A/N: Sorry 'bout the formatting! That's a stupid mistake that I'll try not to make again...*slams head on table*

***Baker Street***

The driver stopped the cabby and the three stepped out and walked quickly up the stairs to 221B, and Holmes briskly waved Jon inside, where he sat down on the rug in front of the extinguished fire. Watson and Holmes took their usual seats and began to settle themselves in. Holmes took out his pipe, and Watson searched the area for the day's newspaper, and once he found it, spread it across his lap and began to read the front page. Jon sighed and played with the ashes in the fireplace with the poker, "So, I guess Mrs. Hudson ain't back yet, huh?"

Holmes shook his head, and Watson looked up curiously, "Now how did you figure that?"

Jon turned to the doctor and raised his eyebrows, "Well, this fire's been cold for nearly half a day, she wasn't here when you two came in, and I saw that the trash has been piling up in the bin."

Holmes nodded, "It's true, I never have enjoyed taking out the garbage, but you also should have noticed the envelope on the side table address to me with Mrs. Hudson's name on the return address and the letter next to it saying that she would be back tomorrow..."

Watson rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the newspaper to let the other two go at it again.

Jon frowned, "Well excuse me! I didn't know I was supposed goin' to be tested today..."

"You are always being tested, always. Now, back to business. We need your assistance again with the same case you were working on earlier with us, I believe that you are familiar with the situation?"

"How could I forget?"

"That's exactly the problem." Jon gave him a confused look, "Well, after you left, we learned something of great importance that I believe might be of some interest to you."

"And that would be...?"

"That you may still be in danger."

"And that would be news to me why?"

"Because of who wants to get to you. Now that you have worked with us, you are on a whole new level of endangerment. There is now an entire network of villains out there that plan very delicate, specific operations, and you have helped us take one down, and now they want you dead."

"O-kay...I guess I'll just have to start watching my back around town then, but that still hasn't explained why you want me here."

"If you would let me finish, I would! Now, these people are much closer to you than you think..."

Watson sighed and looked up at Holmes, "Oh, just tell him already!"

Holmes sighed at the interruption, "It would be best for him if he figures it out for himself!" Watson shook his head and Holmes turned back to Jon, "As I was saying...Since you are in close contact with these people daily, we want you too keep an eye on them for us, and give us any information that you might have on them."

Jon's frown turned into a scowl, "Well, I ain't gonna do you no good, if ya won't tell me who the hell wants me dead!"

Holmes smiled, leaned back in his chair, and began to smoke on his pipe, "Figure it out then!"

Jon sighed in exasperation, and flopped down onto the rug. Well, Holmes had said that he comes in contact with them everyday. Where did he go everyday? Home? No, he could hardly imagine Mrs. Wyser working for an underground network of thugs...Wait a minute, he worked everyday. It must be someone he worked with at the docks! But most of the people there were too stupid to read a book, not to mention put a complex and "delicate" operation into motion...He shook his head and looked back up at Holmes who was waiting rather expectantly, "Well, I can't figure it out. It's someone at the docks, right? I dunno who it is though, too many people there."

Holmes nodded, "That's close, but you are still missing a big hint. Would we really keep you at the job you have now if you were that close to being hurt? Well, Watson wouldn't anyway..." Watson chuckled a little and turned the page of the newspaper.

"Okay, so it's someone at the docks, but I don't work with them, so it must be someone at another pier..." While he thought out loud, he watched Holmes' face for any clues, but it was as blank as stone, "Maybe the pier next to ours...the one for the expensive shipments, smarter people work there, smart people that could have a double life..."

Holmes sighed, "I feel that that is as close as we are going to get...Jon, you were right about the pier next to you, and you even picked the right one, but you should pay more attention to who is working at the other piers. If you had, you would've noticed that there was a certain Mr. Streicher and another man named Jim Steward, a name that Moriarty uses time to time as a false name. You should have seen that in the file that you rifled through the first time I let you spent the night. Yes, of course I noticed, don't look so surprised. After all this, I believe you owe me a little credit. Jon, if you haven't made the connection yet, Moriarty was also the man who wanted to have Sir Cullington murdered, as shown by the initials J.S. on the bottom of the letter that you found on Cullington's person after his death." Jon froze. He hadn't shown anyone that letter! Unless...Holmes smiled, "When you returned here from after your kidnapping ordeal and took a nap, it slipped out of your pocket and fell to the ground. I of course picked it up, and you can imagine my surprise at having found such a concrete piece of evidence and that you hadn't told either Watson or myself."

