Have a free day and I'm in a writing mood so here is yet another update. Enjoy xx Again thank you all for the lovely reviews.

'Will you just calm down' Lestrade was halfway down the street trying to calm down a panicked Sherlock, who had grabbed his shoulders.

'When you have a fight with your wife, what do you do?'

'Errr well I go out, have a pint wait till she's calmed down and come home' Lestrade told him quietly hoping no onlookers were listening over his domestic problems.

Sherlock stormed off again. 'There are about five pubs within walking distance of 221B.'

So began their walking tour. Lestrade watched as Sherlock stormed into the first pub The Red Lion, ignoring the queue at the bar, he described John in almost minute detail and showing her a pic on his phone. The barmaid shook her head and without a second word stormed out. They had more luck with the second pub The Black Swan.

'Yeah I remember him, he was here last night' She told him in a thick London accent she carried on cleaning her glass as if this was a daily occurrence.

'Do you know where he went' Lestrade chipped in.

She shook his head 'Left with some guy' She then described a rather generic sounding man.

Lestrade turned to leave he looked back and saw the cogs of Sherlock's brain turn.

'He came here alone though' She nodded. Sherlock went back to his phone showing her something.

'Did he look like this' She nodded and Sherlock ran off, Lestrade thanked the bar maid and ran off after Sherlock.

'Where are you going? Sherlock' He yelled.

Sherlock looked at him with disgust, he obviously hated having to stop and explain when clearly he was in a hurry. 'John's in danger, I know it, if he was safe he would have rung or Mycroft...'

'Danger?' Lestrade interrupted.

'Yes, John leaves with a stranger while we are conducting a murder investigation! Then disappears. The killer we have been looking for, he has John. He needs help, he needs me'

'Ok ok I believe you' Lestrade had known Sherlock for long enough to know that when Sherlock was sure of something it was better to just go with it.

'So where are we going?' He asked as Sherlock was hailing a taxi.

'I recognised a name when we were looking through the list of people working with Coyle. I thought nothing of it until that bar maid described who she saw John leaving with. George Sparks. I remember now he was the translator who interviewed Lopez, and the bar maid recognised him as the man who left with John. It's him. He has John, John's in danger. Unless we are quick John will be the next victim'

The taxi came and they clambered inside. Sherlock told the driver the address and they sped off.

'This Sparks guy. What makes you so sure he is the killer?'

Sherlock looked at him and smiled. 'His address, it's directly opposite the building where the women were murdered'

Dun dun dun *dramatic music* You know the drill. :P xx