The person they were to question was James Tomarus, who was sitting in a interrogation room. James in his late 30's, had light brown hair and fine pale skin. He worked as an announcer for different sports. He had done a number of American Football games, soccer games, boxing matches, wrestling matches, and a few basketball tournaments. He would traveling quite a lot and was normally home only a few days of the week if any.

On the other side of the interrogation room was John, William, Lestrade, Donavon and another officer.

"Right so William, put this ear piece in and I'll tell you what to say." John said handing William the piece. "Remember, your name is Sherlock Holmes, your a consulting detective, I'm your flatmate and blogger. You are not to show any kind of emotions, pity, nervousness, anxiousness, nothing. Don't be afraid to stare him down."

William gave a quick "right, ok" along with a nod and placed the ear piece in his ear.

"James Tomarus." William said entering the interrogation room. In the room there was only a table with two chairs, one in which James was sitting in, and the other empty.

William walked over to the other side of the table and took the empty sit.

"Tell me Mr. Tomarus, what did you speak to your son about on the night me died?" John said into the ear piece.

"Tell me Mr. Tomarus, what did you speak to your son about on the night me died?" William repeated.

James sighed, "I was worried, Samuel had never been out of the country before. As you know, I travel a lot, so I didn't find out about his trip until the day before. I was fine at first, until I found out it was with him and his friends. Samuel was a smart kid...but...he was still a kid."

"He's lying." John said,

"You're lying." William said in a deep voice. Earlier Lestrade had let william listen to a recording of Sherlock, and William was trying his hard to do an impress of him.

"His quite good, reminds me a bit too much of the frea- of Sherlock." Donavon comment, she caught herself as she remembered Anderson's broken jaw.

Lestrade and John made no comment.

James claps his hands together and brought them to his forehead. Just by looking at him you could tell he was under a lot of stress.

"James, your son is dead, many other people will dead also, many other son's will die as well if you don't tell us what happened." John said, he tried to remain as clam and cool as possible. John sympathized for James. He had just lost his son, most likely something or someone else had threatened him, and now he was being interrogated.

William repeated John word-for-word, and it seemed James was being to crack.

"There was a man."

Everyone perked up and listened carefully.

"I knew about Sam's trip long before he went. I received a phone call, I don't know it was from, it was high pitched, but the voice said that if I didn't say a certain message over that next week's wrestling match, than he would kill my son..."

James Tomarus was now in tears, "I tried call my son, but my wife said that he had left the day before."..."I began to panic, so I tried calling my son, I didn't tell him what had happened, I just told him he needed to come home. I told him I was going to have someone come and get him. But the next day, my PA came back and said he wasn't at the hotel and none of his friends knew where he was. Three days later, I received a phone call from an officer telling what had happened to my son."

James was all but sobbing, he was trying his hardest to stop the tears, but nothing seemed to work.

"There's more," said John.

"There's more," said William.

"four days ago, I got another phone call saying that if I didn't say the message during the wrestling match, which is three days from now, that the same thing would happen to my wife and daughter." The dams broke and James was sobbing now. He was useless, helpless, and pathetic, that least in his mind.

He was suppose to keep his family safe, to protect his son. And even when he knew what kind of danger they were in, he could do anything. Images of his wife and daughter dead flashed through his head. Things were just getting better, ever since James took the job his wife and his marriage had been falling apart. He had recently decided to take more time off and was working with his wife and things were starting to get better. This was wrong, it wasn't suppose to happen.

"Alright William, we're done now."

William gave a small nod and walked out of the room. Once out, he ripped the ear piece out and let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. As he walked into the room where the others were, he found them wrapping everything up.

"We have 2 hours until we question Mr. Howard, I suggest you get something to eat." John said handing William some money.

**2 hours later**

With ear piece back in, sitting back in the chair he sat in not too long ago, William began to talk with Mr. Howard's about his wife's kidnapping.

"Tell me all you know," John said with all steadiness into the ear piece.

"Tell me all you know," William repeated in the interrogation room.

"After a match, me and brother Moses usually go out and have a pint to celebrate. But since I've been away with the training and all, I decided to go see Sam, my wife. But when I got home the place was trashed. I immediately called the police."

