"You did what?!" Dust flew up in a cloud of anger as she stomped a high heeled foot. The ancient floorboards groaned against the stress, while the dilapidated building seemed to sway in the wind.

"You told us not to kill him – job's done as far as I'm concerned."

"You caught him in the face. With a knife. What part of 'duff him up a little' did you not understand?! Aw, and now you're leaving evidence all over the place!"

The brute stepped back to look at the blood splotches he was dripping. "So pay me and let me get on out of here."

Pursing her ruby red lips, she jammed a wad of bills into the man's hand. "Half of that to your buddy." Once she was sure the hired help was out, she lit a cigarette and pulled out her Blackberry. "Hey BC – Job's done.

At least I have a lead, Andrew thought as he checked his appearance in the rear view mirror of his car. He scowled at the mangled sight. The bruising and swelling would subside, but that gash would leave an unprofessional scar – not exactly the sight to comfort law abiding citizens. He crawled out gingerly, favoring a broken rib – hurt like a bugger for being a minor fracture – and straightened his clothes for the millionth time. Luckily, he and Watson were roughly the same size, but Holmes never felt comfortable in another man's clothes. At least Watson was a snappy dresser. And at least the collar wasn't soaked with blood.

Sabina buzzed him in and ten minutes later, he was outside the door. "Andrew," he heard from behind the door. "What the hell took you so," and at the sight of him, "…never mind. What happened to your pretty mug?"

"Not a big fan of the new look?"

"Lovely. So I went to the bars last night and I got some information you might just appreciate."

"I'll take it, but please don't go out on your own again."

"Haven't we been over this," Sabina whined immaturely.

"I only agreed to letting you come with me."

"What is your problem?"

"You want to know my problem? Alright kid, it's story time…"

A/N: Sorry guys, had to do it like this. My installments have to be painfully short, so I thought I'd cut it off in the most inconvenient place I could. Just kidding – the real reason is because I don't have an attention span past 500 words (I'm a poet and a bit unaccustomed to fiction these days). In any case, I got a lovely reminder to get my arse in gear (thank you much!), so I, uh, did. Yeah. You know the drill – review button is at the bottom :3 3