JOHN'S POV

Not long after finally snapping Sherlock back to reality we had arrived back at the place where it had all started. The place that Bree had been taken. China Town. This was the last known location of Abrielle. We didn't know what had happened other than the fact that she had been in a fight with her kidnapper and she had tried to get away. According to Sherlock her kidnapping was most likely connected to the case we had been investigating at the time. The case of the bank graffiti and the two dead men. Which meant that the only way to save Bree from the grasp of those who had taken her would be to solve the case, and unfortunately it just happened to be the one case we just couldn't seem to be able to solve. It was an impossible case. Not to mention, we haven't talked about this case for months let alone tried to solve it since Bree's kidnapping so I didn't even know where to start!

"So what we know is that two men travel back from China. Both head straight for the Lucky Cat emporium. What did they see?" I questioned, trying to figure out where we should go next, my eyes wandering over the notes I had taken so far. I had seen Abrielle's eyes before she had left this store. She was scared. Very scared. She had seen something, something that had frightened her, and most likely that something was the same exact thing that Van Coon and Lukis had seen when they had been here last. So the question was, what did they see?

"It's not what they saw; it's what they both brought back in those suitcases. Think about what Sebastian told us; about Van Coon – about how he stayed afloat in the market." Sherlock replied, my mind going back to the conversation we had had with the banker before Abrielle had brutally injured the man.

"Lost five million …"

"... made it back in a week. That's how he made such easy money." Sherlock stated, finishing my thought. It all made sense. They had come to the same store, right after visiting Asia and they both had jobs that allowed them to commute back and forth between Asia and London frequently. It was the only logical assumption after all.

"He was a smuggler." I answered. So, they were smugglers, they stole stuff and brought it back to London for one reason or another, the most logical reason being extra cash.

"A guy like him – it would have been perfect. He was a businessman making frequent trips to Asia. And Lukis was the same except he was a journalist writing about China. Both of them smuggled stuff out, and the Lucky Cat was their drop-off." Sherlock explained, his eyes wandering over to the shop across the street. The shop that was officially the last place we had been together. All three of us. And the store that had ultimately connected two men's deaths.

"But why did they die? I mean, it doesn't make sense. If they both turn up at the shop and deliver the goods, why would someone threaten them and kill them after the event, after they'd finished the job?" I questioned. If they were in fact smugglers, they would have enemies, surely. But not any that would kill them. So why were they killed? I watched, my question hanging in the air as Sherlock sat back in his seat, thinking over my question as gears turned in his head.

"What if one of them was light-fingered? What if one of them stole something; something from the hoard." He questioned, a smile lighting up his features as a lightbulb went off in his head. So they both brought stuff back from Asia, and the killer knew this … clearly he knew this. Which can only mean … that the killer didn't know who had stolen from the horde.

"The killer doesn't know which of them took it, so he threatens them both. Right, um, and what does Abrielle getting kidnapped have to do with any of this?" I questioned, staring at the alley she had been taken from. It made sense that the killer had killed the two men because they had stolen something from them, which was motive all on it's own, however, what didn't make sense is how Abrielle fit into all of this. Why had she been scared before when we were in the shop? What did this case have to do with her? It just didn't make sense. Why was she involved?

"She was kidnapped in the same area that Van Coon and Lukis made their drop off, which tells us that she was kidnapped because she knew something that she shouldn't. She kept secrets from us which means that she most likely knew more about the case then she was letting on. She knew something about the killer that I didn't." Sherlock explained, my eyes widening in surprise. She knew something about the killer. Something that Sherlock Holmes the genius didn't know.

"And that something got her kidnapped." I finished, knowing exactly what Sherlock was not saying. She was scared of what she had seen, she had seen her kidnapper, the killer that had murdered Van Coon and Lukis and she probably knew it. She was connected with this case. She knew who it was all along, and for some reason she couldn't tell us. She knew, and the murderer knew she knew. She was the hidden piece of this case that we never knew about. She was interwoven into this all.

"Exactly, so if we solve this case we find Abrielle." Sherlock confirmed, raising my hopes considerably. She was involved in this case which meant that because the kidnapper and the murderer were in fact one and the same that we'd find the murderer if we solved the case and therefore we'd find Abrielle's kidnapper that would then lead us straight to Abrielle. This was perfect. Not only would I have helped Sherlock put another murderer behind bars, but I'd also get my sister back and avenge her kidnapping all at the same time! We were getting so close to Abrielle I could feel it.

"Remind me … when was the last time that it rained?" Sherlock said, snapping me out of my thoughts as he stared out the window, across the street from us. Lord knows he was probably looking at something only he could see. I watched, confused, as he jumped up without a warning and left the restaurant. He was such a arsehole sometimes. He didn't even tell me he was going to be leaving! I couldn't just hold it against him though. He was probably just distracted with whatever he had seen that he hadn't even registered that I was still in the restaurant. I shouldn't be surprised, he always did stuff like this. Besides, this was after all Sherlock Holmes we were talking about. I sighed, getting up from the table that we had previously sat at, throwing a few pounds on the table, and then I rushed after the man I called my best friend. I knew we'd find Abrielle soon. It was only a matter of time. But now I couldn't think about her. She was a strong woman, and one of the bravest girls I knew. I needed to stay focused, I needed to solve this case. I needed to be the heart to Sherlock's brains, and help him solve the problems that were so simple that he would never be able to figure it out. It was time to figure out the murderer once and for all and bring justice to both VanCoon and Lukis. And ultimately that would save Bree in the end.