"That is was none of our business. And if I called again he'd hunt me down and kill me." Sherlock replied.
"Guilty?"
"I'd say." John said. "To Lestrade?"
"I'd rather deal with this myself." Sherlock replied, putting the phone back in his pocket. He pulled on his coat and headed for the door.
"Can I come?" Clara asked.
"No, you're staying here." John replied.
"But Dad..." Clara complained.
"It could be dangerous." John explained. "You heard what he said."
"All the more fun."
"Are you sure you want to come?" Sherlock asked.
"Of course I do." Clara said.
"Come on then." Sherlock waved her out the door.
"Be careful!" John yelled.
"No promises!" Clara yelled back. She pulled on her coat as she rushed behind her father.
"Clara, listen to your dad." Sherlock instructed. "Try not to injure yourself."
"But he's a doctor." Clara whined. "He can patch me up if I'm hurt."
"I'd rather you stay safe as well." Sherlock informed her. "Just because he's a doctor does not mean you can run around getting hurt all the time."
"But that's half the fun." Clara complained.
"Clara." Sherlock warned.
"Alright Father." Clara complied.
"Thank you." Sherlock hailed a cab and ushered Clara in.
"Do we have a plan?" Clara asked.
"No." Sherlock replied.
"And I'm throwing myself into danger."
"Watch your tone." Sherlock dictated as the cab pulled up to the address. Sherlock paid the cabbie and knocked on the old wooden door. A man with greying hair and a go tee answered.
"What the hell do you want?" He questioned.
"Are you Peter Barrks?" Sherlock asked.
"Who's asking?"
"Sherlock Holmes. I'm with Scotland Yard. Well be taking you in for questioning for the murder of Andrew Clements."
"Like hell you are." He pulled a gun from the back of his pants and pointed it at Sherlock. Luckily, Clara had her's in her jacket pocket. She whipped it out and shot Patrick's gun from his hands.
"You little bitch." Patrick spat. He went for the gun again but Clara shot his hand.
"Let's think about this carefully." Clara said. "I have a gun and you don't. I have the upper hand. So I suggest you cooperate and come with us." Sherlock picked up Patrick's gun as Clara called Scotland Yard.
"Lestrade, we have Patrick Barrks here for you." She said. "Send your least annoying agent to pick him up. My father and I have him under control for now."
Within five minutes a squad car pulled up carrying Lestrade.
"Thank you for detaining him." Lestrade said, cuffing Peter and putting him in the squad car.
"Our pleasure Lestrade." Clara said.
"Ready to go home?" Sherlock asked.
"I'll get us a cab."