Sherlock and John went to the latest crime scene. Brother Marcus was the unfortunate victim. Killed like the other ones, but this time drugged. "This is gruesome." Andy stated as he leaned on a wall of the alley. Brother Marcus was on his back with glazed open eyes. A large piece was on his neck was missing as his forehead had a marking on his head similar to the other victims. "Why are you here?" Sherlock asked as he analyzed the area. "Cheshire asked for me to show her pictures. Guess Devil had a bad day." Andy said as he put on some glasses and started to look around. "Get them out of the picture." Cheshire said in an ear piece she gave him. "Mind moving? I'm trying to look at everything and see every detail." Andy said pushing John out of the way. Sherlock didn't move and Andy had a hard time pushing him away. "Stubborn ass. Just keep him there and go. Forensics are on their way in and Lestrade can't keep the press for long." Cheshire sighed in his ear. Andy turned the glasses off and snuck away. "Odd boy, isn't he?" John said as Sherlock walked off. "He's related to James somehow." Sherlock mumbled.

After a day of running errands for the girls in promise that they'll either work or stay hidden, Andy came in with some pizza to see the girls working on each other's nails. "Really?" Andy set the pizza in the kitchen and walked over to them. Cheshire's nails were painted black as Jermima painted her own a dark red. "Did you already finish working for the day?" Andy asked as he saw Cheshire reading a magazine. "Yes. I believe I found something rather troubling in the case." Cheshire said coolly and flipped a page. "We can talk it over during dinner. I made reservations at Harrison's place. He's throwing a little dinner party and he invited the three of us." Jermima said as she finished her final coat. "You did get us formal wear, yes?" Cheshire asked. Andy sighed and threw his head on the back of the couch. "You know I prefer the chaotic parties, not the formal ones." Andy groaned. Jermima and Cheshire smirked at each other like they were twins. "We mean formal as in your formal. We need party clothes, of course." Jermima said with a smile. Andy grew a happy look and jumped up. "Cheshire, since you're the innocent one here, let's get you ready." Jermima dragged Cheshire to her feet. "Ready for what?" Andy and Jermima started pushing her to her room. "You'll see." Andy said in her ear.

Sherlock thought alone in his flat. He was used to this quiet, but the repeating thought of his sister being the killer threatened him. "I know something is wrong, Mycroft. You'll need to talk with Sherlock." Mrs. Hudson had called Mycroft after about a day. John was helping Mary with the baby and wasn't able to continue in the case. "Sherlock?" Mycroft came over. Sherlock glanced at him and shifted the sheet he wore on his bare skin. "Is this about Cheshire being a suspect in this?" Mycroft asked as he sat on the couch. Sherlock didn't answer. "Sherlock, take it from a logical point of view. Cheshire was anxious at the first scene you and her went to. She ran away that night. Lisa was anxious and you told me that you think she knows something." Mycroft shut up when Sherlock shot a cold look. "She only acts like that when she is keeping a secret from us and only us." Sherlock growled. Mycroft turned and started thinking back on the times that Cheshire would act like the ways she was before she ran off. Sherlock thought in the silence and glared out the window.

"What if she is the killer?" Sherlock accidentally said out loud. Mycroft turned and had a flashback to when they were younger. Cheshire was a sickly infant with the flu and Sherlock was alone babysitting her. Mycroft was there to give him a hand while their parents were out of town. "What if she doesn't make it?" Mycroft sighed and pulled the reluctant younger under his arm. "I doubt she is, but the evidence is against her."

Cheshire wanted desperately to rub her eyes. Andy was a complete party animal and was just mingling with everyone and getting drunk. Jermima was neck deep in gossip. Cheshire, however, was doing exactly what the both of her friends are doing. She was playing beer pong and talking to everyone. "Chug! Chug!" The boys around her chanted as she was in a competition of who can drink the fastest. Jermima cheered on and the girls around her started betting on Cheshire. "Parents!" Someone shouted and everyone either started to help clean, hide, or get out the back. "Come on, Kitten. We've been partying all night and we have work this morning." Andy slurred. Jermima was the sober one and she got them out of the house in one piece. "But, there's booze and I was winning." Cheshire loudly slurred and stumbled as she giggled like a fool. "We know, Kitty, but there's more party in my flat." Andy giggled. Jermima took a photo and pulled the two along. Cheshire tripped and she started to snore. "Aw, isn't she adorable?" Jermima cooed. Andy pulled her up and Jermima helped put her on his back. "I am not actually that tipsy. Irish, remember?" Andy winked as they walked. "God idea on playing wasted. Don't want her to be embarrassed alone." Jermima yawned. Cheshire was drooling on Andy's shoulder as they climbed the stairs to the penthouse floor. "Did we get on any information on Charlie?" asked Andy. Jermima nodded as they cleaned Cheshire's face of her makeup in her bathroom. "Of course. A mess of Baronesses and other titled girls means gossip." Jermima said as she started to dress Cheshire for bed. Andy was waiting out of the bathroom to help Cheshire to bed.

"Well, who's next on his list besides you?" Andy asked. Jermima slid Cheshire in her pajama pants. "Uh, someone, I think Lilly, said Charlie was after the people who are chasing him. So, either he means Cheshire's brothers and their friends or the cops." Jermima knocked on the door and let the boy in. Andy pulled Cheshire under his arm and got her to her feet. "I go sleep now." Cheshire rambled drunkenly and flopped on her bed. "Yep. She's gonna feel that in the morning." Andy sighed as he set a cup with pain killers on the night stand. Jermima put a bin on either side to make sure she didn't make too much of a mess.

Sherlock and Mycroft took a walk at night to just cool off. They had a few arguments about his habits of not eating nor sleeping during a case and he stubbornly ate the eggs Mycroft made him. "If Cheshire is the killer, we can prove her innocence." Mycroft said as they went around the park. "She made me watch this Japanese show. They locked one of the characters up because he was the prime suspect in serial killings. Yet the killings didn't stop." Sherlock said a little randomly. Mycroft caught on and looked at the moon up high. "You are suggesting we put Cheshire in a cage and wait for results? Somewhat Schrodinger's cat." Mycroft said as they went on their way. "Either she is the killer or she is not the killer. Much like questioning whether or not the cat is dead or not." Sherlock clarified.