A confused expression twisted its way onto Sherlock's face.

"Why would you want to?"

"I want to know you Sherlock." John said. "All of you. Not just the good parts."

"Why?"

"Because you're my friend." John said, now becoming confused himself.

"Why?"

John frowned. This was getting excessive. Couldn't Sherlock just accept the fact that he was John's friend? Why did he have to analyze everything?

"Because you just are." John said. "I don't know why. I don't care why, and it shouldn't to you either. You're my friend Sherlock, through the thick and thin, and it would be very, very hard for you to change that."

There was a knock on the door.

"This conversation is not over." John said sternly, as he got up to answer it. Sherlock followed him.

John opened the door and Lestrade appeared.

He looked somber and unhappy.

"What's going on?" John asked. "Something about the case?"

Lestrade nodded, "There- there's been another victim. A little boy, 8 years old." Lestrade continued, staring at his feet. "We've reopened the case."

Though John couldn't see him, he could feel that Sherlock had walked away from him. He turned to see Sherlock pacing.

"I knew there was something..." Sherlock said.

"What do you mean?" John asked. "How could you have known?"

"It just- I just-" Sherlock hesitated. "Something didn't feel right about it. I felt like I was missing something, so I went back and examined the body again and found nothing I hadn't before. But something Molly said triggered an idea, and I went back to the scene to check something. It didn't add up. I was going to call, but I had left my phone back at the flat. Then John and I had... a discussion. I got distracted and forgot. How long has the boy been dead?"

"We're not sure. We're getting conflicting indicators." Lestrade said. "We're dealing with someone who knows what they're doing."

Sherlock paused, tilting his head slightly. He was silent for a moment before looking up at John.

"Of course-" Sherlock breathed. "I should have seen it! Why didn't I see it!" As he went on he got increasingly more agitated.

"John we've got to go now." Sherlock said, grabbing John's coat off the hook as well as his own. "I think I know who did this, and we can catch him soon if I'm right, but I've got to be sure. I can't mess this up again. Lead the way Greg."

Lestrade nodded swiftly and walked out the door. Sherlock and John followed immediately.

As they walked John could hear Sherlock mumbling something to himself over, and over, and over. Listening closely, he managed to make it out.

Think. Think. Think. Think.


A/N: What's this? Sherlock called Lestrade by the right first name again? Wow! And what a turn around! A simple open-shut case of a married woman and her boyfriend killing her husband, to a double homicide! Golly, what will happen next?! A short chapter, I know, but the next will be longer, I promise! Reviews please!