Lestrade and John made themselves comfortable in William's living room. As William got the tea ready, John and Lestrade looked around they surroundings. BY the looks of the room, William's sister was a very tidy person, but her apartment was becoming more of a mess since her brother had moved in. From what Lestrade had learned (Had had a background check on both William and his sister) Cathrine Andrews worked as lawyer, a very successful one too. Her apartment was very modest, the walls were cream color and the couches were a dark brown which complemented the room quite well. Another then the mugs left laying around (which was most likely left by William because they were all left near his laptop, most likely left while looking for a place of his John figured) and a few boxes here and there, it was a welcoming cozy apartment.

"You checked them both out?" John said as he looked around the room.

"Yeah, neither have any criminal records or suspicious pasts."

"So," said William entering the room with three mugs, "My manager said you had a job for me? A rather unusual job?"

"Yes, well you see, as you know I'm a DI, and right now me and my friend Dr. Watson here on a very important case, and we need your help," Lestrade said taking a mug.

"I'll help in any way I can." William said handing a mug to John.

"Well William, have you ever heard of Sherlock Holmes?" John began.

William thought for a moment, it was only then John remember that William that lived in America, so the chances that he did were very slim. "Oh yes, A mate of mine told me about him. I looked him up on the web. He was some kind of detective; I think his friend ran a blog or something, other than that I don't know about the bloke. Didn't he die or something?"

John gave a sad smile, "Yeah, about 3 months ago, I was his friend who ran the blog."

"Oh...I'm sorry, didn't realize."

"Yeah, well anyways, as you know, Sherlock was a consulting detective, and about a month after his death (John refused to use the word suicide) the Scotland Yard began receiving messages from a criminal know as 'The White Flame' is threatening the public unless Sherlock will take on the case."

"But I thought he was dead?"

"Yes well, our 'White Flame' is convinced that it was all a hoax. That's why we need your help, you looked almost like Sherlock Holmes, and all we need you to do is show up at the crime scenes and play the part of Sherlock. I'll be by our side the whole time telling you what to say and who to say it to."

"So, basically you want me to help you fool this 'White Flame'? For how long?"

"We're not quite sure" Lestrade budded in, "We already have an idea on who 'The White Flame' is, we just need evidence."

John could see William wasn't convinced, "Money, of course, is no object."

William perked up a bit, but still didn't look convinced, but more looked a bit surprised. John sighed, "And, we might be able to arrange a place for to be staying. You'll be under watch the whole time so no need to worry about being in any danger."

That seemed to do it, "Alright, I guess I'm in. I need both the money and the room. So you just give me date when you want to start!"

Lestrade gave a small sigh of relief, "That's great! Well John and I have to look into getting the room for you, so we'll be talking with you tomorrow then?"

"Until tomorrow than!" William said as all three stood up. William showed the two to the door and waved as they drove away.

"What's the boy's name?" asked Mrs. Hudson as she sipped her afternoon tea.

John made it a habit after Sherlock's death that every few days, to have a nice cup of tea with Mrs. Hudson. John knew that she and Sherlock were very close, how long they knew each other was a mystery to him, but he knew it must have been sometime.

"William Andrews, but that's not all Mrs. Hudson,"

"Oh?"

"Well, you know how I've been working on that case with Lestrade?"

"Yes?"

"Well, the criminal we're after has convinced himself that Sherlock's death was a fake and wants Sherlock to take the case. He's already killed two people, that we know of, and threatens to kill more if Sherlock doesn't come out."

"Oh dear, what are you doing to do? This must be hard for dear."

"Yes, well that's where Mr. Andrews fits in. You see, he looks almost exactly like Sherlock. Me and Lestrade figure that if we can fool him into thinking Sherlock is on the case, we can get him to come out and we might be able to caught him."

"And you need a room here as part of his cover?"

"That would be idle, it will only be for a while, and I know this is a lot to ask of you, but it's for the safety of others. If we don't do something soon, more dead bodies will be showing up on the streets of London!"

Mrs. Hudson gave a small sigh, "You're lucky I just had that room fixed up."

"Mrs. Hudson you're a saint! Of course you should know that we'll be paying for the room and for any damages that might be caused in there. Mrs. Hudson, you really are too much!"

3 days later William Andrews began unpacking into 221C. He gave a little nod of approval as he looked around and placed a final box in the room. "Yes, it does have some potential." he said to himself as he unpacked.

In 221B, John sat in his chair sipping his tea. The more he thought about the more it wrecked his nerves. There was a man who looked almost exactly like Sherlock moving, would be coming to crime scenes and solving a case with him. This was insane! Get a grip John, this isn't permanent, once this case is solved he'll be gone and you can get right back to your attempt to move on with your life without- no don't think about! Just drink your tea and watch crap telly, just exist, never living.

In a office at the Scotland Yard, Detective Inspector Greg Lestrade sat in his office with his hands together supporting his head. He couldn't image what this was doing to John and Mrs. Hudson, to have to live with someone who was a daily reminder that their friend was dead. Lestrade could see the stress on everyone's face when he told his men about their plan. This wasn't going to be easy on anyone.

In another office in London, there was a man who held a 'small position in the British government'. It seemed everyday was more stressful than the last. With his younger brother flying across the globe taking down a criminal web and trying to keep his brother existence a secret from his best friend who was having a...William Andrews move in? Odd.

"Have a background check on a William Andrews and his family. Report back to me at once!"

His PA got back in records time, not that there was a record but if there was one, she would place first, second and third. "Sir, here is the file on William Andrews, apparently both parents are dead, as if his wife and her mother. Lives with his younger sister." Said the PA known to most by 'Athena' as she placed the file on Mycroft Holmes's desk.

Mycroft sighed, "Place John Watson on level 7 security, this 'William Andrews' on level 4, and his sister on level 3."

"Yes sir." she said as she continued typing on her blackberry.

Oh,

William Andrews? When Mycroft saw his picture a sense of concern overtook him immediately. He looked almost exactly like Sherlock! No, that wasn't right, and he was moving into 221C huh? This was not good. No, if Sebastian Moran saw him he might mistake him for Sherlock and would kill John on site. And if the papers found out about this William Andrews? Oh they would have a field day! Although. Mycroft Holmes had hoped they had learned their lesson after what he did to Miss Kitty Riley. Mycroft smiled at that memory, there was nothing that could make him pity her.

"Get me Greg Lestrade on line 3 and Caractacus Einson on line 1."