Jon shrugged, embarrassed that he had committed such a stupid act as letting the letter fall from his pocket. "Ya well, I needed my own ammo..."

"As I had suspected you had. Now, will you help us or not."

Jon sighed. They sounded as if they could really use his help as a spy. But this time, he was going to make it worth his while, "What's in it for me?"

Holmes raised an eyebrow, although he did not looked surprised, only shooting Watson a look before saying, "Well, I suppose we could pay you..." Jon smiled to himself. He could really use the money. He was about to agree when the detective continued, "Or, we could just say help us this one last time or we will turn you in to the police for withholding evidence for an investigation. Yes, I think I'll go with the latter option..." A bubble of happiness burst inside Jon's chest and he deflated, extremely put out. They were blackmailing him! He turned to Watson to get some support but the doctor only shrugged and immersed himself in the newspaper page that Jon could have sworn that he already read five times now.

The boy sighed and glared at Holmes. He hated being made a fool of more than anything in the world, "Fine...Whatever...Can I get back home so I can sleep for an hour before I have to get up again for my ten hours of daily hard labor with a bunch of thieves and murders now?"

Holmes just smiled, "Of course. I told the cabby to wait, so it should be outside to take you home. Don't forget to come here after you finish your work to tell us what you've found out!"

Jon grumbled all the way to the door, which he slammed on his way out. He stormed by the cabby and kept on going down the sidewalk, "I'd rather walk..." The driver shrugged and drove off to pick up someone else.

Meanwhile, back in the house, Holmes laughed to himself, stood up and stretched. Watson frowned and put the newspaper he had been pretending to read down, "That wasn't very nice Holmes..."

"Of course it wasn't! But what I am doing instead of being nice to him is turning him into a real detective. It would be a shame to see all those brains of his to go to waste..." Watson leaned back and donned a thoughtful expression. Holmes frowned, "What is it?"

"Oh, nothing. It is all just very peculiar..."

"What's that?"

"How the tutor taught the pupil and now the pupil is teaching the son of the tutor...Very interesting..."

"Are you implying that I am doing what Moriarty did to me?"

"Well, it can't be much different, now can it?"

"Hmm...You may be right. Ah well, I suppose what goes around comes around. I just hope that young Jon won't share the same fate his father did. I'd best be careful of what I teach him..."

"Do you think that someday he'll use it against you?"

"I don't know. The boy has promise, but he knows it...He has too much faith in his own abilities Watson. I'm just trying to show him that he doesn't know everything."

"You just want someone else who will pose a challenge to you without having them become an evil genius Holmes..."

"Perhaps you are right. But why are we talking of such things anyway? We have a case to worry about!"

Watson sighed, "So, what is our next move?"

"To wait for Jon to return tomorrow. Hopefully, after today, he will think that it is impossible to hide anything from me and tell me all the details he noticed willingly."

"Is it impossible?"

"I don't know, I suppose that is not up for me to decide though, now is it? Anyway, he is the first option to observing Moriarty and Streicher. If he is unable to do it, I will have to do it myself."

"Why didn't you just do that in the first place?"

"I would be to out of place, even with my best disguise. The docks are full of all the workers they need, especially around this time of year, and no one goes looking there for work in these months. If I applied for a job, Moriarty and Streicher would become immediately suspicious and I could be revealed."

"I suppose that sending Jon is the best thing to do then, when you put it that way..."

"Of course it is! If there were any way that I could get in undetected I would. Watson, you know that I like working alone on cases, and Jon would certainly not be my first choice for a partner to work with, but for now, I have promised myself that we will deal with him, and then let him go back to his normal life..."

"Which there will not be much left of by the time we are through with him."

"No, I suppose not. But I believe that he will be glad that he was intertwined into all of this all the same. He enjoys it, enjoys the challenge..."

"Just like his father always did?"

Holmes nodded and put the pipe back into his mouth, "...Just like his father always has...".