(A/N): Hey guys! Back with another chapter, hope you enjoy!

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"Mom? Why does dad hate me?" The boy's young and innocent eyes gleamed with the start of another tearful evening.

"Your father does NOT hate you... He just doesn't know how to accept you..."

xXx Sherlock's POV

Earlier that day when I was experimenting I hadn't noticed the amount of people that started to encircle most of the block.

Fingers were pointed. 999's were dialed. And chaos erupted with the sound of nearing sirens.

"What the hell..." I whispered to myself. After fighting through the crowd I was able to make out the figure of a woman at the top of the building just next to the one I was just in.

Faint whispers were passed around in shared unison and understanding, "Bloody hell... What in the actual fuck?... Oh my god is she going to jump?!"

Thinking fast I look around. A blonde man wearing a rather large beige blazer over a simple white T burst through the coffee shop doors, desperation written over his face. In the distance I hear a faint screeching of tires as a car revs trying to get back the time that the red light he was just at took.

Oh God... That man is going to get hit.

Looking back towards the now running man who is in no way going to beat the car traveling towards them, I made my decision and in those few seconds so much happened.

The blonde made it to the space in front of the almost speeding car. His face showed the same wrinkles of desperation but at that moment there was no fear which greatly intrigued me.

He had finally noticed his current situation, being there a car mere feet away speeding towards him and his current position giving him little chance of coming out of it uninjured.

I took my chance and grabbed the man's outstretched hand and yanked. With the man's unstable position he was sent tumbling towards me. His limp became more apparent and in the heat of the moment I caught the other side of his body with my free hand brought him close.

My pulse beat rapidly as I watched, almost in slow motion, the driver turn sharply and nearly crash into the coffee shop the man had left mere seconds ago.

I sigh in relief as time returns to normal and my actions catch up with me. My arms quickly release the stunned man and return to my coat pockets.

He looks at me in relief and before he can say anything I cut him off.

"Afghanistan or Iraq?"

His expression turned from relief into an eyebrow raise. I smirk.

"Pardon-?"

"Afghanistan or Iraq? It's a yes or no question no need for pardons."

"I understand I-I just... How did you know?"

"No time for that, there's a case just calling my name right now. Here...", I hand him a business card Lestrade made me carry around. "We can chat later. Well then I must be off."

I make my escape towards the building and quickly devise a plan on my way up the stairs.

xXx John's POV

What in the bloody hell just happened exactly?

I quickly gather myself and look at the card before coming to a realization. Before I know what's gotten into myself I sprint towards the double glass doors that the man had entered a few seconds earlier.

The place, although very clean, was deserted. I wondered what had gone down to make an entire building just clear out. I was starting to get very suspicious as to what this really was.

My feet worked faster than they probably had since coming back. It was probably just the adrenaline rush but I couldn't help but notice that my limp and pain were nowhere to be found.

Reached the end of my ascent, I slowed down before stopping right at the door labeled, 'ROOF'. My heart was pumping hard and as the silence crept on, my heartbeat had become ear splitting.

"Bloody hell..."

I finally got the courage and opened the door. Looking around the top of the building I saw nothing but the same grey bumpy texture all over the floor. I took a few hesitant steps forward sure that the man and suicidal woman were just around the corner.

Where did they go?

Before I could take another step I heard the familiar click of a handgun.

xXx Sherlock's POV

"Turn around." My voice was almost muffled by the continuous heavy breeze that flew past me. After waiting for a moment she submitted and carried out my command.

Her pink turtle-neck sweater and blue jean skirt made her look younger than her true age. There was a necklace of sorts around her neck and it was well worn as evident from the stripped of paint chain it resided on.

Her head was down with her face covered by her long auburn hair. Her arms were outstretched and shaking. In fact her whole body was shaking. She looked frightened.

But looks can be deceiving.

I knew what was going on.

"Oh stop pretending you low-class attention whore. You're starting to scare people."

Her head whipped up, a devilish grin followed. Her dark brown eyes showed no mercy or emotion of any kind.

Her bright pink lipstick began to wrinkle as she lowly chuckled. I calmly crossed my arms before hearing a click behind me. Sighing, I put my hand up to my face in absolute boredom.

This girl just won't give up will she?

"Amanda this has gone on long enough. Take that disgusting wig off and tell Lestrade hi for me won't you?"

She didn't move. Her chuckling instead began to increase in volume and began to sound more like Amanda with every high pitched manic laugh she choked out.

I rolled my eyes and didn't take another second before calling out her as equally psychotic boyfriend Allen.

"Allen. Would you be a dear and put that gun away? I don't want your girlfriend here getting hurt do you?" Without hesitation I pull out my concealed firearm and aim it at Amanda.

I finally turn to face him and was actually surprised to see him have that blonde from earlier in a head lock and coincidentally he also had a gun to the man's head.

I felt like pulling the trigger to just end my headaches and their annoying antics. But I was feeling generous so I gave him a chance to respond.

"Last warning Allen. Put. Down. The. Gun." I didn't feel like playing anymore. The situation was becoming dangerous. I didn't care about other people dying but for once the blonde man was just too damn interesting.

I guess he followed me but that doesn't matter. I turn my full attention to him and immediately I felt my whole body go numb. His gaze still had no fear whatsoever. Oh this guy is just too interesting.

I hear sirens getting closer and before I knew it, they were right below us.

Time was up.

I watched the blonde as he all of a sudden slammed the back of his head against Allen's and in the moment of distress caused him to let go of his leverage and his weapon. The blonde without hesitation rolled away, gun in hand.

"Well this was fun Allen, Amanda. I do hope that you have fun in that psych ward you keep escaping from. In the meantime, I'll be off."

I lower my gun from Amanda and in the same second the police smashed through the door.

"DOWN ON THE GROUND NOW!"

I refuse to obey since I have little to no respect for them. They don't seem to mind anyway. I make my way through the action and stand over the cop roughly dragging the blonde out.

"He's with me. Come on blondey."

The officer looked suspicious before saying, "You don't have the authority to-"

"He does, go ahead Sherlock." Lestrade proved himself useful for once.

The embarrassed officer quickly uncuffed him and with a tilt of a hat, took his leave.

With a sigh I waited until the officers were down the stairs before I looked at my new found interest.

His face still held the shocked but somewhat exhilarated expression that he had carried most of that night. Without hesitation he grabbed my arm violently and nearly shouted, "What in fucks name just happened?"

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(A/N): Thanks for reading I hope you enjoyed!