Jade and I woke up, the morning after my talk with Jamie, to my phone going off. "Shit," I said as I tried to sit up in bed.

"What is it?" Jade said as she tried to rub the sleep from her eyes.

"Oh I planted a mole in Sherlock's little homeless network and it turns out," I said glancing at my phone, "That Sherlock is onto your little killer."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to talk to her or maybe just follow her," I said as I changed into my favorite pair of jeans. "I really haven't thought it out that far."

"Well don't kill Sherlock," Jade said with a smirk.

"Like I could forget," I said sitting back down on the bed.

"Hey," she said pulling me in. "I haven't had a chance to test your memory yet."

"Oh, ye of little faith," I said closing the space between us and kissed her on the forehead before slipping out of bed.

"You're a little shit," Jade complained as she glared at me.

"And that's why you love me," I said as I pulled on my leather jacket.

"Hey, Sebby," Jade said right before I had left the room.

"Yeah," I said stepping back in.

"Please don't get hurt."

"I'll try," I promised. Half an hour latter I was walking up the stairs to Jamie Strangerson's hotel room and begun to pick the lock.

"I wouldn't bother with that," called a woman's voice from inside. "It's unlocked."

"Cool," I said as I opened the door and took a step inside, where I proceeded to have a gun pressed to my head. "I don't know if I should be flattered or pissed," I said as I disarmed her and shoved her against the wall.

"I was about to say the same thing. Why is Moriarty sending someone else to do her work?" Sherlock asked, practically spitting the words out.

"Because Moriarty doesn't like to get her hands dirty, and anyway, "I said backing up with Sherlock's gun. "I didn't come here to kill you; in actuality I have direct orders not to kill you or your little pet."

"Well then why are you here?" Sherlock asked glaring at me.

"I felt like watching you try and solve this one."

"Well then go stand in a corner or something," Sherlock said as she went over to one of the beds and started to inspect it, a few minutes later her head popped up, "Why did you call Joanna my pet?"

"Oh that's what you call her."

"Whatever," she then walked over to the bathroom and started mumbling.

"You're not going to find anything in there," I called after her.

"Shut up."

"Make me."

"I could."

"But could you really?"

"Yes," she said walking over to the desk.

I left it at that, for about five minutes, "Are you sure you're looking in the right place?"

"Yes."

"Are you really sure?"

"Is there something you want to share with the whole class?"

"No," I said and laid down on the bed.

"Well then could you please shut up?!" she yelled at me.

"Why should I," I challenged.

"Because judging by the state of your clothes you recently fell into cohorts with someone with a lot of money, I can tell from the fact that in the past two months your clothes have been taken care of better than they have in their entire existence. Also I can deduce that that person is both your lover and your employer and you are on a little trip to impress said person, which honestly in best guess is Moriarty. And from that look on your face I would say yes. Now unless you want your ex-girlfriend, Myra to know what you are up to I would shut up and go stand in the corner."

I got up and went to go sit in the corner; Sherlock had stunned me into silence for once in my life. A few minutes later she got a text and she went running out of the room. "That's okay leave without me," I yelled down the hall after her.

"I'm sure you know where I'm going," she yelled back.

"You bet I do," I mumbled as I strolled to the elevator and hit the button for the bottom floor. It was now time to kick back and enjoy the show.

"Hey, Jamie," Sherlock said as she sauntered into the abandoned warehouse that Ms. Hope had been hiding in. I myself was sitting on an overhang where I could see them but they couldn't see me.

"You must be Sherlock," she replied. For a sixty year old serial killer, she seemed oddly relaxed.

"So you've heard of me?" Sherlock inquired. It just then dawned on me that I still had her gun… oh well….

"Warned of you is more like it."

"By whom might I ask?"

"By Moriarty, she said that you were the only thing I had to be worried about."

"Ah that name again," Sherlock said pacing back and forth in front of Ms. Hope. "Well let's get down to business; you have a person that I would like alive and the people who give me paychecks want and explanation. Now, I know most of it, there is just one think I'm not sure about. How did you kill them?"

"I talked to them. You see pore Jessica over there?" she said gesturing to a body on the warehouse floor. "She did that all by herself, I gave her a choice."

"What kind of choice?" Sherlock asked giving her a questioning glace.

"Ah, I think you're going to have to use your powers of deduction on that one," Ms. Hope winked at Sherlock, pulled out a gun, and shot herself straight in the head. It had all been a test to see how crazy could she make Sherlock before she knocked her own lights out. I left as the police arrived. All it was was a show, and the show was over.

A/N: so this happened… I don't even know anymore….