Clara sat at the desk, looking at her laptop for a side job while the Andrew Clements case was on hold. Peter refused to give any more information. They still had not found any accomplices. They were close to closing the case and arresting Peter alone. Clara and Sherlock refused to give up on it.
"Anything good?" Sherlock asked.
"Nothing yet." Clara sighed.
"Can't there be anything. Even something simple!" Sherlock complained, flopping down on the couch.
"Maybe a kidnapping." Clara suggested. "Anything."
"Would you two stop complaining?" John requested. "Especially you Sherlock. If you think more people were involved in the Clements case then why don't you look for them yourselves?"
"Lestrade's got us on twenty-four hour watch." Clara explained. "He said if we strayed by ourselves we were off the case."
"That's never stopped you before."
"We officially work of them now John." Sherlock said. "Disobeying orders could cost is our job. We need the money."
"Why doesn't he want you two to find the rest of the gang?"
"We don't have any leads John. I don't even have enough information to figure out where they are."
"Cardiff!" Clara exclaimed, jumping from her seat. "They're in Cardiff!"
"How do you know?" John asked.
"I did some research on our friend Peter Barrks." Clara explained. "When I interrogated him he mentioned a box factory. He did work there for a few years. He was fired along with five others the same year the Skull Keys, the gang Peter and Andrew were a part of, came to light. They spent four years torturing innocent people in Cardiff until they disappeared last year. Andrew and Peter moved here while the others remained in Cardiff. Andrew cleaned up his act and became a police officer, Peter remained unemployed."
"Impressive." Sherlock praised.
"How did you figure it out?" John questioned.
"It's amazing what you can find when you know how to hack into databases. Father, shall I call Lestrade and give him the I formation or do some more research first?"
"Get more information on the other five men, then call." Sherlock instructed. Clara nodded and turned her attention back to her laptop.
"You're becoming better than me at this." Sherlock mentioned.
"I had a good teacher." Clara complemented. Sherlock smiled at his daughter like any proud father would.
They were like each other in so many ways. She would be, Sherlock taught her everything he knows. Of course, she had survival skill from John. But she was definitely Sherlock's little girl.
She was always closer to him than John. Probably because Sherlock was her biological father. He and John had gotten into many arguments about how he didn't feel like her real father. Sherlock had to constantly remind him that he was as real a father for her as he was. He finally began to understand that.