***Bakers Street***

After their meeting with Mr. Bruse, Holmes' other client at the moment, Watson hurried out of the room and out the front door. Holmes stood up and called out after him in a stern voice, "Where are you going Watson?"

"To go call a cabby! We must get down to the docks and warn Jon about the danger he is in!"

"Watson get back in here, and sit down. I'll send for someone else to call us a cabby, besides, I doubt very much that Jon is at the docks still..."

"Do you mean to say that Moriarty has already gotten a hold of him?"

Holmes pursed his lips, "...No, I mean to say that he has probably already headed home for the night. Really Watson, you shouldn't be quite so worried, it will be bad for your health...but we will talk to him tonight."

Watson nodded and sunk back into his armchair as Holmes called a cabby up, and then motioned for Watson to get up. Once they were seated inside, Holmes turned to the doctor, "First, we will head to Scotland Yard to find out where he lives. No doubt they have at least a small file of information on young Jonathan, even if he doesn't realize it. Sometimes, the police almost surprise me with how much personal information they keep locked up. It's a shame they don't use it more often!"

Watson shook his head at Holmes' cynical tone, "You know very well that they always try their best..."

"Of course they do, sometimes their best is just not good enough though, but I suppose that's what I am here for, isn't it? Anyway, we've arrived Watson. Stay here while I go get the address. There's no point in both of us having to get up!" With that, Holmes stepped out of the cabby and walked briskly up the stone stairs to the main building of Scotland Yard.

A few minutes later he returned looking rather pleased, and as he climbed back into the cab he explained to Watson, "Well, it seems that the London police have actually come through for us! Not only did they have his address, but they also told me that he is paying rent to a woman named Meredith Wyser..."

As the carriage began to move again towards the poor district of town, Watson raised his eyebrows in surprise, "My goodness, they have all that information on him already for witnessing a crime?"

"Well actually Watson, it seems that our young friend's record isn't exactly spotless. From the papers that I glanced at, it seems that Jon has been arrested for shoplifting twice and pick-pocketing three times most of which were from at least three years ago, although the reports also state that he has been rumored to have done each many more times that what he had been caught for, but there were just no witnesses."

"Are you quite serious? And here I was imagining that he was just a poor unfortunate that was just dragged into this case by some twist of fate...But I suppose it still wasn't his fault after all..."

Holmes smirked a little, "Who knows? Maybe this little adventure that he is having will build up some character!"

Watson chuckled and slipped his hat back on head as the driver pulled over to the side of the road and both men stepped out. The doctor raised his eyebrows and gazed around. They were in the poor district all right, and they were also sticking out like a sore thumb from all the dirt and grime that seemed to be everywhere.

Holmes seemed to have read his mind and pulled Watson down the alley that the police reports had said Jon lived down and said softly, "Don't worry too much about our appearances. In this stage of the game, it is almost to our advantage if we don't blend in. After all, we want this Mrs. Wyser to take us seriously."

Watson nodded and followed Holmes to a door tucked far back in the dark alleyway and listened as the detective rapped on the door, "Mrs. Wyser, are you home? We have some business that we would like to discuss with one of your tenets..."

***Jon's Point of View***
He was resting on his bed, face sunk deep into his pillow, when he heard a loud knock on the door. He sighed furiously, because this was the third time in a row that he had been just about to fall asleep but something had interrupted him. He grabbed his shirt that he had taken off earlier so he could sleep easier and pulled it over his head so that he couldn't hear the noises anymore. He smiled happily and was just about to drift off when there was a violent knock on his bedroom door, almost sending the piece of wood flying off its hinges.

He threw his shirt back onto the floor and stumbled over to the door grumbling and fumbling with his belt, trying to refasten it. When he reached the door, he ran his fingers quickly through his hair to brush it, and yanked it open. There, standing in his doorway was a very irate looking Mrs. Wyser. She took several paces towards him and grabbed his shoulders with her thin, claw like fingers, "You called the police?!"

"What? No I didn't! What are you talking about?"

"There are two men sitting downstairs that say that they have business with you, but they look like cops to me, rich folk at least...So, what did you do?!"

"I didn't do nothing! Get your hands off me..." He shrugged her fingers off and glared at her, "Did they tell you their names?"

"One of them's named Holmes...can't remember the other fellow's name, though they both sounded familiar..."

Jon raised his eyebrows and pushed past the old woman, slid down the shaky banister and entered the room to find Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson sitting in Mrs. Wyser's overstuffed armchairs. He blinked several times as they heard him enter and turned around and finally said, "What are you doing here? I told you everything I know already..."

Holmes nodded briskly and stood up, "We know, but there is something else that you must now do for us, just for the sake of simplicity. Come, we'll take you back to my house and we'll discuss it there...but go up and grab a shirt before you go."

Jon frowned and stayed where he was, rooted to the spot with suspicion, "What do you want?"

Watson joined Holmes and gave Jon a reassuring smile, "We just need you for one last thing Jon..."

The boy narrowed his eyes, but jogged back upstairs, grabbed his shirt and ran back down to find Holmes and Watson standing by the door. Holmes began to open the door, "Well, let's go then, if you are ready."

Mrs. Wyser came up from behind Jon and, feeling her stare boring into the back of his head, he turned around and sighed, "Look, I don't know when I'll be back all right?"

"Like you ever do...fine, go then! It's not like I care..."

Jon rolled his eyes and pushed Watson and Holmes out the door and closed it firmly behind them when they had all made it outside.

Holmes turned to Jon as they began to walk out to the street where he could see a buggy waiting for them, "Well she certainly was a lovely woman..."

"Sure she is...if your into devils and witches..."

Watson gave him a curious look as the three stepped into the carriage, "Is she...related to you in any way?"

"I certainly hope not! No, There would be nothing I would like better than to leave that old hag, believe me..."

Holmes smirked as they started moving quickly down the street, "Oh, I do..."

A/N: ...Um, sorry it took so long for me to update...I'm trying my best I promise!!! Hmm...anyways, I'll try to update ASAP next time...:)