A/N: Hey all this week was hectic. What with finals, moving and setting up my room, I'm surprised that I finished this chapter.

I'd like to take the time to thank my reviewers AzrielLolita and Miss R. Hood.

Extra surprise this chapter is the longest one yet, you'll see why.

Disclaimer: I do not own BBC Sherlock, those are the creations of Steven Moffat, Mark Gatiss and most importantly Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. It's their sandbox and I'm just playing in it.

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Greg was sitting in his office, reviewing a report, trying to think up who could be sending these packages, when Sherlock burst in the door.

"Please tell me you have a case."

"Well hello to you too" Greg said a bit irritably.

"Yes, hello, case" Sherlock demanded, holding out his hand.

Greg sat back in his chair, crossing his arms in front of his chest, looking at Sherlock sternly.

"I'm not going to give you one if you're going to ask that way."

Sherlock growled in frustration and started to pace. "Please Lestrade. John's at work and I'm bored."

Greg smirked. "So if John wasn't at work you wouldn't be bored."

"Of course, John has a way of keeping me entertained."

Greg put a hand over his mouth to hold back laughter. John is so going to hear about this.

As Greg got his amusement under control, Sherlock stopped in front of the desk reading upside down the report Greg had been reviewing before Sherlock had come in.

"What's the rest of the details to that case?" Sherlock asked pointing at the report.

Greg sighed and handed the report, as well as the rest of the file to Sherlock.

"It's something Mycroft wanted my help on. An old friend of his has been getting body parts in the mail."

"What friend?" Sherlock asked absently, flipping through the file.

"Rosamund Pike"

Sherlock looked up from the file, his expression had a hint of shock. "Rosa?"

Greg nodded. "I believe this person is a in love with her and is courting her with these presents."

Sherlock went back to looking in the file, absorbing all of the information. "You wouldn't be wrong there." He picked out a photo of the card that had been included in each package. "These were included with flowers before he moved on to body parts?"

"Yes."

Just then Greg's cell phone rang. He answered it, not recognizing the number.

"Detective Inspector Lestrade"

"Hello Gregory. This is Rosa. You told me to call you if I got any more of the packages. One was just dropped off with my mail."

"Alright don't touch it, I'll be right over."

"Thank you, Gregory. I'll see you when you get here."

Greg hung up and gathered his keys and wallet, putting them in his pockets.

"There was another package delivered to her" Sherlock stated. Greg nodded, scribbling something down on a piece of paper and walked over to the door to his office. He poked his head out and saw Donovan at her desk.

"Donovan" Greg called across the floor, waving for her to come in to his office.

Sally quickly came into the office closing the door behind her. "What is it boss?"

"I have a very sensitive case and it needs to be kept quite. I need you to get Anderson and meet me at this address, no marked cars, no lights and sirens." He handed Sally the piece of paper he had written on. Sally nodded and left the office.

Greg went back to his desk and grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair, putting it on as he walked back to the door.

Sherlock put the file back on Greg's desk. "I'm coming with you."

Greg looked at Sherlock as he opened the door and sighed. "Fine."

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Rosa opened the door and was surprised to see Sherlock with Greg.

"Sherlock, what are you doing here?" She asked pulling him in to a hug.

"I work with Lestrade when I get bored." He said returning the hug stiffly.

"When I let you" Greg said shortly. Donovan and Anderson pulled up and got out, standing next to the car waiting for Greg's instructions. Greg signaled for them to wait for now and turned to Rosa.

"Where is the package?"

"On the kitchen counter" Rosa said, and led them to the kitchen. She stayed in the doorway as Sherlock crossed to the counter, pulling on a pair of latex gloves he had grabbed from Lestrade car.

Greg looked at Sherlock, then turned to Rosa placing a hand on her upper arm. "You don't have to be here if you don't want to."

Rosa nodded and left down the hall, walking into the lounge. Greg went back into the kitchen and stood a few feet away from Sherlock as he examined the box and contents.

"What was sent this time?"

"A rib." Sherlock answered absently. He examined the evidence a few moments longer then stepped back, pulling the gloves off.

"Well?"

"Do you know where the flowers that contained these notes came from?"

