March 2001

When Sherlock escaped from the hospital he had stayed away for almost a week. Lestrade hadn't seen him. Mycroft hadn't either. But he wasn't worried.

Sherlock had sent him a text every day. Telling him that he was alive. And bored. Later Lestrade figured out that he probably sent them only because he didn't want Lestrade to start looking for him.

But one Saturday afternoon when Lestrade got back to his office, Sherlock was sitting there in his chair. Reading case files. He looked up as Lestrade walked in, throwing the file he had been reading on the table.

Lestrade wasn't that surprised to find him there. He usually just showed up, and Lestrade was used to it.

"So... You decided to come back then?" He said and sat down in the other chair."Where have you been Sherlock? You can't just... escape from the hospital like that. I got worrie-"

"I could. I just did." Sherlock answered, picking up an other file, starting to read it."You should be happy that I came by. I don't understand how you idiots have managed without me."

"There is no need for insults. I already know that you are far more clever than me..." Lestrade replied ironically." You know that is not what I meant. That you could, don't mean that you should. How are you anyway? Have you even seen a doctor? You have to let them look at the wound."

"I'm fine! It has healed properly, I took care of it on my own. Like I always do. As I always will. You know I don't like hospitals..."

"Yeah... and I also know you're pretty much an idiot. At least let me look at it. Or I'll call Mycroft. He would get you to do it."

"You wouldn't..."

"Are you ready to risk it? I would do it... in fact I will... if you don't let me look."

"Okay! Look at it... if you really have to. Then let me look at some new case files. I'm bored and this ones..." He pointed at the case files at the table."I've already solved them."

June 2001

He and Sherlock was sitting at the table in the kitchen. They were drinking tea as usual, and reading case files. Sherlock solved the ones they had failed to. And he helped with the new ones.

"I need to see this crime scene." Sherlock said.

"Mmm..." Lestrade answered."I'm sure you want. But you can't. Case files. No crime scenes. That's our deal."

Sherlock signed and tossed the case file on the table.

"I'm not sure you heard me Lestrade. I need to see it. If it is with you, or by my self...It doesn't matter. I will go and see it. If I am right, and I am, they will have left a clue. You missed it. I were at the previous crime scenes, the earlier. I found the clue there. That was how I could figure out where they would go next. It is obvious isn't it?"

"No... not really..." Lestrade said confused.

Sherlock completely ignored him, but that wasn't something new. He continued to talk, explaining something. Lestrade didn't really listen. He knew that Sherlock would explain it again, later. It was only a matter of time.

"...there was no sexual motives at all and-..." Sherlock suddenly stopped, and looked at him."...you aren't listening are you..?"

Lestrade smiled at him and picked up the case file from the table. He started to read trough it. Looking closer at the pictures.

"No... I wasn't..." He said, picking up one of the photos."But I believe you..."

As he looked up from the picture, he saw that Sherlock had stood up and was starting to leave.

"...Hey! Where are you going?" He shouted after him.

Sherlock turned around in the doorway.

"The crime scene, the murderers probably will go back there... and as you didn't want to go, I am going there alone." He said and with a flick of his coat, which he still wore even as it was warm outside, he ran out the front door.

"Crap! Sherlock wait!"

He got up from the chair and followed Sherlock out on the street. He swore when he got outside at the street and Sherlock was nowhere to be seen. That boy was really good at hiding when he wanted to. He stood there, searching for Sherlock among the people that were walking down the street. But nowhere he saw the curly mop of dark brown hair, or the long coat. He cursed again and picked up his phone. He was just about to call Sherlock when he sighted him at the corner of the street.

The boy walked around the corner and Lestrade started to run after him, trying to catch up with Sherlock. If he lost him, it wouldn't be good. Sherlock, as careless as he could be, probably would find the team and confront them himself. That wouldn't be good. He didn't want Sherlock to get shot again. And this pair of murderers had shown signs on being really violent.

One of them clearly a psychopath, the other a sadist. Together they created the perfect murder team. They enjoyed watching other people in pain. To torture them. To kill them, slowly. All the victims had been cut, with knives. Some of them had died from the blood loss. The others had been strangled. Totally this, insane, pair of humans had killed twelve young men and women, in the time of nine months. The youngest, hadn't been more than 17 years old. The oldest 31.

Lestrade couldn't catch up with Sherlock for a long while. He was always one street ahead.

But after almost 15 minutes of chasing Sherlock trough the streets. The boy finally stops. Now they are about one block from the crime scene. Sherlock stands with his back against the wall when he catches up.

