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A loud disturbing noise woke Watson and Mr. Macoy up. When John opened his eyes, he saw Sherlock digging through some old documents in the drawer and when he looked outside the sun was already shinning, he then realized that he fell asleep on a sofa in the living room, and so did Macoy.
"Holmes..." John spoke as he rubbed his eyes.
"Have you been up all night Mr. Holmes?" Macoy asked, and stood up to stretch.
"Holmes, you need to calm down." John said to Sherlock calmly.
"Calm down Watson? There is no time to calm down! Who knows she could be anywhere right now, she could be hurt, or- or worst she could be-" Sherlock closed his eyes, and continued to scan through the documents. "Not here!" Sherlock threw the papers on the floor.
"Look I understand that you are upset... But you need to calm down, and settle this properly." said John.
"I need threads, I've only got pieces, I- I just-" Sherlock placed his hands on both sides of his head as he closed his eyes. And then suddenly he opened his eyes and turned around to face Macoy. "You!" Sherlock pointed at him. "Watson, what information did you get from him last night?"
"Not much that could help I think, he didn't know where Andrew was going, he didn't know why either. But I did ask about-"
"You know I'm right here right?... You can just ask me questions yourself" Macoy said to Holmes.
"Well I would like to save some time thank you, instead of asking you with the same questions. It's better to have a summary from Mr. Jenkins, and rather ask you the questions that he missed." Sherlock smiled in annoyance.
"So yeah, I asked him about any suspicions or anything that has changed about Andrew in these past few days, and the only thing that he suspected is that Andrew has been asking a lot about us, and our investigation. He was wondering whether we had some suspects already, and if we were close into catching the thief."
"That's it... THAT'S IT!" Sherlock grabbed Watson's face, and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"What's what?" Watson's face looked liked as if he had eaten something sour, as he wiped his cheeks.
"Andrew was very busy on knowing if we had some information about the thief, and not only that, he wanted the thief to be him." Sherlock pointed at Macoy.
"Wait what-" Macoy asked, confused.
"He offered me help the last time we visited Macoy" said Sherlock, still looking at Watson. "And he wanted to prove that Macoy here" Sherlock looked at Macoy's direction, who is still asking questions, but Sherlock ignored him. "is the thief. He was listening to all of our conversation all along, and he probably suspected that we are not getting close into accusing Macoy for stealing the ring, so he hopped in the game and did a stupid thing. So this has something to do with you Macoy, family stuff. So tell me this brother of yours... you said you've never really known him... What ended your relationship?"
"He left with my father, my parent's got divorced when we were very young. Since then I haven't seen him, I told you this the first time we met." Macoy explained.
"Yes... you did, but don't you see what is wrong here? Why would a niece of yours that you haven't even met, not until now that he is a grown man, just magically appears in front of your house saying that your brother died and he has no where to go. How did he know who you were? Surely he had a lot of other relatives that are a lot more closer to him than you." Sherlock explained to Macoy and John.
"So?" John asked.
Sherlock rolled his eyes. "So, my dear Watson. He is obviously not his niece, though Macoy over here is stupid enough to invite Andrew in to live with him, and got so easily fooled with fake documents. BUT! He is related to Macoy. Not his niece no... but his son!"
"WHAT!?" Both John and Macoy asked, surprised.
"What do you mean he is my son! Are you crazy, don't you think I would have remembered if I had a son?" Macoy asked furiously.
"Not if you didn't know that you had one." Sherlock moved closer to Macoy. "Now. Macoy. Tell me, and you better give me a straight answer because I'm tired of all of this games and a woman's life is at stake. So tell me, do you or do you not know Gwen Adams?" Sherlock looked intensely into Macoy's eyes, deducting.
Macoy's eyes widened, and filled with horror. "I- I haven't heard that name in my life." Macoy looked down, not wanting to look Sherlock in the eyes.
"Oh really!?" Sherlock walked towards the table and pulled out tons of folders. "Aha! There you are" he pulled out a folder. "Look! Look at this and tell me you don't remember her!?" Sherlock opened the folder and showed Macoy pictures of a crime scene and some documents.
"W- wait is that? Is that the file of Gwen Adams, the woman who got shot at the alley, who's killer has never been found?" Watson asked and looked at Macoy suspiciously.
"I- I no I- do-" Before Macoy could finish his sentence, he moved his hands onto his pocket. But before he could take hold of what was in there, Watson was already pointing a gun on his head.
"Not so fast Macoy." said John.
"Shit" Macoy pulled put his hands slowly, and John took the gun from him.
"You were the one who murdered her. And now Andrew is avenging the murder of his mother." Sherlock looked at Macoy in disgust.
"I didn't mean it I-"
"Save it for the police. You will rot in prison." Sherlock walked into the kitchen. A minute later he went back into the living room with an injection on his hand."
"Wait what is that!?" Macoy struggled.
"Oh, just a little something that I made. Don't worry this will only knock you out for a whole day, just enough time for Lestrade to come and get you." Sherlock smiled. "You will wake up in a new home, with some cellmates." Sherlock moved closer to Macoy and injected it on his arm.
"I can't believe this... " Watson shook his head as he looked down at Macoy fast asleep on the couch. "All those years the police were searching for the murderer, and we finally found him, he was just under our noses." Watson looked up at Sherlock. "How did you even? I mean... just how Holmes?"
"I suspected it the first time we went to visit him, that's why I kept asking about Andrew. But I didn't know that Andrew would go this far. But I had to make Macoy confess, to close this cold case and to know where Andrew is."
"So that's why you've always suspected Macoy, and it wasn't about the ring at all. And you just found out all of this after a few hours alone in your room?"
"What do you think I was doing there Watson, playing with dolls?" Sherlock folded his arms.
"Well who knows, that's still a possibility ..."
Sherlock hit John's head. "Come on we have to go and find Irene. Mrs Hudson will take care of him, she will go and tell Lestrade and everything." Sherlock walked out of the door.
"Where do we find Andrew and Irene?" Watson asked while rubbing his head, and walked out of the room followingSherlock.
"Just follow me. I've already figured it out." said Sherlock.
