A/N: Sorry about the delay, I was waiting for a friend to read it. By the way, Boni is pronounced Boen-i, not Boen-y. I think that's all. Oh, couldn't resist the HP reference when I saw what I'd just written.

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Chapter 4

When they got back to the flat the Doctor was lying in exactly the same spot. "Have you actually done anything?" John exclaimed. "Of course," the Doctor replied, affronted. "Robert Lance was Head Curator at The British Museum. They reported him missing 4 days ago, however, he hadn't turned up for work since the 14th, 3 days before that. When I enquired as to why they hadn't reported him missing before that, I found out that apparently, although he's actually usually quite regular with work, he was a bit of a trouble-maker and a ladies man, so they just assumed he'd taken off for the weekend or something of the kind. And the most interesting thing of all, they were under the impression that he was never married, and never would get married, but they said that he had a girlfriend, Alana Federi. Apparently a completely different person to either the divorcée or the girlfriend you just interviewed." "We found out, among other things, that he was apparently married to Felicity Sorrows, the supposed 'girlfriend'." Sherlock said. "So we can safely assume that he was probably married to this Alana Federi too." John added. There was a knocking on the door and Mrs. Hudson escorted Lestrade up. "Sherlock, Lestrade was downstairs." "Ah, thankyou Mrs. Hudson." "Hello Lestrade." said K-9. "Who was that?" asked Mrs. Hudson, frowning and looking around. "Me." replied K-9. "Mrs. Hudson, this is K-9." John said, picking him up. Mrs. Hudson blinked. "Hello K-9. What's going on, Sherlock?" "I met K-9 the other day, up the street. He's assisting us in the case." "Ah. Well, I hope you're happy here, K-9." "I am so far, thankyou." "Well, that's nice, dear." While this was going on, Lestrade had made his way into the flat and was now talking to the Doctor. "Hello. Who are you?" "Hello Lestrade, I'm the Doctor." "Doctor Who?" The Doctor smiled and shook his head. "Just the Doctor." "Well then 'just the Doctor', have you ever made anything... happen? When you were angry, or scared?" "I'm not a wizard, if that's what you mean." Lestrade looked surprised. "Yes, I know my popular culture. Unlike Sherlock, apparently." "Yes, unlike Sherlock. Anyway, can you fill me in on the parts of the case that you've figured out, and that Sherlock has undoubtedly not filled me in on?" The Doctor proceeded to do so.

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Mrs. Hudson had retreated back down to her apartment for a nice, soothing cup of tea after her encounter with K-9. She did try to be civil to all the odd visitors that Sherlock brought into her nice clean flat, even if she wasn't always civil to Sherlock himself- she grimaced. Her nice wall, and him with his bloody gun shooting her wall! Really, sometimes it was too much, even if she was fond of him. At least John was polite. She liked John. Definitely, a metal robot dog was by far the strangest visitor yet. She sighed and went into the kitchen to make that cup of tea. Perhaps she'd put a nip of brandy in it.

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"Well, looks like we've got a polygamist on our hands. We'd better go and visit this Alana Federi, along with Larry Brown, his supposed best friend." Lestrade said. "Indeed. How about we split up? Me and John and K-9 can go see Larry Brown, and you visit Alana Federi with the Doctor." Sherlock suggested. "Is that alright with everybody?" Lestrade asked. There was a chorus of "Yes." and "Fine by me." "Alright then, let's go."

