I was walking by the patio Sherlock and John stayed at, only to be pulled into the door.

"What the hell-"

"Take your shirt off." Sherlock said as he took his suit jacket off. My brows came together as he pulled me inside and all the way to his room, letting go and going to the dresser.

"As flattered as I am, why am I taking my shirt off?" I asked as I took it off, only to have him throw a shirt over his shoulder at me.

"We're going under cover." He said as he turned around and took off his buttoned up shirt, me raising an eyebrow at him.

"As what?" I wondered, only to be left without thoughts as he turned back around to walk to the closet, shirtless. For someone as skinny as a stick, I really didn't expect him to have that much muscle. In fact, it looked as if there was no fat, just skin and muscle.

"Either you can stand there like a hormonal imbecile or you can help me figure out who killed Mary Colson." He said, turning to look at me with narrowed eyes. I Cleared my throat as I looked away, putting the shirt on quickly. "Good. Now," He put on a normal T-shirt, spinning and looking around. "American… Think American…" He muttered, scrutinizing every aspect of the room. He snapped his fingers and swept out of the room, making me sigh. I followed him into the living room, only to have him throw glasses at me. "Put those on." He said as he put on some jacket that said 'Universal Studios' on it.

"Where did you get that? You don't really seem like the type to buy something from Universal-" He turned to look at me and I sighed, putting the glasses on, only to instantly take them off.

"Sherlock! These are prescription! I can't see a damned thing with them on!" I scolded only to have him sigh.

"Just hold my hand and stay close to me." My brows came together as he said this. "We are going incognito as a married couple. Friends of Mary. Come." With that he put the glasses on me, grabbed my hand and nearly ran outside.

"Why are we going undercover?" I asked, tripping over a step in the sidewalk. He held onto my hand tighter and pulled me along, making sure to not waste time in me tripping. "I though it was your job to solve murders?" I asked, only to have him sigh.

"It is. But they seem to think they don't need my help. So, before anymore bodies show up, I'll solve it before they can even think a proper thought. Which actually seems to take longer then I thought." He said and swept up steps to a room in the cascades part of the resort. "Now try to act sad." he muttered as he knocked on the door. As it opened I looked down, Tightening our laced fingers as I placed my other hand on his arm, unsure of what to do.

"Hello?" A deep voice asked, a bit shaky.

"Oh! Hi there." Sherlock said without an accent and almost shaking. I looked up, above the glasses, to see a tear fall down his eye. Whoa. Talk about extreme acting. "My name is John Watson," I held back a smile. "And this is my wife, Lauren." I took my hand off his arm and shook the large man's hand, unable to see how he looked. All I could see was he was tall, large, and had black hair. Other then that he was a white blur.

"Uhm yes hello there… How can I help you?" He asked. Sherlock sniffed, moving the arm I was holding and holding my waist.

"Yes. You see, we just got wind of what happened to Mary. She was a dear friend of ours." I nodded my head sadly as I did my own sniff, resting my head on his arm.

"I haven't heard of your names before." He said, seeming a bit cautious. Sherlock let out a shaky breath before talking once more.

"Yes, well ever since she got this job we haven't seen her." Sherlock said, probably coming up with that on the spot. The man was a bloody brilliant actor and lair.

"Right… Come on in I guess…"

I sat, arms crossed as I glared at the mirror window thing.

"Something isn't right." Sherlock muttered, pacing the small room.

"Oh, you mean besides the fact that both of us are black listed and now held under contempt?" I muttered, glaring as he continued to pace. He dismissed me by waving his hand, and continued on with his pacing.

"Something he said… Something doesn't fit…" He muttered once more.

"Do you even have a plan?" I asked, and he sighed, turning to glare at me.

"John shall be round shortly to pay our fee and we shall be on our merry way. Now, if you'd please shut your mouth as so I can figure out who killed Mary." He returned to his pacing and I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Touchy, touchy."