Hey everyone! Did you miss me? Life decided to say no writing for me during school, but I found a rare time to post a short chapter. Sorry it's shorter, but I shall try to keep updates rolling, even if they're infrequent. Hope you enjoy, and don't forget to R&R my lovelies!

Sherlock sat, pressed his hands together, and touched them to his nose. "Your friend?"

"Elizabeth. We were... close. Then one night we departed from the restaurant we were eating at... and..." Aran's face fell. "She never got home."

"Tragic." Sherlock arose from his seat. "...I suppose I could help you."

Aran gave Sherlock a look of love and gratefulness. "Thank you."

"It's what I do, Aragorn." The brothers stood and didn't move for a while, feeling out the tension in the room.

"Well, we can head down to New Scotland Yard now, if you want," Aran said, trying to break the palpable awkward silence that filled the room.

"Fine. Good."

The two brothers headed for the door, but Aragorn suddenly stopped. "Are we going to bring your little friend?"

"No. He'll be fine here."

"What happened to the other one anyways?"

"He... didn't work out."

"Anything specific happen?"

"Shut up."

"I was only wondering…"

"You know the saying. Curiosity killed the cat."

"You've told me before." Aragorn was quiet from then on, which, in hindsight, was really only about five minutes. "So, Sherlock..."

"What, Aran?"

"How's things going with the new tailor? You two seem pretty friendly."

"Things are fine. He recently passed the first test, actually."

"That quickly? I'm impressed. Although, I wonder what Mycroft will think of him?"

"Mycroft's opinions don't matter," Sherlock scoffed.

"Did they ever matter to you?"

Sherlock paused a moment in consideration. "No, they haven't. Mycroft may be the British government, but he's still our idiotic elder brother."

Aran chuckled and walked with Sherlock out of the flat.

Once the Holmeses arrived at the Yard, Sherlock paraded inside. "Lestrade! Why did you keep a serial murder case from me?"

Lestrade strolled out of the nearby breakroom, coffee in hand. "Bloody hell you talking about, Sherlock? The only case similar to something like that is the case already wrapped up, but they were serial suicides."

"Honestly, you people are truly idiots," Sherlock scoffed. "It was clearly serial murder."

"You didn't even know the case existed yesterday, how did you find out?"

Sherlock stepped aside, revealing Aragorn who was standing behind him. "My younger brother told me, Gavin."

"Oh, him. And it's Greg, Sherlock."

"Gavin, Greg, unimportant. What matters is the case you've supposedly wrapped up. Who's been killed, where, and bios on each of them. Now."

Lestrade rolled his eyes as dramatically as he could manage, annoyed his only break all day was interrupted by the consulting detective. "Fine," the DI sighed, "I'll get someone to bring you the files as soon as they can."

"I said now, Lestrade."

"Too bad, Sherlock. You're just going to have to wait like any regular person would."

Sherlock waved his hand dismissively at Lestrade as he perched in a chair. "If I must, I suppose I'll waste time waiting."

"Thank you."

Sherlock just waved again, pulling out his phone as he settled in to wait.