Darcy had been ignoring Daniel for the remainder of the next day. She didn't feel like facing him about the kiss yet.

Sherlock and John had taken over the job of searching through files. Which was something Darcy was grateful of. She had finally been able to get lots of sleep.

Darcy was sitting in Speedy's cafe reading one of Sherlock's books when she heard someone sit across from her. She looked up and was surprised to see Daniel.

"Beautiful day isn't it," he said to her, "great day to ask why you've been avoiding me."

"I'm not avoiding." defended Darcy, "Maybe I just haven't seen you around recently."

Daniel raised an eyebrow. But didn't say anything.

"What are you doing here?" Darcy asked sighing.

Daniel's smile appeared, "I'm on the Darcy search team."

Darcy laughed despite herself, "Oh, really now?"

"Yeah," Daniel said as his smile grew bigger, "It's a one man team."

They both laughed, Darcy suddenly felt guilty.

"Fine," she admitted, "I've been avoiding you."

"Okay, why?"

"Will you let it go if I say that I didn't want to talk about my mom?"

Daniel's face softened, "Sure, I may not think you telling the truth, but I'll let it go."

Darcy smiled gratefully, "Thanks, Daniel."

"Anytime"

"Do you know if they've made any process on the case?" asked Darcy

"There still interrogating the victims families. There keep finding more murders related to this group," informed Daniel, "Who ever this group is they've killed way too many."

Darcy nodded, "Glad to see they keep one of us in on the information."

"Oh, there not," Daniel said smiling, "that information cost me."

Darcy smiled back as her phone alert went off; it was a text from Sherlock.

"Darcy," the text read, "Come to Baker Street I need you. And don't take forever this time!"

Sherlock's niece sighed. But she was already used to Sherlock and his texts requesting her to do things for him.

"I have to go, my uncle needs me to do something." Darcy told Daniel

Daniel stood up as she did, "Do you need me to come with you?"

"No, but thanks again"

She kissed his cheek before leaving.

Sherlock was pacing the floor impatiently waiting for his niece to come.

"Darcy!" Sherlock yelled when Darcy finally entered the room.

She looked annoyed with him, "What Sherlock?"

"I know who the group is."

Darcy's eyes widened, "What! Who? Did you tell Lestrade?"

"No," Sherlock answered, "I didn't tell Lestrade, he wouldn't have enough evidence to arrest."

Darcy's face looked sad suddenly, "Why are you telling me this?"

Sherlock ignored her question, "The leader is the one who is really responsible. His name is Matthew Bassel. We are going to confront him and say we know he's responsible."

"What?" Darcy demanded, "Your plan is to approach a serial killer and say 'Hey! We know your a crazy psycho killer!'"

"It'll work." Sherlock said in reply.

Darcy shook her head, "I'm sorry Sherlock. But I can't let you do this I'm calling Lestrade."

As Darcy took out her phone Sherlock took it from her hand. "Hey!" she yelled, "Sherlock Holmes, give me back my phone."

"You can get it back when we get there," Sherlock said pocketing the phone, "Lets go Darcy."

Darcy had no idea where they were going, when she had asked all Sherlock said was that he'd tell her when they got there.

When the cab finally did stop Sherlock and Darcy got out tiredly.

"Here." Sherlock said giving Darcy here phone back, "We are in a small town called Logan Falls."

"The 'group' lives here?"

Sherlock didn't answer he just walked up to a guy that was walking by.

"Excuse me, where can we find Matthew Bassel?" Sherlock asked.

The guy pointed to the right, "I think he's by the river. Be careful the current it up, it'd be fatal if you fall in."

Something about the way the man spoke gave Darcy the chills as she took out her phone and sent a text.

"Darcy!" called Sherlock, "Lets go."

Darcy ran after him and soon they found themselves by the river the man had warned them about. It did look dangerous; Darcy made sure to stay away from the edge.

They found a man that had to be Matthew Bassel. He was sitting on the edge cross-legged his back to them.

"Mr. Bassel." spoke Sherlock.

The man replied without turning around, "Mr. Holmes. Glad to see you finally come."

Matthew Bassel stood up and faced them. "Oh, and look. You brought your niece to be slaughtered with you."

Darcy who had already been feeling off because of the river got mad at the man all of the sudden, "We know you did it. And we are not going to stop trying to find evidence."

He smiled at her and held up a knife in a clear plastic bag. "This is the murder weapon. To bad you'll never get to report this."

He took out a gun and pointed it at Darcy, then turned to Sherlock, "You should have taught your niece to keep her mouth shut."

Before he could shoot Darcy realized that they just needed to distract the man.

"What's your plan?" She spoke up.

Mr. Bassel looked confused.

"I do not think you want to risk killing my uncle, yet you seem determined to kill me. Which means you'll still get reported by him." Darcy continued, "Now if you kill Mr. Holmes and I then well, I think it'd be a tad bit to hard to cover it up or make it look like an accident..."

Mr. Bassel just shook his head, "Stop it! Your just distracting me now."

Before he could shoot they heard the sound of a gun clicking from behind him.

Darcy saw Daniel behind him with a gun pointing it at Bassel's head.

"I wouldn't shoot her if I were you." Daniel said smugly.

Bassel looked mad, "You wouldn't shoot."

Daniel shot a tree that was near Bassel's head, "Want to test that?" asked Daniel.

Bassel started to put the gun down but half way to the ground he turned the gun so it was facing Daniel.

There was a shot but it cam from behind Darcy she turned and saw Lestrade. She looked back just in time to see Bassel throw the knife in the plastic bag into the river.

"No!" shouted Darcy.

Then she started to run towards the river. She barely heard Sherlock yell her name before she entered the freezing icy current of the river.

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