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Sherlock, John and K-9 found themselves in a taxi again. John noted that they seemed to have an affinity to taxis. Sherlock replied that it was impractical to drive a car in modern-day London. K-9 agreed with Sherlock. Before they knew it, they'd found themselves outside a posh house that was really more like a manor and apparently belonged to Larry Brown. John knocked on the door, and a middle-aged man with balding brown hair opened the door. "Yes?" he asked tiredly. "Are you here to see Mr. Brown?" Before John could reply, a man about the same age as the victim came to the door and slapped the other man on the back and grinned broadly. "Hello," he said cheerfully. "I'm Larry Brown. This is my PA, Peter Boni. I call him Boney." Mr. Boni smiled weakly. "Did you want to see me?" "Yes, Mr. Brown. May we come in?" "Larry, please. Come in, come in.". He strode off down the hallway, leaving John, Mr. Boni and K-9 to lag behind while Sherlock took off at top speed after him. Mr. Boni suddenly jerked his head up. "What on earth is that?" "You looked down." John said, surprised. "Well, of course I looked down." "Most people don't, that's all. Mr. Boni, this is K- 9." "Right. Hello, K-9." "Hello, Mr. Boni." "Oh, call me Boney, everyone does." he said bitterly. "Mr. Lance was the only one who didn't." On that note, John walked into the room and Mr. Boni continued down the passage. Sherlock had evidently told Larry about Robert Lance's death already, since he'd lost his wide grin and looked rather shell-shocked. Sherlock looked up. "Would you like to continue, John?" John sighed. "Sherlock, could you try to dumb down your bluntness when you're telling somebody their best friend died?" "I thought I did rather well." "Considering the fact that Mr. Brown here is almost crying, I'd say not." "Hmmph." "Mr. Brown, I apologise for my friend. Sometimes he doesn't seem to care about what comes out of his mouth. What has he told you?" "Just that... Robert is dead." "We believe he's been murdered. We were wondering what you could tell us about him." John said gently. "Robert... Robert was a wonderful man, everyone loved him. He was a bit of a troublemaker, sure, but aren't we all?" he laughed. "And he'd settled down a bit now, he'd gotten married and all! I never would have thought Robert would have got married. He chose well though. Sara, her name is. Sara Lefoski. She's beautiful. You'd see her on his arm at all the fancy do's, you know? Not the business ones, though, she refused to go to the business ones. I always thought that was odd." "Can you tell us Sara Lefoski's address?" "She lived with Robert, at 342 Circus Rd." "Ok, thanks. Do you know if he had any enemies?" "Like I said, everybody loved him-" "How long has Mr. Boni been with you?" Sherlock interrupted. Larry looked startled. "Almost six years. He's been with me since I started my own company." "Hmm." "As I was saying, he didn't have any enemies that I knew of. Everybody loved him." "Thankyou, Mr. Brown. May we have your number in case we need to contact you again?" "Ah, of course. Boney!" he shouted. "Yes, Mr. Brown?" Mr. Boni asked, coming in. "Get me my business cards and a pen." "Of course, Mr. Brown." There were a few moments of awkward silence as Mr. Boni fetched them. After he came back in with them, Mr. Brown scribbled down something and gave it to them. "Here you are. The card has my work number on it, and I've just written my home number down." he said, handing it to them. "Thankyou, Mr. Brown." John said as Mr. Boni escorted them to the door. "Goodbye, Mr. Boni." "Goodbye, Dr. Watson."

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Meanwhile, Lestrade and the Doctor had gone to visit Alana. Lestrade knocked at the door of an average-sized house in an average street. A beautiful woman with long brown hair and grey eyes opened the door. "Hello?" she said in a slight accent. "Do I know you?" "No, we're with the police." Lestrade said. "I'm Detective Inspector Lestrade, and this is the Doctor." "Doctor Who?" "Just the Doctor, ma'am." the Doctor replied. "Come in. Why are you here?" "We're investigating the murder of Robert Lance." "Rob?" she gasped, wide-eyed. "What happened to him?" "That's what we're trying to affirm." Lestrade answered. "Do you know where your husband was?" "He was on a business trip. Rob?! But..." "How long had you been married, Ms. Federi?" "We got married two years ago. It was a small ceremony, just close friends and family.". So far the Doctor had been silent, just watching and listening. But at this he jumped in, asking, "Had he been married before?" "Yes," she replied. "But he'd got divorced a year before. It was something he'd foolhardily rushed into, because he was so young. He wasn't sure about getting married again, but I managed to convince him.". She smiled fondly. "And we're very happy together... were very happy together." "Do you know if he had any enemies?" Lestrade asked. "Ummm... well, he used to be a bit of a gambler. I suppose it might be someone from his old life." "I take it he'd reformed?" "Yes, he was going straight now." "Well, thankyou very much, Ms. Federi. We'll leave you alone now." "Thankyou." she said as she took them to the door. Just as they went out, she called out. "Detective Inspector?". He turned around. "Just... find the man who killed him, won't you?" "Of course." "Thankyou."