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'I thought we were heading to Scotland Yard?'

Sherlock shrugged as they pulled up outside a building of expensive looking flats. The building was an old converted warehouse. Who ever lived here had money.

'Changed my mind. I know who killed Miss Coyle and Miss Lopez. I need proof or Lestrade will ignore me'. Sherlock paid the taxi driver who smirked at John. Having spent the entire taxi journey snogging as if their lives depended on it, John wasn't surprised. The man had obviously had a good view.

'When I was at Miss Coyle's office one name kept coming up. Peter Adams.'

'The human trafficking guy, I thought there was no evidence...'

'Georgina Coyle thought there was. The ring was smuggling girls into this country from Eastern Europe. They were discovered, the ring was disbanded, many people arrested, except for Adam's. They didn't have enough on him.'

'And what does Coyle have to do with any of this?'

'She was one of the lawyers on the case. She knew he was involved somehow. She became obsessed with convicting him. Her office, went there yesterday, had another look round, his name is everywhere, she played her own detective. Old case files, reports, everything'

'So, you think she found something and was killed so she was kept quiet?'

Sherlock nodded. 'Thought we would pay him a visit, come on.' Sherlock ran up to the door of the building.

'We can't do that! Sherlock you don't just turn up at his doorstop. He could be dangerous'

'Lestrade won't believe me unless I have proof' Sherlock rang the bell.

'Sherlock!'

'Hello' a woman's voice answered.

'Hi, it's Elliot Green we spoke on the phone. I'm here to see Mr Adams. I have an appointment '

There was a pause. Then they were buzzed through. Sherlock strode in and John had to run to keep up.

'I'm sorry, who is Elliot Green? Sherlock what's going on?'

'Just play along'.

He knocked at the door. They were greeted by a small woman who led them through to a smart sitting room.

'He will be with you in a second'

Sherlock smiled. 'Thank you'

Peter Adams was a man in his mid forties, he wore a smart suit, he was also small and round, even John towered over him. John took an immediate dislike to him. He wasn't sure if it was the rumours of his profession or something else. But he made John feel uncomfortable.

'Mr Green' he shook Sherlock's hand profusely. 'Pleasure to meet you; I've heard a lot about you from Sam'

'All good I hope. This is a friend of mine, Carl Smith' He pointed a hand at John.

Adams laughed and took John's hand. He sat behind his desk and gestured to two seats in front of it. It was all so cosy.

'Would you like a drink? Tea...Coffee...something stronger?'

'Tea would be great thanks'

Adam's pressed a button under his desk and the woman appeared 'Three tea's' she nodded and left. John watched as the pair engaged in small talk as if they were old friends. John couldn't believe Sherlock could be so comfortable around a possible murderer. The woman appeared and the tea was given.

'Sam sends his regard, I'm afraid he couldn't make it today which is why it's just us.'

'Right, well let's get down to business then. Sam told me about the Soho business.'

Sherlock smirked. 'That was a close call, luckily we managed to get out of it. Setting up another place, Edinburgh this time, bored of London aren't we Carl'

John nodded.

'I heard the police busted you. Thought that was it. Still can't believe you got away with it.'

'Neither can I. Thank god for Sam's quick thinking and expensive lawyers eh. Closest I've ever come to the inside of a jail cell, but of course, you would know all about that' John almost choked on his tea.

Adam's laughed and tapped his nose with his index finger. 'That was close Green. Too close. Luckily I managed to get out of that one'

'Must have been hard, especially with that lawyer on your case. What was her name again? Cole was it?'

'Coyle. Luckily I don't have to worry about her anymore. Read in the paper yesterday, murdered'

'Murdered'

'Yep. Someone decided to do me a favour and bumped her of' Adam's winked and John felt his skin crawl.

'How very lucky for you' Sherlock reached inside his coat pocket and pulled out a brown envelope. He handed it to Adam's who looked inside.

'We need five by Friday, do you think you could manage that?'

'Of course, when have I ever let you down' He laughed. 'Usual time and place?'

Sherlock nodded. 'Sam gets back on Friday so he will be there. You'll get the other half when he is happy'

'Fair enough. Where is he anyway?'

'Paris with the misses, Valentine's day treat. Did you get up to anything interesting? Elaine looks like the type of woman who would keep a man busy'

'Afraid I was otherwise occupied. Better think of a way to make it up to her'

'Something expensive would do.' We best be of. Sherlock stood up. John followed him.

'Pleasure doing business with you'

John felt the cool London air hit his face. He had never been so grateful to be outside in his whole life. He ran after Sherlock who was already halfway down the street. Sherlock grabbed John's hand a led him into a small ally way. Before he knew what was going on he felt Sherlock push him up against a wall and their lips crash together. His hands were everywhere, not that John was complaining. John pushed his tongue in and felt Sherlock go weak at the knees. Sherlock pulled away and they both stood their panting.

'Ok, do you mind telling me what that was all about?'

'I thought you liked me kissing you.' He raised an eyebrow in surprise.

'No Sherlock, of course I like that. I mean what the hell just happened in the flat, who is Sam? And Elliot Green? Mind filling me in'

'I needed to visit Adam's. Couldn't tell him I was with the police, no he is too clever for that, how else could he evade capture for so long. I needed a story. Sam is a friend of mine, managed to get him of a murder conviction and he owed me a favour. Rang him a few days ago, his was due to meet Adam's with his partner, Elliot Green, Adam's and Green have never met before so I could easily take his place'

Sherlock started to work on John's neck, kissing and nipping at the exposed skin. John groaned.

'But why?'

Sherlock stood upright, framing John's face with his hands.

'Don't you see John, were you not listening when he was speaking to us? He did it, I know he did. I have enough at least to get him in for questioning. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a tape recorder.

'See.' He waved it in John's face. He then kissed John on the lips again before running of towards a taxi. John felt flushed, he straightened out his clothes and followed.