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This is from Anna's POV.

"Well Julie, I'll be back." I said opening the door

"Okay. Bye," Julie said without looking up from her phone.

I soon faced the door to 221B, I took a breath and raised my hand to knock, the door swung open and I nearly punched John in the eye.

"Oh! Sorry!" I quickly apologized

"It's alright," he said

I let him through to do what he was going out for.

"How's my case?" I said walking to Sherlock.

"Still not much of a case," he muttered.

"Did you solve it though?"

"Not quite yet." He said still not showing any emotion whatsoever.

"If it's not much of a case than why hasn't it been solved."

"Because it's rather difficult to solve something that doesn't need any solving, even I can't do it." He said eyes still glued to the screen. "You say this is a case but really it's quite simple. A man is threatening you and your friend and there's not much else to it."

"He's been stalking me and then threatened me. I think that's as much of a case as any others." I was getting angry

"Well what do you want to know then?"

"What have you found so far?" I said "I assume nothing yet. Or else you would've said it when I asked."

"What is it you want me to be looking for exactly?"

"I want you to find him."

"He has no current address, no job either."

"I wouldn't expect that."

"What? A job?"

"No one would take him in at a job. " I looked at Sherlock "I'm not stupid."

"Perhaps."

"And if he didn't want to be caught why would he get a home." I said "He could be any homeless person, but he would be faking."

"Yes, that is true. I suppose you want me to interview every homeless man in London?"

"That would take hours. Just watch them. It only takes a minute for you to figure out one's life story."

"Your case bores me."

"I know." I said "But you've already accepted it. You can't go back now."

"I could go back."

"If you do once I get kidnapped it'll get out that you declined the case, and no one will come to you. Except the stupid ones, of course." I said "And If I don't get kidnapped I can always act. You know, I've always been good at that."

Sherlock looked up with interest. "You're threatening me," he stated.

"Yes I am. And by now you know that I won't hesitate to go through with it."

"Oh, yes. I can see that."

"So, will you continue? Or will your *little reputation* be ruined?"

"Well I was going to continue anyway. I promised John."

"You do lie. Any human being has."

"Many have said that I'm hardly human."

"No you're not human at all, but you still lie. Need I remind you that you lied to the whole world about your death?" I paused "Or at least the ones that cared"

It may have been my imagination but I believe Sherlock flinched just a bit at that remark. "We should get back on track." He said.

"Fine. We can to save you being beat by a girl." I said "I wouldn't want you to be embarrassed."

"It seems that Smith was a lone wolf. No connections to other criminals. It will make finding him more difficult."

"Yes it will." I said "I do remember what he looks like if that helps."

Sherlock look at his computer, typed a couple words then turned the screen towards me. It showed a mugshot of Hunter Smith.

"That's definitely him"

"Yes, I know. Would it kill you to say something clever?"

"Really, I said twenty clever things five minutes ago." I grinned "You just didn't like it because they were about you."

"Something clever about the case. You are supposed to be a detective."

"I know. I usually have them solved by now, but this ones good. Last time it took me like ten minutes." I looked at the photo, he makes me terrified most of the time. He stalks me and is probably going to kill me. Or at least try to.

"What was the case?"

"What?" I snapped out of my thoughts

"The case that took you ten minutes to solve. What was it?"

"The usual. Serial killer killed about three people before they called me."

"Hm. And how did you solve it?"

"Well, there was shoe-prints, and I know someone with those grooves in the bottom so I searched the places that sell them and it was pretty easy from there." I explained it like it happened every day. "I told you, the usual."

"Yes, simply. But I suppose you aren't an idiot."

"Almost everybody has said that."

"That they suppose you aren't an idiot?"

"No that I am not an idiot." I said "Keep up."

"What?"

I sighed "Pay more attention. You really are bad with people aren't you."

Sherlock did not have a response for that. Instead he said:

"If you're so clever, tell me about the hardest case that you've solved."

"Oh, that's a hard one..." I thought hard for a minute "A group of kidnapping murders. Left no trace whatsoever, and left notes that were typed out, and he was wearing gloves. There was ten murders and three kidnapped to be murdered."

I explained all the details of the case and how I came to my conclusion. Sherlock sat there listening at the end he said, smiling slightly:

"Perhaps you are clever."

"Well I already said that." I said trying to sound not as happy as I was. But my slight blush gave it away.

Sherlock almost smiled and said "Have I said that you are quite remarkable?"

I blushed even more and stammered:

"I-uh- no I-I don't think you have."

"Oh. Well you are."

My cheeks were now a very deep red "Um, I think I should g-go." I nervously said

"If you must."

"Y-yeah, um, bye Sherlock."

"Goodbye, Anna."

I rushed out the door without a second thought. I did have errands to run like I had told Julie the night before. I went out to do them and by the time I got back I had managed to compose myself enough that Julie and John didn't notice anything.