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THIS GIRL.

And obviously because CBS whacked up my whole plan, this is now AU. I think...

Review please...

Precinct

It had been a rather slow day, oddly no murders at all. In fact, some were getting ready to leave even though it was only halfway through the day.

That is, untill a call came in.

"Hello, this is captain Gregson speaking," he answered.

"Well, I don't know any other way to say this sir... but there might be a hit man in New York City. And if he is here, he's after someone," the caller said quietly.

"Who is it?" Gregson asked.

"I don't know who he's after... but I think his name is Ivan, and he's Russian. My boss, he was talking to someone on the phone in Russian. He's hired him to kill someone."

"What's your boss's name?"

"Jackson-" Suddenly footsteps could be heard.

"Morgan, what are you doing?" a voice asked in the background.

"Nothing, sir. Just making a call to an old friend," the caller replied.

There was a pause. "Well do that on your own time. Or else you'll be out of a job."

"Yes sir." There was another pause. "His name is Jackson Prothero. He's pretty rich, you shouldn't have a hard time finding out about him."

"Morgan!"

"Sorry sir." The line cut off shortly after. Gregson sighed and put his head in his hands, then got to looking up Prothero. It wasn't every day they got something about a hit man, especially not hit men from Russia. Maybe a few here and there when it came to the mob, but that was about it. And if someone had hired him all the way from Russia, he was probably good. Really good. Meaning it would be difficult to track him down.

Jackson Prothero, apparently, was a very wealthy businessman- in fact the CEO, at that- of a large company based in London. Not a bad thing could be found about him. He was spotless, purely spotless. At least, on the outside. Obviously if he might be hiring a hit man, there was something bad about him.

And now Gregson just had to find it.

Meanwhile...

Sherlock was back in one of his usual spots; all of the TVs on at the very same time. He had been feeling a bit dazed lately, possibly because of, well, everything that had happened in the past few weeks, and thought this would be exactly the kind of thing he needed to come back to his senses.

And that was when his phone started ringing. It was a text, from Gregson. "Joan, there's a crime scene," he announced, showing her the address.

"I never thought I'd say this, but thank goodness there's a murder," she said. And Joan's mood stayed this way. At least, untill she got there.

"Victim's name is Meredith Reed," Gregson said. "In her early 30's; music teacher at a local private school." Everyone at the scene looked a little bit troubled. There was something more to this murder; something bigger than any of them could imagine.

"Are you alright?" Sherlock asked Joan, causing her to snap out of her thoughts.

"Hm? Yeah, it's just... I saw her somewhere," she said. "There was something weird about her."

"We'll take it from here," a man said. By his vest you'd have to be an idiot not to know he was FBI.

"Wait, what's going on?" Gregson asked.

"She is- was- one of our undercover operatives," the man explained.

"Guess that's the 'something weird' about her," Sherlock said quietly.

"What kind of stuff was she involved in?" Gregson asked.

"That's classified."

He pulled the man to the side. "I received a phone call this morning concerning a Russian hitman... I just want to know if these two things are connected."

The man's face paled. "I need you to tell me everything."

Suddenly a young girl with an orange bob haircut darted out of no where. "Oh my gosh! What happened!?"

The man came beside her, asking her question after question before take her with them.

"Who was that?" Joan asked. The girl looked so familiar, but she just couldn't put her finger on it.

Sherlock, however, knew exactly who she was. He could recognise that face a mile away.

"Sherlock, it's 2 a.m, don't you think you've gone over this long enough for now?" Joan asked. Once again, the Brit was sitting among piles of papers.

"No," he said. "There is no long enough."

She sighed. "Then I'll help you." She sat down next to him. "What do we have here?"

Sherlock held up a picture of a man, who was wearing a tux and nearly bald. "Ivan Colnagio. Russian hitman. Wanted in half a dozen countries. I believe he is the one who killed Miss Reed. Where did you see her?"

Joan looked down. "I knew you told me not to, but... I went looking for Jane again. At her school. They said she'd left a while ago, and on my way out I bumped into Reed. She said she hadn't seen her, yet she handed me a post-box address. It was all really weird."

"She was protecting her..." Sherlock mumbled, realisation sweeping over him. "She was protecting Jane."

"You're not going to sleep any time soon, are you?" Joan asked, more of a statement than a question.

"A world class hitman is after my daughter! What do you think!?"

Joan gave him one last look and went off to bed. Yes, this was important, but being sleep-deprived would not have any benefits.

Just after she laid down, however, her phone began vibrating. It was an unknown number, but she answered it anyway. "Hello?"

"Joan, I need your help," the voice on the other end said. Despite the pouring of rain, the tone in her voice was very clear- she was scared.

"Jane? What's wrong?" Joan asked, instantly becoming more alert and pressing the record call button.

"Reed is dead! And someone is after me! I don't know what's going on, but I just have a really bad feeling and-" She stopped, and suddenly there was only muffled screaming. The phone fell down with a metallic clank but was soon hung up.

"Sherlock!"

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Well, sorry I haven't updated in quite some time. Before school got out it was all FINALS FINALS FINALS and I had to put in extra effort so I didn't fail gym. (I'm really the only person I know who can find a way to fail GYM without trying.) And then I had VBS every night, which is when I'm my most creative.

Sadly, I do not know when I will be updating again. I've been trying to get my first book published. Like an actual book. And I'm sure all of you know how I suck at endings.

BUT tomorrow is my birthday, and even though I'm supposed to be all happy and stuff I'll still try to get some writing in. Maybe not on this story, but one one of them.

SO SINCE TOMORROW IS MY BIRTHDAY CAN I PLEASE HAVE SOME REVIEWS ON THIS CHAPTER OR ANOTHER CHAPTER? I KNOW IT SUCKS BUT PLLEEEEEEAAAAAAASSSSSEEEEE?

~Delila