I'm so glad someone is reading this! Thanks to my first reviewer, I'll try to correct my mistake. I also have to state that I'm not a Native English speaker. Actually I'm Mexican, so if there's a mistake or two…I'm very sorry. Also, Molly will be on the next chapter, I promise.

By the way…

I promised! Sherlock POV…finally!

So booooring! Is this really what his existence had reduced to?

Discovering if the husband of that rich and powerful lady that made her fortune over cosmetic products was having an affair ( he was, in fact, with his best friend)? Finding out if the teenager daughter of that powerful oil company CEO was doing drugs (she wasn't, but she was a little bit…pregnant)?

Sherlock scrolled down the screen, searching something interesting in the ton of emails with cases that Mycroft sent him every week. It was, he guessed, his way to keep him occupied and out of trouble.

Mycroft failed completely.

The more affairs, secrets, vengeances, pregnancies, frauds, etc that Sherlock unraveled, the more he missed the old exiting cases. Truth to be told, he missed a lot of things.

He missed his lock for example.

He hated to see his image in the mirror every morning and having to face that horrible flattened hair. He didn't liked the emo-gothic image that Mycroft had imposed him, he thought it was a bit to extravagant. (People often overlooked what was obvious) but right now he depended on the money that Mycroft provided, so he had to deal with it.

But he still hated black eyeliner…it stringed like hell when he rubbed it off every night.

He missed his flat, too. Mycroft had managed to arrange him on a discrete building near an industrial area. "Grey sky, grey buildings, grey everything….you're going to love it." Mycroft predicted. Indeed, Sherlock did liked the discretion of the place but the Internet connection was terrible, so he was forced to visit a ciber coffee twice every month.

Today was one of those days.

The two lines of computers were lined back to each other and the only living beings on the place where Sherlock, a blonde teenager who listened to Metallica on her earphones, the owner of the coffee shop and his cat, which insisted on rubbing against Sherlock's leg.

Ignoring the possible diseases that the little hell creature might have given him, Sherlock tried to focus on finding something interesting on his email.

Luckily for him, there was a new email from an unknown contact.

To: locked221

From: playernumberone

Bored? Guess so. Maybe this will make your day:

Next it attached the extract of an online newspaper

Innocent Sidekick or Cruel Murderer?

"It wasn't a surprise for many when the police announced the arrest of John Watson, famous for his friendship with the famous Sherlock Holmes, dead a year ago. Part of the public opinion always suspected he was colluded with Holmes crimes and today, they were proved right…"

The cat emitted a cried meow when Sherlock kicked it a meter away. The owner of the shop, luckily, was too busy lecturing the teenager for the volume on her music to realize his loved pet was on distress.

Sherlock got closer to the screen; quickly scanning the news's extract. It was written anonymously but Sherlock suspected certain reporter who hated him fiercely had something to do. "I'm going to kill her." Sherlock muttered as he kept reading

"Watson was charged for the attempt of murder of his fiancé on her wedding day. She was poisoned with nut extract placed on a box of chocolates that the boyfriend had given her earlier. Mary Rightwatter was declared stable, but…"

John was engaged? Sherlock filed that note on his mind palace for later research and keep scrolling down.

"…with the arrest of John Watson, several other events unchained. Greggory Lestrade has been accused of protecting Watson and even of complicity on the crime."

Great, know Lestrade would have another reason to hate him.

"Mr. Hudson, former landlord of detective Holmes and close to john Watson couldn't be found to make an statement and this reporter found out she has been transferred to an hospital for mentally ill…"

Sherlock felt strange. What was this feeling climbing up his throat and installing on his chest? The pressure became unbearable and he found himself gasping for air. But the news weren't over…

"…Finally, the police department agreed to give a declaration. Apparently Mr. Watson will be investigated for the incident with his fiancée and the investigation on the dead of Sherlock's Holmes death will be reopened, this time with John Watson as suspect number one."

Reopen his case meant trouble. It meant that files wouyld be inspected, the autopsy would be checked over and over and that many, many questions would be made to certain shy and hysterical pathologist who didn't handled pressure too well.

Sherlock dialed molly Hooper's number as he finished the reading.

"Seems to this reporter that the friendship of this characters with the famous detective brought them nothing but trouble…"

Nobody picked up at Molly's.

"Damn it, Molly!" Sherlock barked as he hit the desk with his fist. The owner of the computers and the teenager interrupted their conversation too look at him. The teenager smiled.

Sherlock looked away and finished reading the email.

"I hope this is good enough to get the attention of "famous" Sherlock Holmes. If not, I can do better. Wanna try me?

Join me player number two."

Sherlock swallowed hard and closed his eyes. There were too many things buzzing around his brain at the moment and he needed to analyze each carefully. First John and Lestrade. Cleaning their names was priority number one.

Then Mr. Hudson…maybe Mycroft could help with that. Make a call, or something.

Molly. He would have to visit her personally and talk to her. He sighted mentally. Dealing with an stressed, crying, stumbling, clumsy molly would take a huge deal of time that he didn't had.

Finally, finding out who was….

A new email.

And a text.

He read the text first.

"Sherlock? This is Pink Bunny. I need some help."

If Valentina texted, it was because he was her last option. He smirked. He liked the teenager girl. They were a lot alike. Maybe he could take ten seconds to help her.

"I told you to never contact me again unless it was urgent. So?"

"It's bad. Very bad. Meet you on the bridge?"

The lack of information was interesting. Valentina was a very methodic person, just like him. He liked her precisely because of that. When Mycroft had recommended a teenager to give him the documents needed for his new life, he doubted. But the girl had done an amazing job. A whole year, a passport, driving license, bank accounts, birth certificate, medical file…not a single question had been asked. Nobody doubted the documents were authentic.

But there was an issue.

Valentina referred to the bridge where she delivered him the documents a year ago. That bridge was in Spain.

Sherlock Holmes was in Mexico City.

What a dilemma!

The email… he almost forgot…

To: locked221

From: playernumberone

"Oh, I thought I could send you a little spoiler. Your little friend dies.

So do you

End of spoiler."

Sherlock connected the dots in just second. He took out his phone and texted to Valentina "9 o´clock. Be careful." And soon after… "Bunny? Don't do anything stupid."

Then he texted again, this time to an unknown number.

"Go to the bridge on Zaragoza park and look for a girl dressed in pink. She's about to be murdered. Stop it."

Sherlock sent the text just in time to look up and see the teenager and the owner of the shop pointing at him with guns.

"So predictable…" he thought.