A/N – Bit longer and more of two scenes than one. Plus a couple of interesting developments. Just accept it as logical is my advice.

They made their way to a small flat about ten minutes from the Halburt House, and knocked. After a minute the door was opened by a man in his early thirties looking slightly dishevelled. Sherlock thrust his hand out; "Sherlock Holmes"

The man gulped nervously. "James Waterstone," he replied, shaking first Sherlock's hand, and then John's.

"John Watson- may we?" John gestured inside and James nervously nodded, standing back to let them pass.

When they arrived the living room the table was littered with half-drunk cups of tea and coffee. James hurriedly switched off the TV and offered them drinks, which they politely refused. James nervously gestured to the sofa, before sitting down on the edge of his chair. Sherlock's eyes narrowed slightly and John wondered what he was seeing - to him, it seemed as though James was hiding a big secret.

"Tell me about your relationship with Mrs Halburt, Mr Waterstone. Was she a nice employer? Treat you with respect?" Sherlock inwardly smirked at how quick James was to accept that Sherlock knew nothing of his private affairs.

"Well, she was very, erm, courteous. She looked after her staff, made sure we had good holidays and plenty of time off." He gulped nervously.

"Where were you on the night in question?"

"I-I- I was here!" he stuttered, "on my own." He quailed under Sherlock's blank but stern expression "I swear I was!"

"I'm sure you were. Now, why don't you tell us the truth and stop hiding and lying?" Sherlock switched suddenly and James visibly flinched.

"I know..." James began haltingly, after a minute's silence, "I know it is unprofessional, but it just happened!"

"What did?" asked John, not keeping up.

James looked up rather pathetically and met John's eye for a split second. "My relationship with Di- Mrs Halburt." He finished and looked at Sherlock. "I've lost my job, haven't I?"

Sherlock stared at him. "Well, I would think looking for a new job advisable."
James looked close to tears at the thought of losing his job. "Enjoy your job, do you, Mr Waterstone?" Sherlock asked bluntly.

"Yes! It is all I ever wanted. I had a good person to work for, solid money. I dodn't want to lose my job under any circumstances!" James sounded rather fierce and for the first time since meeting him John thought he could have done it.

"And no one can confirm your whereabouts, Mr Waterstone?"
"No." he muttered, standing up as Sherlock nodded and stood.
"Thank you for your time." Sherlock strode to the doorway and turned, "someone will be in touch soon."

John followed him out of the door, mind racing. This case wasn't as simple as it had seemed after talking to Peter Halburt. As he clambered into a taxi Sherlock pulled out his phone and answered it.

"Sherlock Holmes." He glanced at John, "Well, that's great news, glad to be of assistance." He was smiling slightly but it dropped off his face as soon as he had hung up. "Case three is solved. That was the Glaswegians. Exactly as we said."

John smiled, "Good. Wait, so what's happening with Case four?"

Sherlock looked grumpy. "Still waiting for information. Honestly, ask me to help and then tell me nothing!" He sighed and stared out of the window. John could imagine him crossing his arms like a little toddler wanting his own way and smiled harder.

Sherlock turned to look at him suddenly and those piercing eyes looked straight into John's, whose smile faltered. "You alright, Sherlock?"

"Hm? Perfectly alright, John. Thanks for asking." He continued to stare at John who resisted the natural urge to look away. The taxi stopped suddenly and John jolted forward in his seat almost, falling off it. Sherlock grabbed him and yanked him backwards.
"Thanks." He muttered straightening his jacket.

"Ah, Case four has arrived in London!" John looked anxiously out of the taxi.
"That isn't what you said before."
"Isn't it? Oh, I must have lied - that or I did not have the information to share with you." He surveyed John's reaction and John could feel him making several mental notes and filing them away for later.
"So, what is case four? Sherlock!" Sherlock had opened the door and stepped out. A small man stood there, wearing what Frenchmen always appear to wear in books. The stripy top, a moustache and a beret. John stared at the pair, totally confused. He chucked some money at the driver and climbed out.

He followed them in to 221B, still trying to work out what Case four was and why this man had appeared. John lingered in the doorway until Sherlock stared at him, confused.

"John, this is Claude. He works in a cheese shop." John looked very surprised but Claude walked up to him, looked him up and down.

Claude stuck his hand out and said simply, "Grana Padano." John stared at him and Sherlock smirked. "Parmesan." Claude elaborated for John, who continued to stare at Claude.
Sherlock looked at him seriously, "That is you, John. He knows you in the way I first analysed you." Sherlock sounded as though this was the most simple thing in the world to understand. John just stared at the pair. Claude sat down and looked over at Sherlock who nodded.

"John, can you make some tea please." He nodded still looking very confused and wandered in to the kitchen. By the time he had made the tea and brought it back into the living room, Sherlock was sitting back in his chair and was in deep concentration. Claude stood up suddenly.

"So, Sherlock, you know the facts now. I must depart. I shall contact you if there are any... developments." Sherlock nodded slightly and Claude walked to the door. He stopped when next to John and muttered. "Beware of the Ardrahan."

John stared at Sherlock who looked back it him, a face full of innocence.
"What was all that about?"
"Oh, the Case."
"Which was what, Sherlock?" John was getting annoyed. He wasn't used to being talked to with cheese as the main topic. "What did he say? What is the case?"
"Oh, just something to do with cheese. What did he say to you?"
"Just 'Beware the Ardrahan'. What did he mean?"
Sherlock sat bolt upright, "I think we need to look at this case more carefully. Pass me a laptop, we need to look up cheese.

A/N – I have a feeling this might be confusing, which is good. All will be revealed as time progresses.

Wasn't completely happy with this chapter so please let me know what you think.

Cheese is fascinating, I suggest you look up Grana Padano on and read the description. Please let me know if you think it fits John. This with a mixture of what you know about the cheese.

Thanks to 2cajuman2 for cheese advice and explanation.

Thanks to Verander for being my Beta.

You, most probably, will enjoy the next chapter.