Greg Lestrade shook his head as John told him the news about William. "Now it could be nothing, I mean, Sherlock would do that as well, running out to question someone without telling anyone."

"Yeah but John, this is William we're talking about. He's not Sherlock, he got nervous just questions someone he we knew was innocent. Don't you think he'd say something if he found something?"

"I don't know, maybe he felt he was useless and wanted to do something useful."

Greg sighed; so far they hadn't heard anything about from 'The White Flame' and Alexander Flames was doing a good job at staying under the radar. So far the only information they had on Moron that he was discharged dishonorably. All past information about his life before the military was completely gone and it seemed no one knew anything about what happened to him after he was discharged.

"Look," John said taking a seat in front of Lestrade's desk. "I speak with him next time I see him, I don't know how I'm going to get around to the topic, but I'll make sure not to ask him directly." As John said this he began to rub his thigh subconsciously. Lestrade took one quick glance over and caught him rubbing, but made sure not to say anything to John about it.

"Well, I suppose that's all we can ask of you. I'll tell my men to keep an eye out for him, but not to come up to him directly. You should go home and get some rest. Oh yes, and I'll also look into this 'Darla' person."

"Thank Greg, yeah you're probably right, I am a bit tired."

When John got home he made a cup of tea, ordered a pizza and plopped on the couch and spent the rest of the night watching Bond movies.

It was starting to get late and John was thinking of starting to get ready for bed when he heard the downstairs door open.

Greg always knocks twice before he comes in and has heavy footsteps. Mrs. Hudson is already in bed and she has a bad habit of swing the door when she opens it making it give a loud cricking noise and her foot steps and more light footed. William not home yet, normally opens the door like he owns the place, (unless he didn't want anyone to know he's home) has medium footsteps: matches the ones waking right now. And is heading toward 221C

Conclusion: William is back but either doesn't want anyone to know he's home or doesn't want to walk anyone. He would have seen the light from the Telly, so there's a possibility that he knows I'm awake. Or he might think I fell asleep with the Telly on.

2 Conclusion: There is a 67% chance William doesn't want anyone to know he's home, and a 33% chance he doesn't want to wake anyone.

John shook his head; he seriously needed to stop doing that. Although he was proud of his deducing skills, he knew that Sherlock would have been able to tell the person's height, how much they weighted, male or female, and want kind of mood they were in! John was good, but Sherlock would always be the best. And if anyone said otherwise John would give them a smack, deduce all he could about them and then give them a piece of his mind about how great Sherlock was and pathetic they were.

John got up and made his way to the door, he quietly went down the stairs and caught William just as he was about to enter his flat.

"Umm, hey William, I haven't seen you around lately."

William whirled around startled by John and put his hand to his chest. "Ahhhg! Oh, it's just you John, I thought everyone was asleep already. Uh, yeah, my girlfriend... I've been trying to spend as much time as I can with her, you know how girls are after a fight, they wanna keep 'ya around 24/7!"

No, no I don't actually (which I can thank Sherlock for that!)

"Oh do I! Well, I know it's kinda late, but I was wondering what kind of bars you go to? See, since we haven't heard anything about Flames or Moron in awhile, I was thinking that maybe we could all go down to a pub and take a nice break from all the craziness! Ya know?"

William was silent for a moment, he was either thinking reeeeally hard about an answer to John's question, or was considering tell John something he knew. For William, this was a moment of decision; he could either continue working with John, Lestrade and the rest of the Yard, or working with Moron against them. And of course, like most idiots, he chose the highest bidder.

"Ya know, I don't really drink at pubs. I've tried a few different ones, but never really found any that I particularly liked."

"Oh? Which ones?"

William froze, caught in his lie, he tried to recall a few he passed by, but none came to mind. Then he remembered a few he'd hear someone at the Yard mention.

"Umm...I think one of them was called "Gibb's Place" I've only been there once, it was nice, but that was when I first moved to London and got completely drunk that night. So I guess I can't really give an honest opinion on the place!"

John gave a fake laugh, "Well, night. Maybe Greg knows one, I know him and a few of the officers down at the Yard go out every few weeks for a pint."

"Yeah, well night!" William almost got away with his sneaky little lie, had it not been for the fact that he nearly ran into his flat and slammed and locked the door. Oh, and there was also the fact that it had been John who had mentioned about "Gibb's place" back at the Yard.

