A/N: OHMYGOD IT'S BEEN SO LONG. I'm so so so so sorry, Johanna and I have both been super busy and have not been able to update until now... but here you go! :)-Ellie

We get to a store that is made up of multiple floors and seems to be some sort of a mall. Mrs. Hudson decides she needs to pick up some clothes in a much more old-fashioned store than any teenager would ever want to step into and left me to observe and make friends or conversation. Of course, I'm not planning on that. I figure I'll just eat the chips and scope around to see if anything looks interesting. I begin my scope only to see a familiar figure walking at a fast pace, his companion at his side. Could it be? Yes. It was Sherlock. I tell the man at the counter handing out the chips that if an old lady came by asking for Cameron, to tell her she went off to the crime scene to see Sherlock and John. The man looks at me with the strangest face, but I'm pretty sure he will deliver. And so I walk on to find... Sherlock walking into a clothing store with John? No police? No nothing? I decide to follow them, hiding behind the racks of men's clothing. After watching John go through a series of suits, and Sherlock follow him discontentedly, I begin to think the two were just... shopping. I will admit, it is a strange sight… and then Sherlock grabs a scarf. He buys the scarf. I want to slap myself on the head, as they were both normal people, both were likely to go shopping. Just because they were out and about did not mean they were on a case. I looked back towards the cash register to look at them one last time before I left. Only problem, no cashier, no Sherlock, no John. I realize quickly that the only reasoning for their disappearance, and it's that they're on a case after all. I sneak into the back room.

"What took you so long, Cameron?" Sherlock asks. I shrug and sit down on an old couch next to John and Sherlock.

"So, please tell us about the disappearance of your co-worker."

"Well, really, I don't know much. She was here, and now she isn't." I don't understand how this could possibly be a murder or a suicide, or anything at all for that matter. What if this coworker's just on vacation? What if a family member just died?

"Did she leave anything behind? Do you have a recent picture?" Sherlock asks, throwing the questions out as if he's fighting to win some kind of match. I'm starting to see why solving these mysteries seems to be a necessity for him.

"The most current thing we have is her working on the security camera…"

"Excellent!" Sherlock jumps of the couch and looks around for the system.

"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid we can't access it without the security code, and the guard's on vacation." I don't know what to think of this whole crime solving thing. I'm not sure if it's my forte. It's not like anything I've ever done before. It's actually a real puzzle. It's not at all like math, where I can just learn, apply, and solve. Crime solving involves more than application, it requires some kind of intuition...and Sherlock, he has it. I decide not to budge in, I'm just going to observe whatever it is he does. Maybe if I can figure it out, I'll be able to do it myself.

For a few minutes, Sherlock stares at the keypad for the computer, supposedly trying to figure out the combo. The worker has left, and John looks as if he is about to fall asleep. Sherlock never takes this long to do anything. John looks at Sherlock and says something I don't understand.

"Sherlock, its not going to be like her phone, I'm sure you'll get it the first try."

Amazingly, these simple words I don't get made Sherlock's fingers move. Before I could even guess any of the numbers he typed, he was in.

"Jolly good," I say, wondering if British people actually say that. Sherlock snickers.

"I like you, Cameron Redgate. It will be sad to see you go…"

"Sherlock!" John says as if Sherlock's comment is actually going to have a bad effect on me. Yes, it is true, one of these days I am going to journey back to America. If only I could stay here forever...

"John."

"Yes, Sherlock?"

"Drop the case...this is nothing but a series of affairs. The missing worker, she left to go on vacation with the security man. And to think, I thought that because a worker went missing in a shopping mall this would be so much more...fun."

"Well, I better go and find Mrs. Hudson."