Hi. How is everyone? This is the next chapter if you didn't already know that. I hope you enjoy this chapter. See ya.

Sherlock was sitting next to John in the small living room of Natalie Postin's. She let them in after they told her that the other officers missed a few questions and they were there to fill in the missing pieces. She was sitting across from them fidgeting in her seat.

"You guys look a little young to be police officers," she said eyeing John in particular.

Sherlock cleared his throat and straightened his posture. "We're new to the force," he told her. "Now I would like to talk about the day you say your boyfriend."

"He's not my boyfriend," Natalie corrected him. "We broke up a few days before he went missing."

"Well then the papers got it wrong," John commented and gave a pointed look towards Sherlock.

Sherlock shut his eyes and rolled them. Of course John would try and get him riled up now. "Ms. Postin can you tell me about the day that you saw Mr. Wilkins?" he asked.

Natalie shrugged her shoulders and looked to the wall. "I was walking down the street trying to get some coffee," she told him. "He was walking in the other direction and that was it really."

"You didn't say anything to him?" Sherlock asked.

She shook her head. "Like I said we broke up a few days before," she told him, "we really weren't on speaking terms."

Sherlock nodded. He leaned forward and tried to catch Natalie's wandering eyes. "Why did you two break up?"

Natalie snapped her head forward and stared at Sherlock. "We already went over this in the other interview," she told him, her voice hitching a little at the end.

"I know," he said softening his tone, "we just need to go over these questions again. Now why did you two break up?"

She let out a low growl that almost went unnoticed. Sherlock smirked and connected his hands under his chin already connecting things just from that. "We agreed it would be for the best," she stated. "We were going to remain friends afterwards."

Sherlock would have laughed. She was lying and he knew it. "Really then why were you not on speaking terms?" he asked.

Natalie swallowed and looked back at the wall. "We needed time to cool off," she said not as smooth as she hoped for.

"Do you remember what he was wearing the day he was kidnapped?" Sherlock inquired.

"His work shirt and his red tie with cartoon characters on it," she told him after a moment of thought.

Sherlock hummed with satisfaction. He glanced towards John, who on request was writing down all the things Natalie said. "Without looking what color is my partner's shirt?"

Natalie raised her eyebrows and gave Sherlock a weird look. John closed his jacket just in case she peaked. He wasn't too sure why Sherlock was doing this but he would go along. Natalie licked her lips nervously. "Why?" she asked.

"Please?" Sherlock added with a sweet smile.

"Um," she looked back to the wall before returning her gaze to the teen, "red?"

Sherlock nodded and stood up. "That is all," he said putting his jacket back on. He turned to John who was following Sherlock's moves.

"Really?" she asked standing also.

"Well one more thing," Sherlock stated and reached into his pocket. "Do you know who are in this picture?"

Natalie's eyes widen for a fraction of a second before returning to normal. "No," she answered in a shaky voice. "Is that all now?"

Sherlock nodded with another smile. "That is all Ms. Postin we won't be bothering you again," he said and walked out of her flat.

When they were quite a ways from the door John stopped the tall teen. "Did you get anything from that conversation?"

"Your shirt is purple," Sherlock answered, John gave him questioning eyes. He rolled his eyes and clarified, "I got what I needed."

"Really?" he asked.

Sherlock nodded and hailed a cab. "Now back to the hotel," he said with a cheerful smile.

"The hotel that we didn't even need," John mumbled.

"It's too late to head back to the school now," Sherlock told him.

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"So we have no leads?" John asked once they were back in their hotel room.

"Only a few," Sherlock stated absentmindedly as he stared out the window. "But I don't know if they will lead to our kidnapper or to some weird love triangle."

"Love triangle?" John asked confused.

Sherlock tossed the picture onto the bed where John was laying. "She was cheating on him with the other kid in that picture," he told him. He stood up and fell onto the bed next to John. "I think that's why he went missing."

"Because Natalie and whatever his name is wanted to date?" John laughed. He shook his head. He caught the look Sherlock was giving him and stopped. "There's something more to this than just that isn't there?"

Sherlock shrugged, "No idea," he let out. "Maybe, maybe not, all I know is she's involved."

"How?"

"She reacted to the picture which she recognized and she knew what he was wearing on the day he went missing," Sherlock explained.

"What does that matter?" John asked.

"That happened weeks ago," Sherlock told him, "how could she remember what he was wearing down to what tie he was wearing when she couldn't even remember what color your shirt is?"

John looked down at his purple shirt. "Maybe she didn't get a good look at my shirt," he offered.

Sherlock shook his head and sighed. "No, she has seen him many times after he went missing. I believe John was taken by the other person in this picture and his ex."

John scratched his chin in thought. "Then why did she break up with him if he was just going to kidnap him?" he asked. "Why kidnap him at all?"

Sherlock groaned and flopped down on the pillow. "I don't know," he said annoyed. "Maybe he caught them having sex and killed him and fabricated the whole kidnapping story."

"But…"

Sherlock covered his mouth with his hand and shook his head. "I don't have all the answers yet. Stop your questioning."

John mumbled a sloppy apology behind his hand. The other teen moved it away and wiped it on his shirt. "Can I eat now?" he asked rolling over to the phone.

Sherlock waved his hand and got up. "Do whatever you want," he sighed. He lifted up the notepad and flipped through the notes. "I'll be here trying to read your chicken scratch writing."

John threw the hotel pen at his head as he ordered his dinner. Sherlock turned around as if he was questioning why he threw the pen. John just stuck out his tongue. "Stop being a child John."

"Stop being a child John," John repeated.

Sherlock sighed and turned back to the notes. "I can't even…what is that word?"

John repeated him again.

"You're super sexy," Sherlock said with a smirk.

"You're super sexy," John repeated. "Oh, no I wasn't talking to you," he said over the phone. "I'm sorry if I scared you. Yes I would like to have a soda with that meal thank you." He sighed and hung up the phone. "You're a jerk."

"You started it," Sherlock reminded him. "I don't remember her saying the word bird."

John opened his mouth but shut it deciding he was going to get up and look at what Sherlock was talking about. "Oh, it says red," he told him. "I don't see where you got the b from."

Sherlock tossed the notepad down. He gave up all hope on it being useful. "Would you like to return tomorrow?" he asked lying down on the bed again.

John shrugged his shoulders. He rubbed his eyes and looked at Sherlock. "I don't care whatever would be best," he stated.

Sherlock nodded. "We'll return after lunch," he told him. "That way I can make sure we have everything we need in London."

So yeah, childish teenagers pretending to be adults. To me, that does not seem like it would work. Anyway, I hope you liked it. I hope you enjoy the rest of your day. BYE!