"Your brother abducted me again." John was obviously annoyed.

"I know,"
Sherlock mumbled.

"I don't
think he wants you to be around me." I gave John a look. John was a much
better influence on Sherlock than I am. Sherlock and I waited for him to
continue.

"I was
annoyed, and attacked him when he is pretty bruised and beaten, not sure if he
wants to be around me anymore," John seemed surprisingly happy at that.

"He'll get over it, at least he does that with me." I smiled at John. We stayed
quiet until the cab stopped and we were at an old shoe factory.

"Oh look, it's the freak, his friend, and a girl" It wasn't aimed at us more just the general area. She held up the tape as Sherlock and John passed under it, but let it fall when I was about to go under it. "Don't get involved with Sherlock he'll just end up hurting you. He gets a rush from this, he doesn't get paid, and one of these times he's going to be the one we're chasing." I started giggling uncontrollably. "I'm serious don't get involved with Sherlock Holmes he's bad news." She gave me a look of confusion.

I slipped under the tape, smiled, and said "If you ever call him a freak in front of me again you will end up dead, and it will be a painful, agonizing, hideous death." I smile at her again and ran up to get with Sherlock and John. I look over to see her giving me a strange look.

"Sherlock?" I was wondering where he had gotten off to.

"Over here." I heard John call. I walked around the corner to see Sherlock and John standing over a girl's body. I felt someone staring at me, and turned around quickly, and saw almost ten sets of eyes swivel away, and I also saw Lestrade walking over.

"So what do you have?" Lestrade asked.

"She's twenty-seven years old, employed as a secretary, she was on a date, but it wasn't her boyfriend who killed her, she still lives with her parents, and that's all I have now give me a minute." Sherlock squatted down, and took out his magnifying glass.

"These marks are consistent with struggling, but these are old." Sherlock said to all of us. All the sudden it made sense. "Sherlock let me see her face." I had thought she had seemed familiar, but I hadn't seen her face. As Sherlock removed a hat that someone had placed on her face I breathed in. "Jenny," When I say it I look at Sherlock.
"Sydney," Sherlock says warning me.

"Sherlock you know my rules."

"Sydney," Sherlock said warning me again. I ran off to the nearest ally. I was too fast for Sherlock or any of the others to catch. I had my rules. Mess with me you'll end up maimed, mess with my friends end up dead. Sherlock wasn't the only one with contacts.

Who killed Jenny?-SH

Jimmy Dolot

Thank You I will repay you soon-SH

Before I found out anything else about him I ran to a hiding spot. Sherlock and the Yard were most likely already looking for me. I can't be found or this plan won't work. I got to my hiding spot, and went inside.

"Looking for your usual room," The man behind the desk asked.

"What else would I want?" I asked handing him a hundred dollar bill. He handed me the key, I took it, and went to the room in the middle of the hall. This was my hideout. I looked up the name Jimmy Dolot, and saw he was a hit man. Well at least now I had pictures. Tall, short hair, and a big nose. I guess I'll have to go on this, but I'll get more from the homeless network.

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