"No, but we can ask Rosa."

Sherlock swept past Greg and went into the lounge where Rosa was sitting staring absently out the window. Greg went outside and gave instructions to Donovan and Anderson to collect the evidence, then followed Sherlock to the lounge.

"Rosa."

Sherlock stood to the side, and Greg stayed in the doorway. Rosa looked up at the two men, a scared smile flashing across her face.

"Tell me about the flowers" Sherlock said calmly. Greg was a little surprised at the softness in his tone

Rosa let out a nervous breath. "They were this arrangment of orchids and roses from a flower shop a few blocks over."

"Were they left on your doorstep or…" Greg asked from the doorway.

"The shop owner would ring the doorbell and hand deliver them. He never talked, would just hand me the flowers and nod before leaving."

Sherlock nodded and walked out of the house without another word.

Greg let out an exasperated sigh, walking over to sit down next to Rosa. She looked shaken, prompting Greg to put his arm around her.

"Sorry about Sherlock, he gets like that when on a case."

"You should have seen him when he was entering puberty."

Greg shuddered at the thought of a teenage Sherlock. He saw Rosa wringing her hands and hugged her closer.

"Don't worry we'll catch this guy" Greg whispered soothingly, trying to calm his partner's best friend down.

Rosa sniffed and nodded.

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Sherlock had just stepped outside when his phone buzzed.

Just got off work. What are you up to? –JW

Working a case with Lestrade. I was thinking of getting some flowers for the flat, want to help pick them out? –SH

Sherlock started walking to the flower shop that he had observed on his way to Rosa's with Lestrade.

Sure? Where do you want to get them? –JW

Sherlock saw the shop just ahead and texted John the address. He stopped in front of the shop, it was closed with a sign in the door that said they were out on deliveries.

Sherlock stood there for a few minutes, looking in the windows for any activity in the shop. Seeing that it was quiet, Sherlock went around to the back. There weren't any windows open for him to climb in through, so he decided to pick the lock. A few moments later Sherlock was inside the shop looking for anything he could to back up his theory.

After searching through the main part of the shop, Sherlock went to the flat upstairs and came up with nothing as well. He was heading back down the stairs to go search the basement when he got a text from John.

Where are you? I think the shop is closed. – JW

Sherlock detoured to the front of the shop and opened the door. John jumped when the door opened and Sherlock ushered him inside.

When the door closed, Sherlock pulled John close and kissed him. He pulled away and went to the back where the entrance to the basement was.

It took John a few moments to get his bearings.

"This was never about flowers, was it?" John asked, trailing after Sherlock.

Sherlock shot a smile up at John, while he picked the lock on the door to the basement. When he heard the door click, Sherlock stood up.

"That's not entirely true; it was about flowers, just not for the flat."

John rolled his eyes, which made Sherlock smirk. He opened the door and jogged down the stairs, John following him at a slower pace. When Sherlock got to the bottom step he paused and pulled a mini torch from his pocket, using it to scan the basement.

Sherlock was standing next to the bottom step when John neared the end of the stairs. With a sigh John leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Sherlock's neck, nuzzling his nose into the soft curls at the back of his head. Sherlock smiled when he felt John against his head and continued to survey the basement.

Sherlock caught sight of a locked freezer on the opposite side of the room, he went to move towards it but felt John tighten his arms around his neck and bury his face furthur in Sherlock's hair.

"John"

John hummed his discontent at Sherlock moving. Sherlock went to move again, this time John hopped off the stairs and onto Sherlock's back, wrapping his legs around the taller man's waist.

"Uff, John" Sherlock's legs buckled at the sudden weight on his back but straightened up a moment later. When John didn't make any moves to let go, Sherlock went over to the freezer and started to pick the lock.

John placed a few soft kisses to the top of Sherlock's head when he wasn't dropped. He held on to Sherlock breathing in deeply, relaxed by the slight smell of cinnamon and cloves that was distinctly Sherlock.

Sherlock finally unlocked the freezer and opened it.

"Oh" Sherlock said excitedly.

Curious, John peeked around Sherlock's head and saw the freezer was filled with various human body parts.

John swallowed and dropped from Sherlock's back.

