"I got it!" Sherlock yells, bouncing with joy. He runs to the kitchen, showing a small, thin device no bigger than the tracker they got.
"Beat that Mycroft," he cries and smashes it with his fingers. Jace shivers distantly, afraid that Holmes can do the same thing to him if he wanted to. John then walks in, a frown upon his face.
"Are you sure that's the only one?" he asks.
"No. But I'm happy for now. If you see any more, tell me. I shall be the one to smash them all." And with that Sherlock leaves to his room.
"So, you're going to go catch a killer?" John asks Jace. The boy nods, his shoulders slumped.
"Only one who can."
"Not true. We could send Sherlock into the mission, or Lestrade, or me. You don't have to," John says. He watches Jace think it through. He really doesn't want the boy to do this, certainly not alone. He's never had to track down a killer, never had to spend time with one. And the worse part is if the killer finds Jace, no one could help him.
"No. I'm going to do it Watson. Thank you for caring about my well being, but I did say I would do it." He nods his head at this statement. He may be terrified, but Jace would rather be caught by unfriendly humans than back out on a promise.
"Leave him be John. He has a mind of his own," Holmes says as he walks in, putting his coat on.
"We have to go talk to Lestrade. Find out the killer's name, who his friends are, so forth." The detective walks over to the table, kneeling down before Jace. "I want Lestrade to know about you, so if he has enough evidence to arrest the man, he'll know to be careful for you. What do you say?"
Jace stares at Holmes, who is actually asking if a human would be allowed to see him. Jace glances at Watson, wanting to know what he thinks of the matter. The doctor thinks it over, knowing the man well enough, and nods in agreement. Jace sighs then nods.
"Fine! But only one human. No one else, just Lestrade," Jace demands. The two nod as Sherlock stands up.
"Come alone Stenson." Sherlock reaches toward Jace but misses as the borrower ducks away.
"I'm going with Watson," he says simply, walking over to the doctor. "Would you mind?
"Of course not," John smiles. He carefully pinches the back of Jace's shirt and lowers him into his front pocket. Sherlock growls, not liking how John was chosen over him.
"Why?" he moans.
"Because I asked," Jace calls. Sherlock huffs at that then walks out.
"Sherlock, he's been in your pocket every time. And he's a kid, they love to move around," John tells his flat mate.
"But I'm a better transportation." He hails a cab and climbs in before John.
"Why is that?"
"No one goes anywhere near me and I know how to avoid being ran into." Jace smothers a laugh as he listens, fascinated as to why Holmes was pouting Jace went with Watson this time.
"I'll make him like me more," Sherlock claims as he climbs back out of the cab. John sighs, not understanding why Sherlock doesn't just like the fact two people tolerate him enough to stay with him 24 hours. Well, sometimes Sherlock disappears without him.
"Come on," Sherlock calls. John walks over, mindful of Jace in his pocket. One thing he will admit, it's interesting to have a 3 inch tall person hiding in your pocket. It feels, nice yet weird at the same time, knowing someone relies on you so much.
"Hello. Is Lestrade in?" John asks a passing police officer.
Jace listens to everything going on. People running around, boots stomping, distant shouts. Watson starts and stops randomly, but it is a bit more smoother than Holmes. But, even though he was trying to keep his mind busy, Jace can't shake the feeling that he was making a mistake to be seen by yet another human. From what he's heard, Lestrade isn't the worse. Maybe even better than Mycroft. They just have no idea how he'll react. Jace breathes in deeply. He's got Holmes' reflexes and Watson's caring heart to help him.
"Sherlock? John?" a voice asks. John walks in with Sherlock, shutting the door to Lestrade's office. He looks around and nods at how closed off it is.
"Good afternoon detective. We have a favor."
"A favor? One that will get me in trouble like last time." Sherlock flinches openly at that, knowing what he's talking about.
"It won't be that bad," John interrupts. "We need information on the man saw coming out of the crime scene." Lestrade sits at the computer, typing in what seemed like random things.
"His name was Myles Miller. He was a worker for Mr. Kim until fired about half a year ago. He also was Mary's latest ex-boyfriend and fits the description given perfectly." He looks up at Sherlock and John, raising an eyebrow. "Have you got a lead on him?"
"Yes, yes we do. And we're going to catch him. We only ask for time and an open mind," Sherlock starts.
"You know where he is?"
"Yes and no," Sherlock hesitates.
"Lestrade. There's something weird about Myles. He took a camera back to his crime scene. We want to find him and see what those pictures were for. Maybe it's just for a sick, twisted journal of his. Or it could be something even bigger," John cuts in. Lestrade nods at this, thinking the camera was a little weird too.
"But you want him to talk? Let's grab him and make him spill," he says.
"We know he won't talk if that happens." Lestrade looks between the two.
"Then what's the plan?"
"Open mind detective," Sherlock snaps. He nods at John who carefully reaches into his pocket. Jace allows himself to get lifted up by his shirt and stumbles when he's set on the desk. He quickly stands up though, knowing Lestrade is staring at him.
"Hello. My name's Jace, Jace Stenson. I'm going to be the one to get the information out of Millers sir." Jace hesitates, then offers his hand out for the man to shake. Lestrade stares at him, not truly understanding what exactly is going on. But, seeing the hand held out he carefully brushes his finger against it.
Jace yanks his hand back once Lestrade leans back again, hating being that close to a human's hand, unknown too. What was he thinking! He glances back at the two behind him who also share a look of disbelief.
"Please tell me Sherlock hadn't experimented on you and that's why you're so small." Jace actually laughs at this, a smile appearing.
"Oh no. Holmes never did that. I call myself a borrower who now lives with these two without being forced." He smirks at Holmes as the man crosses his arms, angry Lestrade accused of him doing such a thing.
"So you've always been this small?" Lestrade breathes. He keeps his distance but keeps staring at the tiny boy before him.
"Indeed sir," Jace smiles.
"He insisted on being the one to gather the information. He's going to tail Myles and find out why he took the picture of his kill. As soon as we have that, we'll tell you exactly where Myles lives so you can arrest him. We wanted to tell you about Jace so that if you see him, you'll make sure he's safe," John explains. Lestrade slowly nods at this, understanding blossoming.
"Alright. I'll arrest him when you've sent the location. Deal?" All three nod and Lestrade smiles. "It was a pleasure to meet you Jace."
"And to you too." The borrower nods a thank you as Lestrade stands up.
"Please keep me updated. And keep these two safe," he says, aiming the last comment toward John. The doctor nods in defeat. He truly does have two Sherlocks now.
"Yay! Now lets go catch a killer!" Jace exclaims.