Before I begin I would like to thank everyone who has read this fanfiction.

When I started I had doubts that anyone would read it. Every time I log in I look

at the traffic graph and I am so please to see that more people read it.

Special thanks to LadyBugLover and Rosebud1011 for reviewing. You always make my day.

To LadyBugLover I am so pleased you like my story. I can't wait to see more Sherlaina.

To Rosebud1011 Thank you so much for your review. It almost made me cry. You are so sweet.

To galwidatitud I totally get what you're saying. Sometimes it gets really difficult to make her mean since she seems so friendly. I plan on having Sherlock break her out of her shell so I need her to be a bit antisocial and depressed. Also she wasn't being depressed towards Sherlock. She was thinking. Tell me if I need to clarify.

Without further ado I am proud to introduce Drugs Bust and The Cabbie

Drugs Bust and The Cabbie

As Sherlock and John waited for Elaina to emerge, Mrs. Hudson ran downstairs. "Oh Sherlock, what have you done?"

As if on cue, Elaina ran out of Mrs. Hudson's flat, her hair damp and she had obviously dashed out in a hurry. Her eyes were large and she looked frightened.

"I heard something crash upstairs!"

Together they rushed up the stair only to confront Lestrade. Elaina and John gaped at the mess the police force was tearing apart the flat. Sherlock just looked mildly annoyed at the destruction that everyone was causing. That is until he saw the pink case flipped open on the ottoman.

"What are you doing?" he said in obvious distaste.

"I knew you'd find the case. I'm not stupid." Lestrade announced. Elaina snorted.

"Could've fooled me." She whispered.

"You can't just break in to my flat" Sherlock said in a snide tone.

"You can't withhold evidence - and I didn't break in." Lestrade retorted
"What do you call this, then?" Sherlock asked sarcastically

"It's a drugs bust." Lestrade said as though he had just thought of the excuse before he had arrived at the flat.
"Seriously? This guy - a junkie? - Have you met him?" John chipped in. Elaina sent him a frantic look. She had noticed

almost as soon as she had met him. It didn't matter to her. He wasn't dangerous as far as she could tell.

"John" Elaina said to get him to shut him up

"You could search this flat all day, you wouldn't find anything you could call recreational." John continued as though Elaina hadn't said a thing
"John, you probably want to shut up now." Sherlock tried.
"But come on" John argued "No"

"What?" A guilty look spread across Sherlock's face–

"You?" John said incredulously

"Shut up!" He said in indignation. He turned to address Lestrade "I'm not your sniffer dog."
"No, Anderson's my sniffer dog." Lestrade said in a matter-a-fact tone
"Anderson, what are you doing here on a drugs bust?" Elaina asked

"Oh, I volunteered." Anderson appeared from behind the kitchen door. His eyes widened as he saw Elaina and a slight flush crept up his neck.
"They all did. They're not strictly speaking on the drug squad, but they're very keen." Lestrade said in an attempt to refocus Anderson who was still staring at Elaina
"Are these human eyes?" Donovan emerged, holding up a jar. Elaina sighed inwardly. She really didn't want to worry about Donovan.

"Put those back!" Sherlock practically shrieked

"They were in the microwave." Donovan explained

"It's an experiment." Sherlock said in a defeated voice
"Keep looking, guys." Lestrade encouraged his team "Or you could help us properly, and I'll stand them down."
"This is childish." Sherlock whined

"Well, I'm dealing with a child. Sherlock, this is our case. I'm letting you in, but you do not go off on your own. Clear?"
"So you set up a pretend drugs bust to bully me?"

"It stops being pretend if we find anything." Lestrade rolled his eyes in a condescending way.
"I am clean!" Sherlock protested loudly

"Is your flat? All of it?"

"I don't even smoke." Sherlock rolled up his sleeve to expose a nicotine patch. Elaina was tempted to ask him to pull his sleeve up higher. She was almost certain that his sleeve was still hiding two more patches.
"Neither do I. So let's work together." Lestrade revealed his own patch. "We've found Rachel." He said in an afterthought

"Who is she?" Sherlock asked, excitement lighting up his voice
"Jennifer Wilson's only daughter. Elaina said, reading some files on Sherlock's desk.
"Her daughter? Why would she write her daughter's name? Why?" Sherlock asked in bewilderment

"Never mind that, we found the case. According to someone, the murderer has the case, and we found it in the hands of our favorite psychopath." Anderson pointed out
"Not a psychopath, I'm a high-functioning sociopath. Do your research." Sherlock said in a bored and annoyed voice "You need to bring Rachel in to question her. I need to question her."
"She's dead." Lestrade said bluntly
"Excellent. How, when and why? Is there a connection? There has to be." Sherlock bombarded Lestrade with questions. Lestrade's eyes widened at the onslaught." Well, I doubt it, since she's been dead for 1 4 years. Technically, she was never alive."

"Rachel was Jennifer Wilson's stillborn daughter, 1 4 years ago." Elaina clarified as she gazed at the files in her hand.
"Oh, that's not right. How Why would she do that? Why?" Sherlock asked franticly
"Why would she think of her daughter in her last moments? Yep - sociopath, I'm seeing it now." Anderson challenged him in a sarcastic tone.

"She didn't think about her daughter." She scratched her name on the floor with her fingernails. She was dying. It took effort, it would have hurt." As Sherlock described the gruesome details, the 'drug squad' looked a bit queasy.
"You said that the victims all took the poison themselves, that he makes them take it. Well, maybe he, I don't know, talks to them. Maybe he used the death of her daughter somehow." John attempted to help since he had contributed very little to the conversation.
"But that was ages ago. Why would she still be upset?" Sherlock said in a confused tone. He noticed everyone's silence. "Not good?" He asked pitifully
"Bit not good, yeah." Elaina giggled before remembering that she was supposed to be somber.
"If you were dying, if you'd been murdered, in your very last few seconds, what would you say?" Sherlock asked John, abandoning the conversation of his lack of sensitivity.

