A few days later a got the call I was waiting for. I picked up the phone

'Where' I asked

'Brixton, Lauriston Gardens, he is going to be there as well. They left a note this time' Lestrade said before hanging up. I quickly put on my jacket and walked out of the apartment I was staying at.

'Taxi' I called out and got in.

'Brixton, Lauriston Gardens' I said and off went the taxi.

After a while the taxi pulled up. I paid him and walked over to the scene. There he was. Sally Donavan talking to Sherlock Holmes, my old friend and some guy I have never seen before.

'How do you get a colleague? You don't even have a friend, well not anymore, not since she left you' Donavan sneered

'Hello Donavan' I said as I walked over to the trio. Donavan was in shock much like Sherlock who was staring at me with wide eyes. Then the new comer just looked at all three of us confused.

'You were saying Donavan' Sherlock muttered.

'Tage, nice to see you again' Sherlock said to me as he gave me a quick hug and kiss on the cheek. I hugged him back and nodded.

'Freak's here, times two, bringing them in' Donavan said into the radio

'Tage, this is Dr John Watson, my colleague and new roommate' Sherlock introduced and nodded my hello.

Sherlock not so subtly was inspecting the area as I did it subtly and John watching in confusion. I rolled my eyes as I saw Anderson walk out.

'Hello Tage, long time no see' He smirked as he looked me up and down

'Ah, Anderson, here we are again' Sherlock stated, no emotion in his face or voice but as I have known Sherlock for a very long time I knew he was pissed off.

'It's a crime scene, I don't want it contaminated. Are we clear on that?" He said rudely

'Quite clear' Sherlock stated. Anderson looked over at me again and looked me up and down not so subtly. I rolled my eyes in disgust.

'And is your wife away for long?" Sherlock asked and I smirked, already knowing what he was going on about.

'Oh, don't pretend you worked that out. Somebody told you that' Anderson said pissed off

'Your deodorant told me that' Sherlock retorted

'My deodorant?" Anderson asked

'It's for men." Sherlock stated

'Well, of course it's for men – I'm wearing it' Anderson stated

'You hardly count as a man' I muttered

'I could show you how much of a man I really am Tage' He stated stepping closer to me. Sherlock stepped in-between us protectively though he knows I hardly need protection.

'Sergeant Donovan is wearing it as well' Sherlock stated his eyes betraying his anger.

'Ooh . . . I think it just vaporised. May I go in?" Sherlock asked as Anderson looked at Donovan

'Whatever you're trying to imply . . .' Anderson started to say

'I'm not implying anything. I'm sure Sally came round for a nice little chat and just happened to stay over and I assume she scrubbed your floors, going by the state of her knees. ' Sherlock said as he placed a hand on my lower back and we walked around Anderson into the building. I laughed silently and Sherlock looked down at me and smiled.

We walked through the building until we found Lestrade.

'You'll need to wear one of these' Sherlock stated to John as Lestrade was putting on a suit.

'Who's this?" Lestrade asked after nodding hello to me.

'He's with me' Sherlock stated

'But who is he?" Lestrade asked again

'I said he's with me' Sherlock said more firmly and I rolled my eyes.

'Aren't you going to put one on?' John asked Sherlock who simply smiled at him.

'So where are we?" Sherlock asked

'Upstairs' Lestrade answered, we walked up a fair few steps and all the while Sherlock was glancing at me. I knew he wanted to know why I was back, as well as why I left but was too stubborn to ask in front of people.

'I can give you two minutes' Lestrade said

'May need longer' Sherlock said back

'Her name is Jennifer Wilson, according to her credit cards. We're running them now for contact details, hasn't been here long, some kids found her' Lestrade informed us as we walked the stairs.

We walked into the room and in the centre of the flood laid a woman in a bright pink dress. I walked over to her and started quietly looking at her.

'Shut up' Sherlock said suddenly

'I didn't say anything' Lestrade replied

'You were thinking. It's annoying' Sherlock retorted.

'Sherlock' I said quietly both as a warning for being rude and for him to come over to me. He knelt down beside me and I pointed to the message in the floor.

Rache

'Rachel' I muttered and he nodded at me while smiling. I pointed to her ring and coat as well before standing up and letting him work.

'Got anything?' Lestrade asked me and I nodded but waited for Sherlock to talk

'Not much' Sherlock replied

'She's German. Rache, it's German for revenge, she could be trying to tell us . . . 'Anderson started to say but I walked over and shut the door in his face.

'Yes, thank you for your input' I muttered earning a smile from Lestrade, John and Sherlock.

'So she's German?" John asked

'No, she is from out of town though, Intended to stay in London for one night' I said my voice quiet.

'Before returning home to Cardiff – so far, so obvious.' Sherlock finished for me.

'Sorry, obvious?" John asked confused and I smiled at him

'What about the message, though?" Lestrade asked

'Dr. Watson, what do you think?" Sherlock asked

'Of the message?" John asked confused

'Of the body, you're a medical man' Sherlock said

'We have a whole team outside' Lestrade said

'They won't work with me.' Sherlock said stubbornly and I smiled.

'I wonder why' I muttered earning a confused glare from Sherlock.

