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The trio returned to Scotland Yard once more, only to find Lestrade at his desk picking up his phone.

"I thought you were picking up the mistress?" Kylie asked, walking into Lestrade's office along with Sherlock and John.

"Speak of the devil," Lestrade said hanging the phone back up. "I was just about to call you lot. We have Miss Pemburton in interrogation now."

Without a word, Sherlock just walked out of the room closely followed by Kylie, leaving John and Lestrade looking confused.

The DI sighed and looked at the other man.

"Great, I have two of them now," he commented getting up from his chair and starting to follow them, John right beside him.

"Yeah, well, you didn't have to endure their bickering all morning," he told him as they walked.

"They bicker?" Lestrade said slightly surprised, "I figured they were too much alike for that."

"Like a married couple, "John stated bitterly before sarcastically asking, "You think she's a lot like Sherlock and she wouldn't argue stuff to the grave?"

Lestrade laughed, "Touche."

The older man stopped John right before they walked into interrogation, ensuring that they wouldn't be over heard.

"Look, I don't know Sherlock as well as you do, nor do I know anything about what he's into, but do you think…"

"That he fancies Kylie?" John asked with a raised eyebrow, "I think he does, but he is completely ignorant to his own attraction to her."

Lestrade sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "How can he be though?"

John shrugged, "He's Sherlock. I mean in all the time you have known him, have you seen him been attracted to a woman?"

"There was Irene, wasn't there?"

"Yeah, but look how that one panned out," John told him, "Plus I think that Irene was different anyway."

"How so?"

"The Woman pretty much threw herself at him and happened to be working for Moriarty."

"She was a dominatrix. That's what she does for a living."

"Yeah, but I think that this one is different. She's solving cases with him, not becoming a case for him."

Lestrade smiled at him, "You think she might be the one to actually get him to date?"

John looked at him pointedly, "Its Sherlock. But all that I know, as far as Sherlock goes, this is the closest thing I have ever seen him to having a crush on a girl."

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Kylie and Sherlock reached the observation room and took a good look at their latest suspect. Miss Pemburton was in her mid to late twenties. Her hair was bleached blond and done up. She also had a lot of makeup on her face, and was extremely…. surgically enhanced.

They studied her in silence as they heard Lestrade and John talking quietly outside the door.

"They're talking about us," Sherlock commented dryly as he stared at the woman in the room.

"Hm," Kylie muttered as she turned and looked at the door, "You know why?"

"Not a clue."

She turned and smiled at him, "Interesting. The man who knows the answer to everything is stumped."

He turned to glare at her, to see her smiling at him. It obviously being a joke.

A smirk began to cover his face as he turned back to look at the woman in the room.

"I find that guessing about gossip never helps me."

"Oh, so you do guess?" she smiled at him.

He looked at her out of the corner of his eye. She had proven to be quite helpful.

"When it suits me. Don't tell anyone."

She laughed lightly, causing Sherlock to chuckle as well.

Lestrade and John walked into the room.

"Well, you want to talk to her then?" he asked.

"Yep," Kylie said as she grabbed the file off the table in front of her, before glancing at Sherlock, "He gets to come with me though."

Lestrade and John looked at her in slight shock as Sherlock smirked, not even moving his gaze from the suspect.

"You're kidding. You two wouldn't stop bickering like five minutes ago!" John said in slight disbelief.

Kylie shrugged and smiled, "Female secretary who has a thing for her dark-haired boss? It can't hurt to bring another handsome man into the room."

"Alright," Lestrade said as he watched the two of them leave, the door shutting behind them.

Silence.

"I dont know whether to be hurt she didn't ask us to go in there with her, or be happy they are taking a break from bickering," John commented.

Lestrade just looked at him before shaking his head and watching them enter the room, "I give them till Christmas before they are humping each other's brains out."

John looked at him, "I'll take that bet."

The door on the other side of the mirror opened, causing Lestrade and John to drop the conversation at hand.

"Hello Miss Pemburton," Kylie said while pulling out a chair and sitting down, "My name is Dr. Kyleigha Gibbs, this is Sherlock Holmes…"

"Wait, from the blog?!" the woman gaped in a very peppy-cheerleader like tone.

Kylie straightened and turned to him questioningly, while smirking.

"You have a blog? That people read?" she asked.

"Yes, I have a blog," he told her.

"You mean John Watson's blog," Miss Pemburton gushed, "Oh. My. God. I can't believe I am actually talking to Sherlock Holmes. I have to text the club about this…" she said as she pulled her cell phone out.

Sherlock glared at the table. He had to find a way to delete that blog forever.

"You have a fan club?" Kylie gaped, trying her best not to laugh, "A fan club…"

"I do not…"

"Yes! Its amazing. Like, seriously…"

Kylie fought laughter as Sherlock glared at the table.

"So, this group?" Kylie asked with interest, "Where and when do they meet?"

The woman smiled at her as she opened her mouth to answer.

"Who else are you seeing other than Mr. Mayberry?" Sherlock said cutting her off before she could answer.

The woman looked at him, completely taken aback, "I'm sorry?"

"Oh, come on, let her answer," Kylie chided.

"Whom, with whom else are you sleeping with other than Mr. Mayberry?" Sherlock asked again through gritted teeth.

