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"Please Mr. Milton you have to help me." Sobbed the tall dark haired man sitting across the desk in a plush leather chair.
"There, there now tell me what's the matter." The man cooed. He handed the pale individual a tissue to mop up the tires streaming down his face. This pale individual was one Sherlock Holmes. It only took a second for Sherlock to deduce Mr. Milton. He was American, from a southern state evident by the southern drawl, he had been living in London for sometime judging from the way it was fast fading. He was not married, and keep a large dog, possibly black lab he couldn't be sure, who he was very close to.
"I think my boyfriend's cheating on me and I not sure what to do. A friend told me about you, and I thought I'd check it out." Yeah right. Sherlock was pretty sure that this man couldn't detect an elephant in a tea cup. Not a complete idiot, bit not very competent.
"Well, I can assure you if he is we will catch him." Ha, if his boyfriend could be caught by this imbecile then he didn't deserve Sherlock's attention. Sherlock could never imagine someone like John being caught by this idiot. Oh God! There he went again thinking about John when his attention was needed else where. When this case was over. Then he could sort through his feeling for John, or better yet, maybe not. He could always bottle up his feelings, and fight off all his long repressed emotions.
"I don't want him to find out about this. If I'm wrong he'll never trust me again." Sherlock faked more tears that were now rolling down his cheeks.
"Don't worry, Mr. Sanders. You can be sure that I will be extremely diligent. I've yet to be caught, and I've been doing this for five years."
'You have got be kidding. Is everyone that stupid?' This is what Sherlock truly thought but he had to stay in character. "Thank you Mr. Milton. My boyfriend John." Sherlock said the first name that popped into his head. God, that sounded so right 'My boyfriend John'. "He always covers our finances."
"Don't worry, my boy. You can pay with cash, or check. It's just £325, and I only ask that you pay up front." Sherlock nodded.
"I need proof though, Mr Milton I don't think I could believe anything without seeing it myself." God this man was so easy. Sherlock was having no trouble directing this conversation the way he wanted.
"I understand Mr. Sanders. I always take photographic proof for my clients." Mr. Milton spoke with fake sympathy that made Sherlock feel sick. He may not care, but at lest he said so. Nothing bothered Sherlock more than the fake and cold hearted.
Sherlock was not as cold hearted as everyone believed. When Moriarty had taken the hostages and strapped bombs to each and everyone of them, it wasn't that Sherlock didn't care. No, he only forced himself to focus on the case. It was the only way to save them. He had worked a case once, before John's time. A women had followed her lover willingly even after he had murdered her brother. In the end she faced no consequences for her actions. He had remarked on the unjust of it. Donovan had responded that if they locked her up they would have to do the same to Sherlock, for he wasn't just cold hearted, but as heartless as the woman. That had hurt though he hadn't let it show.
Sherlock pushed those thoughts out of his mind. He had learned what he needed. If Courtney had come here, which Sherlock was sure she did, she would have photographic proof. If he and John could find the pictures then they could prove she knew about the affair, and therefor had a motive.
"Thank you, sir. I'll think this over." Milton nodded.
"I understand. You take your time and think on it." Sherlock nodded, and made for the door.
John was waiting outside on the street for him. He had just slipped his phone in his pocket when Sherlock walked out the door.
"Lestrade called. Bullet that killed Thane matched the gun on his body. They couldn't find any fingerprints."
"Just as I expected. Send him a text telling him to check if Courtney withdrew £325, or made out a check of the same amount. It will prove that she payed for that pathetic detective. Also see if she withdrew a significant amount of money for a decent and skilled hit man."
Sherlock strode down the street headed back towards home, with John behind trying to catch up but was finding it difficult due to the length of Sherlock's enormous strides. John sent the text and finally caught up with Sherlock. He slipped his phone back in his pocket, and gave Sherlock that look.
"Was the costume really necessary?" John eyes Sherlock's dress of bright red v-neck shirt, black skinny jeans, and his hair slicked back on his head rather than his usual curls that bounced around as he walked.
"Not costume, John. It is a disguise. There is a difference." Sherlock stated ignoring the looks from people on the street. John rolled his eyes.
"Whatever you say, Sherlock. So lets see we know that the killer came throught the window, was a professional, and that the victim was having an affair." John said. Sherlock sighed.
"Honestly, John! We know a lot more than that." Sherlock whined.
"Fine, enlighten me." John rolled his eyes.
"The killer is an older, short left handed, male." John shook his head.
"How-" He stared.
"He's old from the scuff on the window. A short male from the examination of the blood on the wall. A man writes above his head, a woman in front of her face. For there you can calculate his height.
"That was amazing." Sherlock smiled. Sherlock looked over at John. He had an idea, but John wasn't doing to like it. Frankly Sherlock didn't like it either.
"John I need you to find out if Grant knew about the affair." Sherlock said continuing to walk.
"How am I going to do that? " John frowned.
"Well, he seemed very interested in you-" John's eyes widened.
"No, no! Just no." John shook his head.
"Oh come on! Just one of those silly 'dates' you go on. I'm not asking you to do anything. Just talk it out of him." Sherlock insisted. John sighed.
"Fine. If anyone I know sees me. I will kill you." He shot Sherlock a dirty look. Sherlock just grinned.