It's not that he wasn't used to seeing random body parts, what with Sherlock's experiments. It was more of why would a florist have a freezer full of body parts, unless he killed people for them.

Sherlock pulled out his mobile and texted Lestrade.

I found the killer's lair. He has quite the collection of body parts. –SH

Where? –GL

Sherlock texted Lestrade the address of the flowershop and closed the freezer door.

"Come along John. Lestrade's on his way and you know how sensitive he is about us breaking and entering."

"You're the one breaking and entering, I don't know why I follow you" John said as he followed Sherlock out of the basement to outside the front of the shop.

"It's because breaking the law turns you on; you just won't admit it because of your strong moral principle."

John rolled his eyes and leaned against the wall outside the shop. A few minutes later Greg parked his car in front of the shop and climbed out.

"You know I need a warrant to go in there."

"Just have Mycroft pull a few strings; I'm sure he'd be willing to, considering it involves his best friend" Sherlock said while looking at something on his phone.

Greg sighed, "Alright but we are waiting for Anderson and Donovan. They just have to finish collecting the rib left at Rosa's."

Sherlock let out a low growl, "Fine"

While waiting, Greg called Mycroft who said he'd have the warrant faxed to Rosa's before Greg's team left.

A few moments later Anderson and Donovan arrived and the police team went to work. Sherlock stayed outside scanning the streets while John wandered in the shop amongst the flowers.

A white van drove by the shop slowing a little as it went by. Sherlock scowled and went into the flower shop, walking over to John.

"John, you might need this."

Sherlock pulled out John's handgun and handed it to the shorter man. John hissed and quickly tucked the gun in his waistband, hiding it with his coat.

"Are you trying to get me arressted?!" John whispered furiously.

Sherlock smirked and placed a quick kiss to the top of the blonde's head. He then walked to the top of the basement steps.

"Lestrade, we should probably go check on Rosa."

Greg looked up the stairs at Sherlock confused by the man's concern for his brother's friend. Sherlock saw Greg's confusion and let out an exasperated sigh.

"Come on man, time is of the essence."

Greg sensed Sherlock's genuine frustration and decided to just take the genius on his word. Greg looked back at Donovan.

"I'll be back. Call the rest of the team, we don't need to be as discreet here."

Donovan nodded her head and Greg went up the stairs to an impatient Sherlock.

As soon as he knew Lestrade was going to follow him Sherlock walked swiftly to the door, calling back "Come on John".

John and Greg followed Sherlock as he walked towards Rosa's house at a speed that was verging on running.

Halfway there Greg's phone started to ring.

"Hello" he said picking it up.

There wasn't an answer. In the background he heard a man talking.

"I've always loved you. Don't you love me? Haven't I given you enough? Haven't I shown you I love you enough?"

"I don't even know you."

"That doesn't mean you can't love me."

Greg swore, shoved his phone in his pocket and started running the last few blocks to Rosa's house. Sherlock and John ran after him.

When Greg got to the door he took a few moments to pull his gun out. He took a deep breath slipped into the house through the open door. Greg treaded carefully to the lounge, where he heard the man's histerical pleads.

He almost reached the door when a floorboard creaked. There was a moment of silence then the sound of something being knocked over. Silently cursing, Greg burst into the room gun raised. He took a nervous breath when he saw a man holding Rosa as a human sheild, a knife pressed against her throat.

"Who are you?" the man asked, his voice calmer than before.

"Detective Inspector Lestrade. I'd like to know your name." Greg replied calmly.

"Jacob Lang."

"Jacob, can I call you Jacob?" The guy nodded. "May I ask why you're doing this?"

The man's expression turned manic. "I'm in love with Rosamund here, and I couldn't take her not knowing it any longer. Have you ever loved someone so much that it hurts to not know how they feel about you?"

Greg kept silent, knowing that the wrong word could set this guy off.

"I started off sending flowers, but then I thought that's too conventional. Who hasn't sent flowers to try and win someone over. So I got creative."

"You're the one who's been sending me human body parts?" Rosa asked fear in her tone.

"Yes, I wanted to show you how much I loved you. They're proof of my commitment to you. Can't you see that. Don't you love me?"

