" ?" Jabez called out, dragging her luggage up the stairs.

"Coming dear!" Mrs. Hudson said, and helped her toss the suitcase on the bed. Jabez looked around the flat, and noticed a very messing living space. "One man, incredibly unorganized, smokes, and must be out and about a lot." She retorted, and Mrs. Hudson clapped her hands. "I must deal with one of you, and now there's two!" She pretended to faint, and Jabez smiled walking over putting a hand on her shoulder.

"Thank the world for woman like you. I'm sure you can handle me, and what's a few roommates?" Jabez says, hoping She didn't put her off with my American slang. "I highly doubt they are as articulate as me."

"Then you mustn't have heard of Sherlock Holmes." Mrs. Hudson laughed, "You two should get along like two peas in a pod. I'll leave you to sit down and get settled. Would you like me to put on the kettle?"

"No, I'll just get some water from the sink."

Mrs. Hudson wondered out, answering the doorbell ring. Jabez sat down, closing her deep purple eyes, and she heard foot steps. One man was walking with a cane even. She opened her eyes to see a tall man with high cheekbones and a pale face. The man next to him was most likely army, judging from how he stood. Jabez rose, and looked the tall man up and down. She was only an inch shorter than him, and had an extra 5 pounds. She turned to the army man. "Afghanistan no doubt." She said, waving her hand, and turning herself away from the group.

"Excuse me, Sherlock-" the man began, but Jabez cut him off.

"Judging from both your faces I can say the taller of you two had asked the question before." She said, turning back around, and revealing a cocky grin with her curly brown hair framing her face.

"Jesus, I thought there was one," the army man said, "and now we have two, and ones American!"

Jabez sat back down in her chair, her acute hearing on for any abnormal noises down the street.

"So Mr. Sherlock Holmes. I've been waiting to make your acquaintance," Jabez smiled, "I notice that your work is vigorous, well, that is only when you want them to be."

Sherlock was about to speak, when the army man sat down and said, "I looked you up on the internet last night Sherlock." He looked pointedly at Jabez. "If I had known there was to be another one, I would have looked you up as well."

"What did you find?" Sherlock said.

"Your blog." The man said and gave Sherlock a look of disappointment, "you said you could clarify 243 types of tobacco."

Jabez scoffed, only 243 Mr. Holmes?" She shook her head, "I've heard such high praise for you, and in the end, only 243?"

Sherlock decided to ignore the woman, and faced John. "Yes. I can also tell software designer from his tie and a-"

He was about to continue, when Mrs. Hudson interrupted, "How about them suicides Sherlock? Jabez? They seem to be right up your two's street. 3 exactly the same."

Jabez heard sirens off in the distance. "There's been a fourth" she interrupted. "and this tine somethings different." Jabez drifted into her own world of murderer and crime, only to be brought back by the slamming of the door.

"Did they leave a note?" Jabez asked and snapped at herself, "of course there's one."

The DI froze and looked at her. "who are you?"

"Jabez Moriarty." she said. "Yes, American, and yes again completely psychotic. Now I notice that now a note was left. Care if I come?"

The DI stammered, "Not-not at all."

"Who's on forensics?" Sherlock asked, pushing Jabez to the side.

"Anderson."

Sherlock groaned in disapproval. "I don't work well with him."

"He's not your assistant."

"I need an assistant."

The detective pointed to Jabez. "what about that lass?"

"No, someone who isn't boring."

Jabez rolled her eyes, but allowed the DI to leave. Once the DI left, Sherlock jumped in the air. "Brilliant! Yes! Four serial suicides and now a note. Oh, it's Christmas! Mrs Hudson, I'll be late. Might need some food." He rushed out, and Mrs. Hudson called "I'm not your housekeeper."

Jabez turned to John. "What's your name?"

"John."

She nodded, and turn to watch outside the window as Sherlock debated on coming back inside or not. After John blamed his leg, Sherlock finally decided to come in, and Jabez turned to face Sherlock with a defying look. "I see you want John along?"

"I wouldn't mind it if you came along too." he said, his voice pinched. He turned to John. "Army doctor, out in the field a lot, correct?" John nodded. "so you've seen dead bodies?" Sherlock said.

"More than one should in a lifetime."

They were standing so close down Jabez felt like saying, "oh just kiss already."

Sherlock mouth curved into a smile. "Would you like to see more?"

John smiled as well. "Oh god, yes!" John and Sherlock ran to The door. "sorry Mrs. Hudson. I'll skip the tea." John said

"You're going out?" Mrs Hudson turned to Jabez, "Are you staying?"

"Oh god no." Jabez said, patting her hand. "4 murders and a note? How does one pass up a chance like that?" Jabez ran to catch up with the two boys and they slid in their seats, taking off into the evening.


The majority of the ride was silent. Finally Sherlock said. "Okay, you have questions."

"Yes," John said, almost second guessing himself. "Where are we going?"

"Crime scene. Next?"

Jabez leaned her head against the window. She knew that she didn't belong, no matter how hard she tried. She was an American, a very psychotic American at that. She was itching to call her brother and see if she could stay with him instead, but she knew that would be stooping down to him, and she wouldn't dare.

Jabez tuned back in to reality right as John said, "That, was, amazing."

Jabez wished whenever she made deductions, people would compliment her. But sadly, she'd been in more than one situation at which she ended up had to run from the authorities, for 'knowing too much'.

"You think so?" Sherlock looked genuinely surprised.

"It was extraordinary. Truly extraordinary."

"That's not what most people say."

"Well what do they say?"

Jabez mumbled along with Sherlock, "Piss off."

The two boys turned to look at Jabez. "What?"

"Piss off." jabez said, turning to John and Sherlock. "I would know. I worked with the NYPD for almost 5 years now, and that phrase is no stranger to me."

Sherlock looked down, and finally inquired. "What's your name?"

"I'm Jabez Moriarty. I highly doubt u have heard of me. I'm more of the talk of the town back in the states."

Sherlock was busy with his phone and John asked. "Why did you move here if you're from the states?"

"Serial killings." She said. John looked at her confused and she responded. "Apparently I'm the number one target for a man's killing spree. I've almost died 5 times so the Captain back there said it would be best to move out of the country for a while. I came here, wanted to stay with my brother, but we had had a falling out when I decided to help out with the force, and I hadn't spoken to him since. So I now reside at 221b."

Sherlock gave a cry of amusement. "Ahhh, here's some articles! 'Jabez Moriarty reveals who's behind the notorious killings' 'Moriarty catcher killer, saved half million dollar bracelet.' oh and my new favorite-"

She knew exactly which article he was talking about, "Don't. Stop it."

Sherlock was on a roll now, nothing could stop him. "'Jabez Moriarty, 24, dies from a tragic accident off a cliff.'"

The two men look at jabez, and her eyes burned with fire. "YES I had to fake my death! It was that serious!" she crossed her arms and slumped back. "I can't wait to arrive at the crime scene."