'I'm breaking every rule letting you and Tage in here' Lestrade said

'Yes, because you need us' Sherlock boosted

'Yes, I do, god help me' Lestrade said in defeat

'Dr. Watson!" Sherlock said again

'Hm?" John looked over at Lestrade

'Oh, do as he says. Help yourself' Lestrade said walking to the door.

'Anderson, keep everyone out for a couple of minutes' Lestrade shouted out the door.

'Well?' Sherlock asked

'What am I doing here?" John asked as they knelt by the body and I leant up against the wall.

'Helping me make a point' Sherlock whispered

'I'm supposed to help you pay the rent' John said

'This is more fun' Sherlock said as I rolled my eyes at his choice of words

'Fun? There's a woman lying dead' John said in disbelief

'Perfectly sound analysis, but I was hoping you'd go deeper' Sherlock said seriously

'Sherlock, he meant that this shouldn't be fun' I explained and Sherlock nodded

'Oh' He muttered

John started to inspect the body as Lestrade walked back into the room. I quietly walked up next to him.

'You didn't tell Sherlock I was coming' I stated, Lestrade jumped a bit in surprised and I smirked.

'Yeah . . . asphyxiation probably. Passed out, chocked on her own vomit. Can't smell any alcohol on her. It could have been a seizure. Possibly drugs.' John said

'You know it was, you've read the papers' Sherlock snapped

'Well, she's one of the suicides. The forth?" John asked

'Sherlock, two minutes, I said. I need anything you've got.' Lestrade said

'Victim is in her late 30s. Professional person, going by her clothes, I'm guessing the media, going by the frankly alarming shade of pink, travelled from Cardiff today, intending to stay in London for one night from the size of her suitcase' Sherlock started to ramble.

'Suitcase?" Lestrade asked

'Yes, suitcase, she's been married at least ten years, but not happily. She's had a string of lovers but none of them knew she was married' Sherlock continued

'Oh, for god's sake, if you're just making this up . . . ' Lestrade said in disbelief.

'Her wedding ring, ten years old at least, the rest of her jewellery has been regularly cleaned but not her wedding ring, state of her marriage right there. The inside is shinier than the outside, so it's regularly removed. The only polishing it gets is when she works it off her finger. It's not for work, look at her nails. She doesn't work with her hands, so what or who does she remove her rings for? Not one lover, she'd never sustain the fiction of being single for that long, so more likely a string of them. Simple.' I stepped forward and explained

'That's brilliant' John commented staring at me both in surprised that I talked that much and in what I had said.

'Sorry' John said again as Sherlock looked at him

'Cardiff?" Lestrade asked

'It's obvious, isn't it?" Sherlock asked

'It's not obvious to me.' John said and Sherlock looked over at me in disbelief I just smiled and winked at him.

'Dear God, what is it like in your funny little brains? It must be boring' Sherlock commented

'Sherlock' I warned and he sighed

'Her coat- it's slightly damp, she's been in heavy rain in the last few hours – no rain anywhere in London in that time. Under her coat collar is damp too. She's turned it up against the wind. She's got an umbrella in her pocket, but it's dry and unused. Not just wind, strong wind – too strong to use her umbrella. We know from her suitcase that she was intending to stay overnight but she can't have travelled more than two or three hours because he coat still hasn't dried. So, where has there been heavy rain and strong wind within the radius of that travel time? Cardiff.' Sherlock said finishing his rant.

'That's fantastic' John said again

'Do you know you do that out loud?" Sherlock asked

'Sorry I'll shut up' John said embarrassed

'No, it's . . . fine' Sherlock said confused

'Still not use to people besides me and Lestrade thinking your talent is fantastic' I asked and Sherlock looked down.

'Why do you keep saying suitcase?" Lestrade asked

'Yes, where is it? She must have had a phone or an organiser. Find out who Rachel is.' Sherlock muttered looking around the empty room.

'She was writing Rachel?' Lestrade asked

'No, she was writing a angry German note, Of course she was writing Rachel, no other word it can be.' Sherlock snapped.

'Sherlock!' I snapped at him and he looked at me and sighed.

'But why did she wait until she was dying to write it?' Sherlock asked

'How do you know she had a suitcase?" Lestrade asked and Sherlock sighed impatiently

'Why do you ask him questions?" I asked Lestrade

'Can you explain it then?" Lestrade asked me.

'Tiny splash marks on her right heel and calf not present on the left. She was dragging a wheeled suitcase behind her with her right hand. Don't get that splash in any other way. Smallish case, going by the spread. Case that size, woman this clothes-conscious – could only be an overnight bag so we know she was staying one night' I explained and John looked at me in amazement once again.

'You're like him' John said and I laughed

'No, I have just been around him way to long' I comment and Sherlock looked up at me and smiled

'Where is it? What have you done with the suitcase?" Sherlock asked

'There wasn't a case' Lestrade said

'Say that again' Sherlock said

'There wasn't a case, there was never any suitcase' Lestrade said

'Suitcase! Did anyone find a suitcase? Was there a suitcase in this house?" Sherlock took off down the stairs shouting

'Oh great' I muttered

'What?" John asked

'If there is no suitcase here than it means we have a serial killer' I explained

'Why? Because this lady had a suitcase there is no doubt about that and it is not here which means that someone else was here with her' I explained. Sherlock was still shouting down stairs about some mistake the killer made and took off. I sighed and walked down stairs to find him gone. I ignored Anderson's stares and walked off into the darkness.