John lay awake lying on his bed; this whole William matter was unsettling. First and most obvious reason is because the man is a walking reminder that John's best friend is dead! Second, because there is a slight (more like 85% chance) that William is working for Moron. And if he isn't working for Moron, John is going to feel like a paranoid freak. No, wait, not freak, scratch that!

John still found himself trying to forget anything that reminded him of Sherlock.

Why me? Why did this have to happen? I was starting to move on, and than that 'Flames' had to ruin everything! It's not fair! I wish...I wish...I wished I'd never met- No! no matter what happens, Sherlock will always be one of the best things that had ever happened to me.

Great, John went from Paranoid to desperate sounding in less than three minutes! That had to be some kind of record. John was about to let himself fall into the peaceful darkness of sleep when his phone went off.

What have you learned about William Andrews? -MH

Oh so NOW he wants to get involved! Thanks a lot Mycroft Bloody Holmes!

In a private office somewhere in London, Mycroft Holmes was doing his nightly check of everyone he was suppose to be personally keeping an eye on. Besides those who had been used as targets against Sherlock, Mycroft had other people he was suppose to watch as well. But ever since 'The Fall' he had assigned those to his other workers.

Mycroft watched the screen carefully as John Watson was talking with Greg Lestrade. It seems they have learned of Sebastian Moron's existence, but are not sure of his purpose, who he worked for, and what he is doing now.

Do you remember a certain William Andrews I mentioned to you awhile back? -MH

Yes, my look-a-like. -SH

There's a very high chance he could be working with Moron. -MH

What!? How high of a chance? -SH

Oh, I'd say about, 95% I'll e-mail more of the details. -MH

Good. And keep a closer eye on him and John. -SH

To: Simone Clarkson

From: Peterson Sweets

Files Attached: William Andrews Darla Orstad Moron

William Andrews leaves his flat every night around 11:13; he does not come back until 3:56. He goes past the bank, Tesco, the Library and then to what looks like a small pub. I have no cameras or bugs in that area so I have no information about if he might work a second job there, if he just goes to get drunk, or if he's meet anyone there. I sent one of my men there and from what he says he meets a woman there her name is Darla Orstad. She is 27 years old, single, lives in an apartment building 5 blocks away from the pub, which is known as 'The Queen's Chambers'. She come to Dr. John H. Watson at the clinic about 12 hours ago about a blood transplant, she has type O blood, very rare and she does not have the money to pay for a transplant, at least not on her own. Darla works as bartender/waitress at a club one the side of town; it is called "Starz Gazers," which William Andrews has been seen going into at least twice within this last week.

I am going to upgrade Andrews and John. I will also be sending some of my men undercover to the places I have seen William Andrews going into and get more information on Darla Orstad.

Attached are three files, William Andrews Files, what we know about Darla Orstad, and new information about Sebastian Moron. As usual, this e-mail in untraceable about so no need to delete this once you're done reading this. But because of security reasons (Which I'm sure you are aware of) I ask that you delete this once it is no more of a use to you.

You brother Peterson Sweets

Mycroft rolled his eyes once he sent the e-mail. Sherlock had picked out their new names and it was no mystery what Sherlock was implying when he gave Mycroft the last name of 'Sweets'. He swore he could almost hear his brother snickering all the way across London.

He really was a child.

Mycroft looked down at his desk, on it sat a piece of his Triple Chocolate Mousse Cake which he had ordered from Belgium. It really wasn't fair, was should his brother affect what he eats and how much of it? It was just a piece of cake! It wasn't like he was scoffing down the how entire cake all at once! (Like a certain brother of his did at his 8th Birthday Party in front of a visiting Chinese dignitary).

Mycroft frowned and scooped up a piece of cake on his fork. It didn't matter what his brother said about him! He was keeping an eye on his 'friends' fixing everything so Moron wouldn't find Sherlock, and having to deal with the rest of England's problems. He had the right to eat whatever the hell he wanted without having to worry about what his annoying younger brother was going to say!

How's the cake brother? -SH

A/N

Hey everyone! Sorry about taking so long with this chapter! But my computer had apparently over like 60 virus, and has been down for awhile, plus I've been working on my story "A Trip to Manchester Manor" which I strongly suggest you read, but if you don't like anything dark than feel free to skip it (It's not really that dark, but there will be some stuff in later chapters.) Also, I've been busy reading other people's stories as well! What!? I want my own enjoyment as well!

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