After his nap, John saw he had a message from Lestrade asking him to come down to his office again. John rushed down without stopping for anyone; he didn't look to see if anyone was staring at him, or try and see if there was a way to get to Lestrade's office without running into Anderson. No, he had one thing in mind, get to Lestrade's office and solve this case as soon as possible! Ok, maybe two, but that didn't matter.

"Any news?" John said entering Lestrade's office.

"See for yourself."

The screen turned on, it was another message from 'The White Flame".

"I know what you are trying to do," the high pitched voice began. "In case I didn't make it clear before, I want Sherlock Holmes to find me. Him and him alone. Either you get Sherlock Holmes on this case or more bodies will be found all over London!"

John let out an annoyed sigh; This guy had to be kidding! John wanted nothing more than to punch this idiot in the face. Why are some people so thick?

"Oh yes, good work Dr. Watson with Miss. Thomas, she was a pretty little thing. I almost felt bad about it. ALMOST. But anyways, I do hope you continue to work with Mr. Holmes, it would be a shame if you missed out all the fun we're going to have! Oh and here's a clue for the next one: I am but one voice, yet I millions hear me."

And with that the message ended.

"So, what do we do?" Lestrade asked John. Sherlock was gone, and "The White Flame' would only come out for him. Why? Why was it so important that Sherlock was on this case? What was the point to all this? And he gave them a clue, why was he so eager to get caught?

And idea snapped in John's mind, it was stupid, it was crazy, and it could never work. But, he only needs to look like him...No, it could never work, it just couldn't!

"John?" Lestrade could see the look on John's face, it brightened then fell. He had an idea, maybe not the best idea, but an idea none the less.

"What if...What if we got someone who looked like Sherlock?"

"What!?"

"I mean, they could follow us onto crime scenes, made it look like he was solving the case...we could, I don't know, tell him to say stuff to suspects and officers...But I mean, who could possibly play Sherlock?"

Lestrade stood speechless, play Sherlock? Could they do that? Was that even a possibility? Was there even anyone on earth could possibly fit the part? It was mad! Completely insane! But it was their only choice.

"We could, I don't know, hire an actor or something?"

"But where do we start?"

On the streets of India a tall dark figure was walking away from a man being taken away by authorities from another country. As the men walked away from the scene a beeping noise came from is pocket. As he reached in he fished out a cell phone that had been recently given to him.

How much have you gotten done? -MH

1 down, 2 to go. -Sh

I suggest you hurry; things are getting rather out of hand in London. -MH

What happened? -SH

I sent the information to your email. -MH

Sherlock Holmes (Who was now going by Caractacus Einson) returned to his motel room and quickly got out his laptop which his brother gave him the day before he left. He opened his email and click on the one from his brother. Inside was file from Mycroft's men saying how Lestrade and Dr. Watson were scene at a theater interviewing actors. But not just any actors, no, actors who looked somewhere like Sherlock. They had gone to about 3 different theaters and interviewed about 8 different people. But Lestrade and John didn't seem pleased with any of them.

What on earth were they trying to do? Get a replacement Sherlock? Sherlock laughed at the thought of it, but it was more of a Stop-acting-like-an-idiot-when-I-know-you're-bette r-than-this kind of laugh.

What is the newest case Lestrade was working on? -SH

I'm looking into it right now, apparently it was top secret. -MH

A top secret case? And John was part of it? That couldn't be good, Sherlock would have to step his search and move faster (not that he wasn't pushing himself already). It had been 3 days since Sherlock last slept and 5 since he ate. He would need to eat soon; he didn't want to crash and risk the entire mission. He decided that as long as he was here he might as well try real Indian food.

He returned 2 hours later with a half full stomach. Sherlock figured he ate more because his mind was too busy thinking about the case in London rather than focusing on how much he ate.

He sat waiting for Mycroft to get back to him on the edge of his bed.

*Beep*

Ever heard of 'The White Flame'? Apparently he wants your attention, he is convinced you faked your death and is now beginning a killing spree and wants you to stop him. -MH

And what am I suppose to do about it? -SH

Hurry home Sherlock. -MH

Sherlock sighed, he wanted too; he so wanted to hurry home. To run back and tell John and get back to solving cases and showing off in front of Lestrade. And he wouldn't even think about much he missed Mrs. Hudson's tea. And the fact that he was making Molly lie wasn't exactly good either. He couldn't express how much he wanted this to be over. He opened his cell phone back opened and went through his contacts and sent a text message.