"How can I, I don't even know you."

Jacob's expression grew histerical and the hand with the knife slipped slightly, causing a trickle of blood to slide down the blade and Rosa's throat.

Suddenly John burst through the door and shot the man between his eyes. The body tensed for a moment then fell to the ground, the knife dropping from Rosa's throat.

The tension in the room relaxed instantly. Greg put his gun away and rushed over to Rosa who looked on the verge of collapse. John put his own gun away and went into doctor mode, going over to Rosa as Greg guided her to a chair.

As the two men checked over Rosa, Sherlock stood in the doorway looking at the body before pulling out his mobile and calling Mycroft.

"Is something wrong Sherly?"

"Nothing major, I just thought you should know that the person sending Rosa body parts won't be bothering her anymore."

"Should I even be surprised that you got involved in this."

"I would say the cake is clouding your brain if you were. However you might want to pull one of your cover ups because John shot the man in Rosa's lounge and I know how you and your friends like their privacy."

Sherlock heard his brother sigh. "Rightly so. I'll send a team over to take care of it. Hand me over to Gregory."

Sherlock walked over to Greg and thrust his phone at the older man.

"Yes?" Greg asked into the phone.

"Gregory, I'm sending my own team to Rosa's house and the flower shop to take care of things. I would like it if you could call yours and have them hand everything over when mine gets there. It's also for the best if we forget about Dr. Watson ever being there."

"I agree, even though it goes against what I stand for as a Detective."

"I understand dear. I'm sorry to put you in this position."

"I know, it's to protect your friend's privacy."

"How is she doing?"

"A bit shaken but John is looking after her."

"Hmmm. I should get going, see you for dinner?"

"If you're not too busy. See you tonight."

Greg hung up and handed the phone to Sherlock. He pulled out his own phone and placed a quick call to Donovan, instructing her to hand everything over to Mycroft's team when they got there.

When he hung up Rosa had calmed down and was staring blankly at the ground.

"Rosa, do you have any place to stay tonight?" Greg asked softly.

She looked up at Greg and nodded numbly.

"Why don't you go pack a few things and call whoever you need to. Mycroft will have everything taken care of by tomorrow."

She got up and started to head out of the room but paused. Rosa then turned to John and pulled him into a tight hug.

"Thank you" She whispered in his ear, her voice on the verge of tears. John returned the hug and rubbed her back soothingly.

"It was no problem."

Rosa let go of John and left the room.

Silence fell over the room, John shifting about nervously waiting for Greg to arrest him.

"Oh John quit your fussing. Lestrade isn't going to arrest you, Mycroft is taking care of everything." Sherlock said petulantly. John let out a relieved sigh.

"Unless you need anything else, I'm starving and I'm sure John is tired after work and this excitement."

"Not unless you can tell me how he got rid of the bodies" Greg replied wearily.

"I would have thought it obvious. He incinerated them using the kiln in his basement, then mixed the ash in with the clay he used to make the custom vases he sold."

Greg nodded as John and Sherlock left. He stayed with the body until Mycroft's team arrived.

Rosa came into the hall with a bag. Greg went over to her.

"Are you alright?"

"Not really but I'll get there."

Greg nodded. "Do you need me to drive you anywhere?"

"No, I'll be fine thank you though."

They walked outside the house and Rosa got in to a waiting cab. Greg sighed and walked back to the flower shop where he left his car.

He got to the shop but his car wasn't there. Instead he saw Mycroft leaning against his own black car.

Greg smiled and walked over to Mycroft, giving the redhead a kiss.

"We've got to stop meeting like this" Greg said when he pulled away.

Mycroft smiled and placed a kiss to Greg's cheek before opening the car door.

"So what did you do with my car this time?"

"State Secret Gregory dear."

"I'll get it out of you eventually Mycroft darling" Greg said sliding in to the car.

"I'd like to see you try" Mycroft replied getting in next to Greg.

"I can be very persuasive when I choose to be."

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So let me know what you think.

Also I've gotten a request to write what happened to Mycroft in Sudan. I'm still debating and I have a few ideas as to how I write it, but if I do write it I will let you all know.