Lestrade doubles over, puts his hands against his knees, panting. Sherlock is looking at him and smiles. And Lestrade knows by the look on his face that he had knew all along that Lestrade was following him.

"You...really...couldn't...wait...could you?" He said, breathing deeply between every word.

"No..."Sherlock answered, grinning at him."But I felt you might need it."

"So...you are saying... that I'm getting fat?"

Sherlock didn't answer him. 'So he did imply I'm getting fat.' Lestrade thought as he followed Sherlock as the boy started to walk towards the crime scene.

They stopped when they got to the street corner a the crime scene. Or rather, Sherlock stopped and forced Lestrade to, before he could go around the corner.

"What now!"Lestrade whispered"Didn't you want to see the scene?"

"Yes... I did. But it wont do any good if you stumbles in and chase away the killers."

"They are here?!" Lestrade hissed. "You can't be – "

"Ssshh... be quiet..." Sherlock answered, barely loud enough to be heard, clapping his hand over Lestrade's mouth.

He looked around the corner and without any warning, he leapt around the corner. Starting to run down the street.

Lestrade started to run after him, and was just in time to see Sherlock chasing a man and a woman around the corner of the street.

'Really Sherlock? Again?' He thought as he speeded up to keep up with the others.

The chase didn't last for long. As he ran into an alley, not very far from Scotland Yard, he almost ran straight into the man.

The man, 35 maybe 40 years old, blond short hair, brown eyes, and a weird grin on his face, held his left arm around Sherlock's neck. The other held Sherlock's hands behind his back. The woman stood beside him. She was a bit younger, 30 maybe. Long red wavy hair, bright blue eyes. She would have been pretty, if it wasn't for the sicken smile on her face. Or the fact that she had a gun aimed at Sherlock's head.

"You really don't...want to do that-" Sherlock croaked, then he man fastened the grip around his neck and Sherlock let out a choked sound.

As they saw that he came closer, they backed up, practically dragging Sherlock behind. The boy's lips was turning blue. He was gasping for air.

Lestrade raised his hands, he could do little else. 'God, I knew it was a bad thing to do, I don't even have my gun.' As he did so the man loosened him grip around Sherlock, only a little. But now the boy could breath again.

"You're from the police? Right? I saw you, in the newspaper." The man said. "You let us go... and I'll let him live..."

Lestrade was just about to answer when Sherlock jerked his head backwards. Smashing it into the man's nose. The man yelped in surprise and realised him. Before the woman had time to understand what had happened, Lestrade leapt forward, tackling her to the ground, taking the gun away from her.

He got up, but the victory didn't last for long, the man had grabbed Sherlock again, his nose was bleeding, broken. He had a gun pressed against Sherlock's temple.

Lestrade grabbed the woman from the ground.

"Think about this. I know you love this woman. If you don't let him go, I will shot her. And then you. Let him go, and she will live." He said as calmly as he could, like he wasn't negotiating over Sherlock's life.

The man bit his lower lip. He was just about to speak when the woman interrupted.

"Don't Jack... Don't listen to him... he wont let us go. He will kill us anyway. But, we can take this boy too. Like the other ones. We can have fun, like before... Trust me. I'll get you out of this. I always do. I love you... don't listen to him. He will kill us. But if we go down fighting, we'll always be together..."

"Don't listen to her Jack. She doesn't love you! She want you to walk towards an certain death. She's a psychopath, she can't feel love. She only cared about what you could do..."

He could see that Jack was thinking. He was backing away, dragging Sherlock after him.

"Stay where you are. I'll shoot her."

"NO! Don't... please..." Jack cried."I'll let him go, please don't shoot her."

He realised Sherlock, dropped the gun to the ground. Then he sat down and started crying. He sat there until backup came. It was strange, seeing a grown man crying. Especially as the woman didn't seem to care, even as she only minutes ago had confessed her love to him. It made Lestrade think. Maybe Jack wasn't really a bad person. He loved that crazy woman. But still, he wasn't really ready to kill Sherlock for her. He was afraid for her, to let her down. It was almost as he was her slave. When she had told him to shut up, he had stopped immediately, looking up at her, fear in his eyes. He had mumbled something. It sounded like; "I'm sorry Miss."

Of course Sherlock had refused to go to the hospital or even to be examined by the paramedics.

A/N: This chapter was a bit longer than the other ones. I hope you like it. Please review and please tell me if you have any ideas for chapters.