sorry this took so long! I hope you enjoy it :)

Chapter Four: The fourth suicide

We walked over to a line of police tape. A dark skinned woman with curly brown hair was standing behind it.

"Hello, freak." She said. I felt my hand curl into a fist. No one messes with Sherlock without going through me.

"I'm here to see Detective Inspector Lestrade" Sherlock replied, ignoring her. He took that rather well.

"Why?" She asked

"I was invited" Sherlock answered

"Why?" she asked again

"I think he wants me to take a look" Sherlock said sarcastically

"Well, you know what I think, don't you?

Sherlock lifted up the tape and ducked underneath it. "Always, Sally. I even know you didn't make it home last night." I sighed. Here we go again

"I don't …" she stuttered. She noticed John, Clara, and I. "Er, who's this?"

"Colleagues of mine, Doctor Watson and Clara Dawes." I cleared my throat. "Oh, and Abby. My sister.

"AJ" I corrected him

"Whatever. Everyone, this is Sergeant Sally Donovan. Old friend."

"colleagues?" she laughed. "How do you get colleagues?!" My hand started shaking. It was all I could do not to sock her in the face.

She turned to John and Clara. "What, did he follow you home?"

"Would it be better if we just waited and ..."

Sherlock lifted the tape up and indicated that we should duck under it.

"No" he said, in response. Seargent Donavan lifted her radio up I her mouth and said "Freak's here. Bringing him in."

We all approached the house. A man with long brown hair and a pair of light blue coveralls glared at us. Maybe I don't want to work here. They're not very nice.

"Ah, Anderson" Said Sherlock. "Here we are again."

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

"Quite clear." Sherlock replied. "And is your wife away for long?"

Seriously? Couldn't he ever back off a bit? Sadly, I knew the answer was no.

"Oh, don't pretend you worked that out. Somebody told you that."

"Your deodorant told me that."

"My deodorant?"

"It's for men."

"Well, of course it's for men! I'm wearing it!"

"So's Sergeant Donovan. Ooh, and I think it just vaporized. May I go in?"

"Now look: whatever you're trying to imply ..."

"I'm not implying anything." He started for the front door of the house. "I'm sure Sally came round for a nice little chat, and just happened to stay over." He paused and turned around to face them. "And I assume she scrubbed your floors, going by the state of her knees"

We all went up the stairs, where a big pile of coveralls were waiting for us. I started to put one on when Sherlock pulled me to the side. "I know what you're doing"

"huh?" I asked, confused.

"don't bother. If you're working with him then I don't want anything to do with you"

"Now wait a minute. Who said I'm working with him?"

He rolled his eyes. "It's obvious. You went into your "database" and looked them up. You're going to give him the information."

I didn't bother denying it. "Sherlock, he really cares about you. he just doesn't want you getting hurt."

"I'm a big boy now" he said sarcastically. "I can take of myself."

I put my hand on his shoulder. "we love you Sherlock. We're just concerned about your safety."

He brushed my hand away and turned to go upstairs. I felt my phone vibrate. "Pick me up some milk while you're at the store -SH"

"Will do" I texted back, smiling. I exited the house and hailed a cab. "Sainsbury's please"

"You got it"

I typed the up information I found into an email and clicked send.

I recieved a reply almost immediately. "You're the best. How much?"

"I'm not doing it for the money. But if you insist, I'd really like a puppy." I was just kidding, but he didn't get it. "What kind?"

"Something cute"

"You got it"

I looked out the window and was surprised to see that I was nowhere near the supermarket.

"What's going on?" I asked the cabbie.

"Just a bit of a detour"

I was instantly suspicious. "What kind of a detour?

He pulled it a gun and pointed it at me. "The kind where you keep quiet."

Oh no.

"Now sweetheart, I suggest you get out."

i quickly looked him up, disguising it as trying to hold back tears. I opened my eyes and glared at him. "What if I don't want to? Jeff." I had noticed something very strange about the gun.

He laughed. "He said you were smart."

"Who?" I asked, confused.

"My employer. Now get out. "You don't have much of a choice."

"Ok" I said, trying to act scared. I got out of the car and started sprinting toward the nearest road. As I suspected, he didn't follow or try and shoot me.

Fake gun I thought. But what was the point? I decided not to dwell on it. I also decided not to hail another cab. No, I wasn't scared. I'd been through worse. Much worse.

A/N: review or I will find you and I will SKIIIIIIIN you. Just kidding, but I'd really appreciate it if you did :)