"Ask him what happened to the dog." John spoke quietly.

"I understand you have a very large dog, what happened to it? It wasn't at the house when we searched-"

"And there were marks on the ground indicating that the dog attacked the kidnapper." John added,

William repeated everything John said, he felt nervous. Like somehow Mr. Howard was going to see through him and know he wasn't Mr. Holmes. If someone did see through him, everything DI Lestrade and Dr. Watson had done these past months would be in vain.

"Monky, the dog'd name was Monky. When I got home, I found him beaten up and wounded so I brought him to vet. He's staying there for a couple of days until he is fully recovered."

"He's lying." John said almost intently.

"Your're lying." William repeated. William tried so hard to keep a straight face. How could Dr. Watson know that?

Mr. Howard went pale. "I'm telling the truth!Look, I- I don't know anything! All I know is that my wife is gone, my brother won't go back to the house cause now he's paranoid, his stupid dog is recovering! I don't know anything else!" Mr. Howard took a deep breath to clam himself, it was obvious he knew something, perhaps someone was black mailing him? Thought John, that's when John had an idea.

"Ask Mr. Howard to see his phone."

"May I see your phone Mr. Howard?"

Mr. Howard turned white as a sheet, "Wh- What for?"

William put his hand out towards Mr. Howard, "May I?"

Mr. Howard's face face in defeat and handed over his phone. "Fine, you win. Someone has been black mailing me."

"Look through his text messages" John said.

William did just that and found an text from 'The White Flame"

If you care for wife's safety than lose the next match. -'The White Flame'

John Watson sat thinking in his chair at 221B. 2 murders and 1 kidnapping, they all have to do with either wrestling or sports. If 'The White Flame' was anything like Moriarty, (Which John was desperately hoping he wasn't)then this was only to show off. John had figured that because 'The White Flame' wanted Mr. Howard to loose, then he must have a large amount of money placed on the other guy.

But one thing still confused John, Mr. Howard said that he hadn't meant to win. He told them that he was going to threw one last punch at the other guy (Who went by 'The Destroyer' but since John had already given that name to Sherlock he only called him by his real name, Markus Quincy), slip then pretend to be knocked out. But as he went to throw his punch Markus threw himself in the way and went limp. His doctor said that he would be fine, but would have a small concussion.

It was right about then that the door bell rang. Three rings, which meant it was someone he knew, they were anxious. As John got up to answer the door, it rang three more times.

Ok, now they're just being annoying. Someone I know, anxious, being annoying on perhaps so I will get up. Either it's Sher...no, that means it's a kid.

"Dodgy? What are you doing here?"

"Hi'ya Doc! Guess what? Mr. Alexander Flames is said to be going to the next Wrestling match!"

John's eyes widen with curiosity, "How'd you know that?"

Dodgy smirked, "Doc, I'm part of the homeless network, we can do almost anything."

"Really?" John said rising an eyebrow.

"No, I paid off Mr. Flames secretary, who hates him, and gave me the time, dates, and names of all Mr. Flames appointments."

"Do you think you could go give me and the dates and names of all Mr. Flames appointments?" John said as a huge smile spread across both his and Dodgy's face, "I think I can."

Once Dodgy left, John went back inside to grab his coat and call Lestrade. Just as was walking up the stairs he bumped into William who was on his way out.

"Ah William! I was just about to leave, got a led on 'The White Flame' case. Do you wanna come with?"

John's heart began to speed up, John still wasn't settle about the idea of a consent reminder of Sherlock living at 221. And the fact that he had come with him to the crime scene was still getting to him. He just wanted this to end,he wanted him to leave and never come back, to never see him again.

"Nuh, sorry, I'm gonna go meet my girlfriend. I promised to see her after I was settled."

"Oh ok then."

Back in his flat, John sat in his chair and wanted nothing more than to see Sherlock sitting in the one right across from him. Oh what he wouldn't give to hear Sherlock playing his violin again. Or to watch him in the kitchen performing an experiment. Anger began to arise inside of him, which he directed towards Alexander Flames, if it was the last thing he did, he would bring him down and in jail.