Miss Pemburton stared at him for a moment before fiddling with a bracelet on her wrist, "How did you know about us?"

"He told us," Sherlock said flatly.

She looked at him with shock.

"No one knew. He promised not to tell…"

"Men tend to lie when sex is involved."

"Speaking from experience?" Kylie asked out of the corner of her mouth.

"Of course not. I'm married to my work. Ive heard…or so I've seen from John, and the men in the movies on John's laptop…"

"John has men on his laptop?" Kylie asked, "Interesting. Wouldn't have pegged that as his type."

There was a thump on the glass as they heard someone yell something behind the one-way mirror, causing Kylie to struggle to keep a straight and professional face.

"He was sleeping with other people?" Pemburton asked, obviously crushed.

"Other than his wife? No," Sherlock stated flatly, "But that wasn't the question. The question was, were you, Miss Pemburton, sleeping with anyone else?"

She stared at him for a moment.

"I… I'm not sleeping with anyone else…"

Sherlock leaned back in his chair and snorted in disbelief.

Kylie shot him a look before she leaned forward, softening towards the young woman.

"Look Miss Pemburton, we aren't here to judge. We just want all the facts. Someone murdered Mrs. Mayberry and we think it may be someone linked to you." Kylie said in a supporting fashion.

"I'm not seeing anyone else!" she said exasperatedly.

"The bracelet you are wearing says otherwise," Sherlock stated.

"What?"

"The bracelet you keep toying with. There is an engraving on the inside. 'All my love- Timmy'. Its not all that elegant. Everything else you are wearing is. All name brand and groomed to look the best as it possibly can. The bracelet however is cleaned and cared for, but not expensive. So its a thoughtful gift, or reminder. Suggests that it is from a lover, not a father, or brother. One, that is much less wealthy than our Mr. Mayberry, such as someone in the military, perhaps?" Sherlock asked in a bored tone.

"Wow, you really are as brilliant as the blog states," Miss Pemburton said as she just looked at Sherlock in amazement.

Sherlock smiled, pleased with himself.

"Please, don't stroke his ego," Kylie told her, "It already needs a rental space the size of Texas to store it when he's not using it."

Miss Pemburton just stared at her.

"Name," Sherlock said flatly.

"Sorry?"

"Name. What's his name?" Sherlock pried more in frustration.

She looked down once more, toying with the bracelet again.

"Please, Miss Pemburton. Someone lost their life. I know you didn't want that for anyone."

The secretary shut her eyes.

"Timmy." she said slowly. "Timothy Worthington."

"Cynthia," Kylie said slowly, "Is he in the military?"

"He's British S.A.S," she answered quietly and smiled, "We fell in love a couple of years ago. Then he got deployed. Iraq mainly. I got lonely and we needed the money, so I began having an affair with Mr. Mayberry."

She paused and wiped a tear off her face.

"He came home last week and surprised me just as Mr. Mayberry had arrived at my place. He got in his face, and nearly punched him. Yelling that he would take away what he had taken away from him before he stormed out. I havent heard from him since. He wont return any of my calls, but I never thought that he would ever do anything like this."

Sherlock got up and left the room, completely satisfied with that answer.

Miss Pemburton looked up at him, completely crushed.

Kylie reached out and covered her hand with hers.

"I know you didn't," she told her with a kind smile before she got up and followed Sherlock out, to find him talking to John and Lestrade.

"…if the boyfriend's knife has human blood on it, arrest him. He's most likely at a friend's flat near Westchester. She lied. She saw him this morning by the dirt on her heels."

Lestrade looked at Kylie as she walked in.

"Well, good job you two!" he told them, "You know, you two make quite a pair."

Both Kylie and Sherlock gave him a look as John stifled a laugh.

"I mean as a team," he smirked at them.

Or as a couple…

"I'll let you know when I find the boyfriend!" Lestrade said as he pulled out his phone and walked out of the room.

Kylie turned and looked at the two men left in the room.

"You guys hungry?"

Sherlock looked at her and smirked slightly.

"Starved."

Kylie smiled back at him as John narrowed his eyes and looked between the two of them.

Was this SERIOUSLY happening right in front of him?

"Good," she said simply as she turned to John, "John, you hungry?"

"Yes, but I am not about to participate in what you two are talking about," he told them.

Both Kylie and Sherlock looked at him in confusion.

"What? Chinese takeout?" Kylie asked.

John looked between the two of them.

"Wait, weren't you two just talking about…?"

He trailed off expectantly, waiting for them (… well, Kylie) to fill in the blanks. Not seeing any begin to click, he realized that they really had been talking about dinner; no flirting involved, despite what it had seemed.

"Never mind," John muttered as he walked out of the room.

Kylie and Sherlock watched him leave, puzzled.

"What was that about?" she asked him.

"No idea," Sherlock stated with a shrug.

"Hm."

The pair began to walk out after John.

"You know, I know this great little Chinese Restaurant a few blocks away from Baker Street who delivers for free," he told her.

"Wow, free delivery. I havent seen that in ages."

"Well," he smiled, "Its not for everyone."

"Why?" she inquired as she grinned, "You get the owner off a murder charge or something?"

"No," he smirked cheekily, "Helped him put in a shelf."

Kylie laughed as they joined John outside on the sidewalk of the Yard, as a legacy of a trio of friendship and adventures had began.

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