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John heard the door bang open. "Sherlock, tea?"

A grunt was his reply. He reached over to put the kettle on the stove. The clean stove. The stove that had been clean for three beautiful days. It only had hours left before Sherlock messed everything up. IT had taken John two days to clean everything (a lot of that entailed shoving things into Sherlock's room) and he had reveled in the site for three glorious days.

John quickly finished his breakfast and went into the living room. Sherlock was already on the couch, in his favorite position. John sat in his chair.

"How was your trip to Chicago?"

"Hm? Oh, boring. The secretary was embezzling, so he tried to throw suspicion on the dead CFO for it. It was only momentarily distracting."

John's Sherlock Senses tingled. "Sherlock, you spent five days in Chicago on a boring case?"

"Don't be daft John. Of course I didn't."

John waited. Silence spread out in the flat. "Sherlock."

"I only spent a day in Chicago. Then I went to New York."

Silence.

"Sherlock, if you don't want to tell me about your case, I understand. I won't ask you any more questions."

John waited. He knew Sherlock's vanity and ego wouldn't take long to kick in.

"Fine," Sherlock sniffed. "I was looking for a cult leader.

"A cult leader?" As far as John knew, Sherlock had no interest in such things. Cults were all about exploiting the weak minded, no mystery there.

"Yes. While there I happened to see a group of young people listening to a sermon from an interesting cult leader. Interesting in the way that the message was subtle, a way to gather followers without looking like a cult leader with a terrorist agenda."

That explained why Sherlock's interest was piqued.

"In what way was the message subtle?"

"The whole sermon is about blowing people up. At the beginning she-"

"She?"

"Yes, it is a female. Statistic low, I know. At the beginning she is talking about breaking and entering, taking a group of prominent citizens hostages, saying she taking control. She will force them to follower her lead, that the hostages are one of them now. She threatens to blow things up. She goes on to say that anyone who doesn't follow her lead will have to drink Kool-Aid."

"Why Kool-Aid?"

"There was a cult leader named Jim Jones who had his 909 followers drink Kool-Aid laced with cyanide in a mass suicide November 18, 1978."

"I remember that, vaguely."

"It's obvious that she was inspired by such an event, even though she wouldn't be born for another nine years."

"Young, very young."

"Yes, it's an impressive feat, to have gathered millions on followers in the internet. She has other sermons too, saying that the love of her followers is like a drug, meaning that she drugs them."

"It's a very good thing you've brought her down."

"It was not easy."

"Oh? A challenge for the great Sherlock Holmes. You loved it, I'm sure."

"I wasn't bored. Except for her sermons on the internet –which in itself is not proof- there was frustratingly little evidence. I had to branch out a little bit. By a stroke of luck I was able to connect her to a known terrorist from the Middle East. He had a collection of her sermons in his computer-"

"You hacked a terrorist's computer!"

"It was easy. Anyways, that and a few other things were all I needed to convince the authorities."

The kettle started to whistle. Sherlock jumped up. "I'll get it."

John shook his head and picked up the morning newspaper. The headline read KE$HA ON TERRORIST CHARGES! It took John a moment; he had to read a few lines of the article. He got a sinking feeling. He jumped up and ran into the kitchen.

"Sherlock! Sherlock we need to talk! Ke$ha is a pop singer, not a terrorist! Sherlock!"

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A/N: If you go and look closely at the lyric of Blow, it really does sound like it could be the subtle sermon of a cult leader. The information about Jim Jones is true.