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Rated: T

It was the pink suitcase.

"You... actually found it? Jennifer Wilson's suitcase?" John asked, clearly surprised to see the case sitting innocently on a chair before Sherlock retrieved it and opened it.

"I didn't kill her," Sherlock said flatly after a moment, "Stop thinking such stupid thoughts."

"I never said you did," John sighed, "Do people normally think you to be the murderer?" He asked and Sherlock threw him a dark smirk.

"Why would the killer leave it behind?" Kagome asked, observing the suitcase with curious eyes, "Other than the obvious fact it's bright pink."

"A man cannot be seen with this without drawing attention," Sherlock drawled, "The killer is statistically going to be male. It took me less than an hour to find it. Now, the question is why is her mobile missing?"

"Maybe she left it at home?" John shrugged and Sherlock seemed to roll his eyes.

"She has a string of lovers, the possibility of such is none," The detective stated.

"So she either lost it or the murderer still has it," Kagome said and then furrowed her brows, "Did I just text a murderer for you?" She frowned and then jumped when her phone began to ring.

"And now the killer is panicking," Sherlock smirked, throwing on his jacket, "Well?" He raised a brow when the two simply sat there watching him, "Or are you in the mood to watch the telly?"

"Didn't you ditch us the last time?" Kagome huffed, "I doubt John wants to be dragged around London again. That woman officer said you get off on this."

Sherlock's smirk widened, "And I said it would be dangerous, and yet here you two are." With that, he was leaving the flat.

"You up for it?" Kagome smiled at John, who let out a curse and stood up, "It might be dangerous, but I'm not going to let anything happen to you."

John stared and then cleared his throat, "Likewise." He nodded and the two quickly followed after Sherlock and easily caught up.

"So, where are we going?" Kagome asked, taking her time to observe the surroundings as she didn't have time to earlier.

"This is the heart of the city," Sherlock answered, "It's where the killer picks up his victims – right in the middle of busy streets and yet, nobody has seen anything."

"So it's someone who isn't suspicious," John said, looking around warily, "Someone who isn't noticed, but trusted when approached."

Both Kagome and John glanced at each other when Sherlock led them into a small diner and they were immediately seated by the window where they had a good view of the outside.

"Sherlock," A man quickly came up and greeted the man warmly, "Whatever you want, it's on me," He handed them menus, "Both you and your dates."

John furrowed his brows, "I'm not his date," He was quick to say, "We're not a threesome." His face grew warm when Kagome snickered at him.

"This man got me off on a murder charge," The man said, "He cleared my name three years for a brutal three-way murder. Now, I'll go get you a candle, it's more romantic."

John let out an annoyed breath when the man set a candle on the table and left them to go over their menus, "Thanks."

"Is your brother really your arch-enemy?" Kagome asked with interest and John glanced up to see Sherlock's response, "Most people don't have arch-enemies, though it makes everything more interesting." She smiled at John, who shook his head at her logic.

"How dull," Sherlock said, "What do people have in their lives then?" He stared at the window rather intently.

"Friends. People they know. People they like, people they don't like. Girlfriends, boyfriends," John simply answered, receiving another 'dull' from Sherlock, "You don't have a girlfriend?"

"Girlfriend? No, not really my area." Sherlock answered, gaining Kagome's attention.

"Do you have a boyfriend then?" Kagome smiled innocently at him and his brow rose at her obvious interest, "Which is fine by the way."

"I know it's fine," Sherlock gave her a look which she surprisingly couldn't read, "No, I don't have a boyfriend."

"So, we're all unattached," John sighed, leaning back against the seat, "All right, then."

"Are you asexual?" Kagome asked, still apparently interested, "My Big Brother is asexual, so it's not as uncommon as you might think."

"Sex is quite dull and distracting," Sherlock drawled, giving a point glance to Kagome, "You might find remaining a virgin far more rewarding than the media leads the masses to believe."

John spat out the water he was drinking, "Sherlock!" He hissed, taking a glance at Kagome to see her reaction, which was, not surprisingly, a shocked one.

"Is it that obvious?" Kagome slumped against the table in a depressed-like manner and then perked up, "Are you a virgin, too?!"

"No."

His simple answer seemed to deflate her and she sighed, "Is sex really that bad? Big Brother makes it sound like it's the worst possible experience for a female to experience. It makes me want to know since it will piss him off."

'Can't blame her brother for that.' John thought, choosing to stay silent since he didn't want to be dragged into an embarrassing conversation with his (attractive) female flatmate.

And, of course, it happened in the opposite way he wanted.

"We should really become a threesome! I know it will piss of Big Brother, but he really deserves it for stalking me!" Kagome said with a bright smile and John didn't know if she were actually joking or not.

"I consider myself married to my work, though I am flattered," The detective said in a sort of awkward manner, "However, you and John are more than welcome to experiment." Sherlock simply said and John felt like banging his head against the table, but a small smile found its way to his face anyway.

He didn't know about Sherlock yet, but he was quite sure that Kagome would be a lovely flatmate for anyone to have.

They were both lucky to have her.