Sherlock's POV
Miami is far hotter than he was expecting it to be. It's almost as if the humidity level doubles the heat index even though he knows that is scientifically impossible. They got here three days ago, and almost immediately the Wildcard was up to mischief, in other words: his purpose here. Unfortunately that left him trying to decide what to do.

It's during a random walk while he learns about the city and gets a feel for the street layout that he runs across a lady with her husband. A simple glance tells him all he needs to know about the pair. Including the fact that she isn't happy with her husband, and then the fact that he is involved in several different types of crimes.

Well then, he decides, something for me to do. I can prove his crimes to the police force, and get him dealt with.

Grinning, he selects a pair of homeless boys he sees lurking nearby, and decides to offer them a bit of a job. Since he's not as familiar with Miami as he is with London, he can't tell where they have been with just a look but he can get them followed, and gather information that way.

Blending with the other people moving along the street, he stops beside the pair and asks, "How would you like to make some money?"

"I'm not a prostitute," the taller one retorts.

"How?" The shorter one demands.

"See that couple?" he motions to the woman and man leaving one of the stores with nothing in their hands.

"Yeah?" the smaller one replies almost hesitantly, "You're not gonna rob them are ya?"

"No," he answers with a shake of his head, "I just think that that man has done something shady and I want to prove it. Just follow them for today, and text me the addresses they go, and I'll pay you for it."

The taller one looks suspicious of him, like he's up to no good, but eventually nods.

The smaller one shrugs, muttering, "I don't have a phone."

Well that could put a small hamper on his plans. Alright then, change of plans, he decides as he glances about, spotting a dollar store not too far away.

"Stay here," he comments.

Turning on the balls of his feet, he heads to the store where he picks up two different throw away phones and four of the biggest minute cards available. It doesn't take him long to get both activated and ready to go. He then programs his number in. Returning to the pair, he hands over the phones.

"You can keep them," he tells them, "I'll still pay you as well."

The pair that he was interested in have moved on to another store. Now the woman is carrying a single bag, but she looks like she'd really rather be anywhere else but here.

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The boys shrug, but the smaller one agrees a moment later, "You better not be lyin'."

He keeps himself from laughing at the thinly veiled threat, thinking, some of the people I get along with best are agents from MI6 and one of them is a psychopath with a serious lack of morals. This kid isn't a threat in comparison.

It's interesting to watch the way the two have a quick and silent conversation. They're not brothers, but they are good friends, and they try to look out for each other. However the lure of money is one they really can't resist, making him wonder when the last time they had solid meals or a stable home. Not that it matters.

Almost as soon as they're done with the conversation they split off, and he realizes why as he glances over them again. This way they can 'run into each other' because they had completed their own errands or whatever and not because they were following him.

Over the next eight hours he gets a series a text messages from both boys, some or nothing more than address and lengths of time they stayed, but some also include important people the man left met up with after left his wife behind at a strip club behind.

So he was right that she's an exotic dancer, he wasn't sure he was reading the markers right. He's not really gone to strip clubs as they aren't his thing.

Shaking his head, he goes back to reading the rest of the messages, the ones that reveal that the man is a member of organized crime in some fashion.

Grinning, he comes up with a way to get in and see what he can find before heading towards the address of the strip club.

=Going to a strip club.= he messages Jim, including the address in the message.

=Must be a case.= JM

=Yes.= SH

=Don't do anything I wouldn't do.= JM

He snorts at that statement. He's pretty sure there is nothing that the psychopath wouldn't do to accomplish his goals, whether legal or not. Particularly since he knows it is Jasper who is the moral guidance of the pair. Although, he pauses just a bit away from the door, John has more morals than Jasper, and they are the nicest of their little group of six when including the 'other two' as Jim likes to call them.

Lazy, wealthy teenager looking to have a good time, he decides, changing his posture to one he's seen plenty of idiots use while he was doing his brief stint in uni. Actually, he might go back when they get back to London. He's sure he can find something that would help him improve his skills, and he knows John would be pleased to hear he is finishing the degree he started before trying to kill himself. That's something to think about later, when he isn't going to 'befriend' a woman so he can discover what crimes her husband has performed.

Inside the club, he glances around and doesn't see the woman in the main room, so he makes his way through the club and manages to slip into the back where he finds her talking with some of the stripers. He stays quiet and listens to the conversation, coming to the realization that she is giving the ladies suggestions for dancing. So she is no longer a dancer but gives the dancers advice. Well then, that's interesting.

Once the ladies are one talking, he makes his way to her. "Hi," he greets her, "could you maybe give me some advice for where I could find a job dancing? I'm Sherlock."

She blinks at him, head tipping to the side as she studies him, "Why are you asking me?"

"Well," he hems, "I saw you earlier today, and I just saw you as I was walking down the street come in here, so I thought you might know."

She studies him for a long moment, a thoughtful expression in her eyes before she responds, "Some reason I'm sure you're trying to play a game on me."

He shakes his head, trying for innocent as he explains, "No, I just want to earn some extra money since I seem to have gone through all of my allowance and don't want to call my brother to have him wire me more." He shudders, remembering all the times his brother had made him feel like an idiot, "He's not a very nice brother sometimes." Of course things are a lot better now, but that isn't the point.

"Why dancing?" she nearly demands, hand on hip as she waits for an answer.

He grins, motioning down his body, "I get watched a lot, why not get paid to get watched?"

That seems to startle a chuckle out of her, and she loops their arms together, "Well Sherlock, maybe I can find something else besides dancing. I get the feeling you're actually a private person. So dancing wouldn't work all that well for you."

Over the course of the next week, he gets to know the older woman, Martha Hudson, and her husband Frank. He spends quite a bit of time with her, and in relation, with her husband when he's actually around.

Of course he pays the two boys for their assistance that first day, and uses Martha's computer to figure out where every one of the locations is at so he can gather evidence against the husband. More than that, he falsifies the logs so it appears that they were created by Frank, and asks Jasper to double check his work since hacking isn't his strong suit. Apparently there was only one spot that he was wrong about.

In the process of gathering all this information, he makes a startling discovery, one he hadn't expected: Frank was responsible for the death of two men directly that the police had been trying to find the murderer.

Well then, that's just handy.

It takes another two weeks before he can prove it, and he probably would have forgotten to eat or sleep if not for the subtle reminders from Jasper and Mrs. Hudson occasionally providing food and ordering him to eat.

For some reason, during this time Jim was surprisingly absent. A mildly surprising fact because he knows how much the psychopath doesn't like the heat, it messes with his suits. It's only after he is able to make sure all the evidence is discovered by the police and insure that Frank will get the death penalty that the agent reappears.

"Where have you been?" he queries curiously.

"Waiting for you to get done, I had a few other tasks I could deal with while here." Jim answers lazily. "I see you made a friend."

He's startled by that assessment, even more startled to realize that it's true.

"Give her your number so when she gets back to London she can give you a call, and we can get the hell out of this place." The psychopath suggests.

He just laughs, nodding in agreement. He wants to get home. John's at home and he wants to tell John all about how this case went.

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