"Please, God, let me live." John said
"Use your imagination!" Sherlock said frustrated.

"I don't have to." John declared. As usual a polite silence for John's ordeal ensued.
"Yeah, but if you were clever, really clever" Sherlock, ignored the silence and carried on with the conversation. "Jennifer Wilson running all those lovers-she was clever. She's trying to tell us something."
"Isn't the doorbell working? Your taxi's here, Sherlock." Mrs. Hudson emerged from the stairs.

"I didn't order a taxi. Go away." Sherlock dismissed her easily. Elaina wished she had been close enough to slap him.
"Oh, dear. They're making such a mess. What are they looking for?" Mrs. Hudson said, looking a bit uneasy.
"It's a drugs bust, Mrs. Hudson." John explained
"But they're just for my hip. They're herbal soothers" Mrs. Hudson fanned herself and looked a bit guilty.

"We're not talking about you're 'herbal soothers'" Elaina tried to comfort the older woman.

"Shut up, everybody! Don't move, don't speak, don't breathe. I'm trying to think. Anderson, face the other way. You're putting me off." Sherlock gasped
"What? My face is" Anderson protested. Elaina completely agreed with Sherlock

"Everybody quiet and still. Anderson, turn your back." Lestrade urged.
"Oh, for God's sake!" Anderson yelled

"Your back, now, please!" Lestrade screamed back. The urgency in his voice was sever enough that Anderson (though still groaning) turned around.

"Come on, think. Quick!" Sherlock muttered to himself.
"What about your taxi?" Mrs. Hudson interrupted.

"Mrs. Hudson!" Sherlock belted. Then he smiled, rolling his head slowly. "Oh Ah! She was clever. Clever, yes! She's cleverer than you lot and she's dead. Do you see? Do you get it? She didn't lose her phone, she never lost it. She planted it on him." Sherlock tried to explain but everyone just looked at him. The Elaina gasped.
"When she got out of the car, she knew that she was going to her death. She left the phone in order to lead us to her killer." Elaina tried to elaborate
"But how?" Lestrade asked

"What do you mean, how? Rachel! Don't you see? Rachel!" Sherlock said as though the big climax was here. Everyone sat there looking blank. "Oh Look at you lot. You're all so vacant." Elaina coughed suggestively. "Not you. Well not all the time." He turned to address the rest of his onlookers "Is it nice not being me? It must be so relaxing. Rachel is not a name."
"Then what is it?" Lestrade asked in a frustrated voice.

"John, on the luggage, there's a label. E-mail address."
"Er, .uk." John read out
"She didn't have a laptop, which means she did her business on her phone. So it's a smartphone, it's e-mail enabled. So there was a website for her account." Sherlock said, while frantically typing away at his computer. He entered in the email address. "The username is her e-mail address, and all together now, the password is? - Rachel."
"So we can read her e-mails. So what?" Anderson complained and Elaina sighed
"Anderson, don't talk out loud. You lower the IQ of the whole street." Sherlock rebuked him before Elaina could "We can do much more than that. It's a smartphone, it's got GPS. Which means if you lose it, you can locate it online. She's leading us to the man who killed her."
"Unless he got rid of it." Lestrade suggested
"We know he didn't. Come on, come on. Quickly!" Sherlock berated himself.
"Sherlock, dear. This taxi driver-" Mrs. Hudson tried to catch Sherlock's attention but he cut her off.
"Mrs. Hudson, isn't it time for your evening soother?"

"Get vehicles, get a helicopter. This phone battery won't last forever." Lestrade jumped into action.
"We'll just have a map reference, not a name." Someone said
"It's a start! Sherlock. Narrow it down from just anyone in London. It's the first proper lead we've had. Sherlock Where is it? Quickly, where?" Lestrade asked

"Here. It's in 221 Baker Street." John answered
'How can it be here? How? Maybe it was in the case when you brought it back - and it fell out somewhere.' Lestrade asked
"And I didn't notice it? I didn't notice? Anyway, we texted him, and he called back." John disagreed
"Guys, we're also looking for a mobile somewhere here, belonged to the victim." Lestrade called to his team

Elaina looked at Sherlock and could see the gears whirling in his head. Looking past Sherlock's shoulder, she noticed a man, old and graying, holding a pink phone. He pushed the red button on it and disappeared down the stairs. She gasped, information whirling past her, like things in a tornado. She was jerked out of thought as she heard John "Sherlock, are you OK?" She watched as he stumbled down the stairs.

"What? Yeah, yeah I'm fine." Sherlock waved him off.

Elaina grabbed her coat and rushed after Sherlock as her mind formed one coherent thought.

The cabbie

Thank You so much for reading this chapter. But it is now that I call upon my dear readers for assistance. I launched into this fic without a plan. I honestly have no idea where this is going. So I need your input. Should Elaina go with Sherlock to face their doom together or should she stay at 221B?

Please tell me. I can't update until you do. Otherwise I'll make a decision and it will turn out horribly.

Thank you to all of you who reviewed. I appreciate it. One more thing. I feel as though I'm following the script too much. This chapter was almost all dialogue. Can you give me some suggestions for other cases that Elaina and Sherlock can do together (I promise I'll give you credit)?

Thanks all y'all

The-Non-Socialite