AN: Anyone who reads FMA may recognise the code I used x) Anyway, I hope you like the chapter :D The case I mention below is real if you want to Google it up x)

CHAPTER 7

The solution was almost instantaneous for Sherlock. It was such a tedious text with seemingly no point, However it had an unusual involvement of proper nouns. This was a fairly old code that was used to send secret messages over the phone, without the fear of suspicion from spying 3rd parties. He took his note book out from his bag and jotted them down:

Gary, Oliver, Haley, Oliver, Manchester, EditorKeys, Nelson, Ophelia, Waterloo station

He then took the first letters, adding breaks where he saw the sentences end:

"GO/HOME/NOW"

The satisfaction of completing the puzzle in a matter of minutes didn't last long; John would've been home and that meant that it was likely that he was in trouble. He wasn't too far from 221b, and he ran as fast as his legs could take him. He stopped briefly in front of the familiar, black door and gasped for breath after his unexpected work out. Then, in an effort to keep up appearances he took a deep breath, calm down and smoothed his disheveld clothing down. He finally and carefully opened the door, which was already unlocked as he had anticipated.

The flat felt unusually cold and dark, no one had been here for a while. He inspected the rooms, but nothing seemed to have been moved or changed, except from a curious old Walkman CD player that was placed on the table in plain sight; someone obviously wanted him to listen to it. Inserting the earphones, the sound of country music filled his ears; he despised country music. As he cringed at the music, Sherlock jotted down the lyrics with the feeling it would help him make progress:

Well I saw you with another
It made me lose my mind
Shot you with my '38
And now I'm doin' time
And you put me here
You put me here
Well there's no way to doubt
There ain't no two ways about it
As sure as your name's Kate
You put me here

"Kate.." he mumbled to himself, the previous riddle had a theme of names, so he was almost certain that this name would also play a part to solving a riddle. As he jotted the name down, the sharp shock of realisation hit him - John wasn't home. As if it was planned, another buzz came from his phone:

GUESS WHAT I HAVE SHERLOCK :) I'LL GIVE YOU A CLUE: JAM AND WOOL.
DON'T WORRY THOUGH, IF YOU HURRY YOU CAN SAVE HIM x

Sherlock held back the panic that brewed within him, for it would not provide any help in solving the puzzles. He breathed deeply and placed his hands together and begun to think through what he was given. "A CD player? Why not an MP3?" He lept with realisation and opened the case, only to find another list of names written on the top of the otherwise blank CD:

Sir Galahad, Sir Lancelot, Sir Gawain, Sir Percivale, Sir Lionell, Sir Bors de Ganis, Sir Kay, Sir Tristram de Lyones, Sir Gareth, Sir Bedivere, Sir Bleoberis, La Cote Male Taile, Sir Lucan, Sir Palomedes, Sir Lamorak, Sir Safer, Sir Pelleas, Sir Ector de Maris, Sir Dagonet, Sir Degore, Sir Brunor le Noir, Le Bel Desconneu, Sir Alymere, and Sir Mordred.

"The knights of the round table?" his face irked with puzzlement, "Knights?" he paused for thought: the whole theme so far was names, so was he being given another name? "OF COURSE!" he yelled, even though no one was there, "KATE KNIGHT!" It was an old case in 2008 of a woman that poisoned her husband with anti-freeze. Her creativity amused him, and it stayed in his mind because of it. "Kate Knight, anti-freeze." He replied to the texter before trying to work out his next clue.

The word anti-freeze lingered in his mind as he thought of John, he longed for his safety and he had never felt so alone before, "John.." slipped from his mouth as he waited.

Buzz.

This time, it was just a photo of a car.