Keep a watch on John; don't know when I'll be back. Keep him out of harm's way and make sure this 'White Flame' doesn't get him either. Keep me updated as well. -SH

Back in London, Dodgy stood a computer company when her phone went off. It wasn't offend when Mr. Holmes texted her with orders, but when he did she made sure to follow them as if she were a solider taking orders from her captain. When she read the text she smiled, even miles away, Mr. Holmes still kept an eye on London.

Before Sherlock left, he gave the homeless network two rules until he came back.

1. Keep an eye on John Watson, Mrs. Hudson and Greg Lestrade. NOTHING is to happen to them.

2. Only respond to any messages that have to deal with anything that connects to the Holmes when told.

Other than that, life was to go on like any other day. As they went about asking for money, traveling from place to place, they would stop every once in awhile and watching the three. They would take turns following John to work, home, to the store, anywhere he went. Another group of people would take turns watching Lestrade, when he went to work, when he came home, and sometimes everyone in the group would stick around a certain area if they knew he was working on a dangerous case.

Dodgy was had just been waiting outside for a friend to come out with information about Alexander Flames. Dodgy laughed, this 'White Flame' reminded her of a boy and his dog who lived next door when she was a child. The dog was a bull dog and was tied up to his doghouse, he was for the most part a friendly dog, but if you upset him, he could certainly do some damage. The neighbor's boy would come out and hit the dog with a stick then run away. The dog would chase after him, but only to be jerked but when he came to the end of the rope. The boy would stand there, laughing, mocking the dog, as the bull dog would struggle to try and bit and bark at the boy.

"Did you find anything?" Dodgy said as a man she knew as Daniels came out of the building.

"Not here." As all he said they walked together away from the building.

"Nothing, not one of them even looks a little like Sherlock! Even a make-up job couldn't help them!" Lestrade said in frustration.

"We'll find someone." John said hopefully but instead doubt filled it.

"We'd better and soon. We have a killer running around loose threatening to kill."

"Heard anything from Donavon about the Thomas family?" John said trying to change the subject.

"Yeah, you were spot on about everything. Lydia's step father died, her mother was into drugs so her step son went to live with Lydia and her father. The only thing he knew was that his step sister went missing a couple days after he last saw her. Said she wasn't acting strange or anything, nothing unusual."

John nodded; this wasn't going to be easy. He was worried he had hit a dead end; his last hope was that the homeless network had found something, anything.

It was right about than that Donavon walked in, "Sir? There's a young girl here to see Dr. Watson, said it was urgent."

While Lestrade was lost in confusion, John knew exactly who it was.

"John?" Lestrade said seeing a hopeful looking on his face.

"Friend of mine," he said to Lestrade, then he turned back to Donavon, "Tell Dodgy I'll be down in a minute." Sally nodded and left.

"Friend?" Lestrade repeated,

"Well, more or less. She helped Sherlock out a couple of times, thought she could be useful for the case."

Lestrade nodded, "Well, call if you hear anything."

"I'll be sure to." John said and got up and left.

"Dodgy! You got anything for me?"

John said as he approached the young girl, "Sure do! A friend of mine, Daniel, knows someone who works for 'The River'." As she said this she handed John a piece of paper.

"And another buddy of mine said he found out Mr. Alexander Flames has been away doing business in Tokyo. But his wife has been seen here in London. Mrs. Flames works as a promoter, she was recently partnering with promoting wrestling matches."

John nodded, "Do you think it was his wife then?"

"But..." Dodgy continued for John, she saw the look on his face,

"But how did Lydia Thomas get caught up in this?"

John looked down and unfolded the paper Dodgy gave him. It was a piece of advertisement that read:

"Come to the grand opening of Webz, live music, free wifi, and free food!"

"Webz...? Is that that new computer store opening a couple blocks down from Baker Street?"

"Yeah, and look at this!" Dodgy said pointing to the bottom of the paper.

"The cutting of the ribbon will be done by Mr. Alexander Flames, creator of 'The River'."

"So? What does connect Flames to our case?" John said looking up,

"My friend who went down to Mr. Flames's company spoke with his secretary and she said that Flames isn't going to be back till later tonight. But the opening is tomorrow."

John smiled, "Dodgy that's it!"

"What's it? I don't understand?"

"Nothing! I have to get home and check something! But thanks Dodgy! I own you!" John said as he flagged a down a taxi.

Guessing John just got a led in the case. Ever hear of a Mr. Flames? -D

No, and keep an eye on him. Let me or Mycroft know if you think he might be getting into any danger. -SH