Alright, remember, this case I took from the show Sherlock that is owned by BBC. So, yeah, I just added my own stuff to make it fit.

*Sherlock's POV*

I sat watching the news as Watson read the newspaper. It was now five in the evening, the sun already starting to set. I must say, this Georgia place it quite boring. At least in London I had cases to work on. But here, I was always researching. Finding out how cars, TV's and computers work, what has happened since the 1800's, looking up unsolved murders and solving them, and, of course, looking up which school Lara goes to. I actually started that this morning when she suddenly leapt from the couch and dashed up the stairs saying she forgot about some homework. I searched her car and found a student I.D. in the glove department.

"Hey! Holmes!" Lara yelled from her room, making me sigh and Watson smirk over at me. "There's a cop car in the driveway. Whatever it is that you did, leave me out of it!" I shot up at that, watching as Lestrade walked down the porch and rang the doorbell.

"What did you do?" Watson asked, making me smile.

"Nothing this time." I walked around the couch and opened the door, raising an eyebrow. "Where?" I asked, his eyebrows coming together.

"Atlanta, the Masquerade."

"What's happened? You wouldn't have come to me unless there was something different." I questioned, only to have him sigh.

""You know how none of them left notes?"

"Yes, of course."

"Well, this one did." I paused, looking away. "Will you come?"

"Not in a cop car. I'll be right behind." I said and closed the door, holding back a smile. As he drove away I smiled full out. "Yes! Ohhhh, this is good!" I said, turning on my heel and walking, but stopped and took a step back. "Lara! Your services are needed!" I walked around and began to pace in front of the TV. "Four serial suicides and now a note! Oh it must be Christmas!"

"What is it this time?" Lara asked, pulling her jacket on and walking towards me. I smiled and grabbed onto her shoulders. "Lestrade just came by and asked for my help. We must get to this place called 'The Masquerade' in Atlanta. Immediately!" She sighed and pulled out her keys.

"Come on then." She muttered and walked to the garage.

"Make yourself at home ol'chap." I said, sweeping from the room. Right as I got to the door that lead to the garage, I stopped, slowly turning on my heels and walking back. I leaned against the rim of the French door, watching as he read the newspaper. "You're a doctor. A military on at that." I said slowly, making him look up at me. "You any good?" I asked, only to have him stand, leaning on his cane.

"Very." I began to walk over to him, not really paying attention.

"I imagine you've seen a lot of terrible things. Awful deaths." I said, stopped in front of him as his face was stone.

"Yes. Far too many. Enough for a lifetime." We stood, staring at each other for a bit before I smirked.

"Want to see some more?"

"Oh God yes."

*Normal POV*

I sat in the front, Sherlock next to me and John in the back, all of us very quite. Coming from Grayson, Atlanta was a good hour away.

"Alright, you have questions. Let's have 'em shall we?" Sherlock finally said, looking in the rearview mirror at John.

"How did you know I was in Afghanistan? You just guessed 'cause your Watson was?" John asked, making me sigh.

"I never guess. I see." Holmes said, turning to look back at John. "The trimmed hair and the way you stood told me military. Your face is tanned but not above the wrists, telling me you were abroad but not sunbathing. So, that leaves me with either Iraq or Afghanistan." Holmes finished, but wasn't done. "Now, your phone." he said, and John gave it to him. "This phone is maybe 6 months old, so I know you didn't buy it. Scratches and markings as if it's been dropped or in the same pocket with change. Next parts easy." Holmes said.

"The engraving…" he muttered, looking at Holmes. The back of the phone said To Harry Watson Love Clara

"Yes. 'Harry Watson'. now, this is a new phone as I stated, a young mans gadget so I can easily say it's not form your father. So, that leaves brother. Now Clara! Who's Clara? With how expensive this is I'm betting wife not girlfriend. Now, if she left him he would have kept the phone. People do sentimental things like that, so, he left her. He gave you his phone which means he wants you to stay in touch. Yet, your looking for a place to live but don't go to him for help? That tells me you guys don't get along. Maybe you liked his wife, maybe you don't like his drinking." Holmes said, as I just shook my head. Once you get him going, he won't stop till he's satisfied.

"How could you possibly know Harry drinks?" Holmes chuckled.

"Yes, a bit of a shot in the dark. Where you plug your phone in is scratch marks. His hands would slip every night when he went to plug it in. You never see those marks on a sober mans phone, never see a phone without them on a drunks." With that, he gave the phone back and turned around, staring at the road ahead.

"That… was amazing." John said, only to have Holmes glance around.

"Really?"

"Yes! It was extraordinary and just… Extraordinary…" Holmes smiled then.

"That's not what people normally say." Holmes said, glancing at me as I smirked.

"And what do people normally say?"

"Piss off."