Chapter Ten: A forsaken love

"Mr. Holmes? Mr. Holmes!" Martha yelled from the bottom of the stairs, he moaned as he goggrily opened his eyes. "MR. HOLMES!"

"I'm up Martha! What do you want?!" He called back.

"Sir Mr Lestrade is here to see you." He rolled his eyes as he glanced around looking for his pocket watch. He found in in the pile of clothes on the floor the night before flashed through his mind. He stopped midway and looked around there was no sign that Cassandra was there... That she shared his bed last night. A dream perhaps, it didn't matter at that moment, when Lestrade always visits he always seems to bring unusally cases. Jumping into a pair of trousers and a clean shirt he made his way down the stairs bottoning it up.

"Ah Lestrade!" Holmes said merrily as he clasped his friend's hand.

"Holmes, you seem quite happy to see me." They laughed as he offered him a chair while Holmes himself sat at his usually seat. Lestrade was an old man 10 years older then Holmes but it was him that helped Sherlock gain admiration in Scotland Yards. He was of course head detective while Holmes was a loner. Taking in cases that are usually more then meets the eye. He was bald from old age yet he still refrained a kind of toddler sense.

"So what brings you here Lestrade?" Holmes asked as they settled in.

"I need you to talk to one of these students over at the college you work your chemicals in. Supposedly one of them denied saying they were at the crime scene but i found something of his. I know he would want back." Holmes looked at his pocket watch and nodded.

"Alright, i believe I'll go and have a talk with?"

"With Mr. William Booth."

"Aha... 2nd year chemist, he's not the type you would think is connected to a murder though." Lestrade gave Holmes a confused look.

"My dear boy this is not a murder case it's a threat letter to a Miss Cassandra Chang. We found it before it was send to her supposedly this morning." Holmes looked up quickly.

"pardon?" Lestrade again gave Holmes a curious look.

"You're acting strange today. I said a threat letter to the diplomat of china's daugther. Miss Cassandra Chang. Anyway i must be off. What I want to know is that why was Willaim's hat found there when he said he was not there." Both men got up and shook hands. "Oh Holmes?"

"Yes?"

"Report to me directly."

"Yes yes." Lestrade left his feet giving off a thump down the wooden stairs. While Sherlock walked around the sitting room thinking about Cassandra soon he spotted her hair clip. He has been on her case for a month and insead of helping her catch the people he has been pursuing his pleasure. He must go and talk to her, but first a talk with William Booth. He took his jacket and went off to do his business.