221B Baker Street

Sherlock's taxi dropped him off at Baker Street and Sherlock paid the taxi driver with the cash found in Lestrade's wallet that he pickpocket shortly after asking for Lestrade's help with the picture he wanted copies of. Sherlock walked in the door and could tell that Lestrade had taken him up on his offer to follow him. He could hear Mrs. Hudson talking rather loudly about how Sherlock had helped her with an awful marriage by making sure her husband was executed. The smell of tea and fresher baked cookies began to overwhelm Sherlock as he walked upstairs.

"Oh! There he is, I better let you two get to work." Mrs. Hudson exclaimed as Sherlock entered the room. She put down her tea cup and exited the room going to her flat downstairs.

Lestrade got up from his seat and thanked Mrs. Hudson for her company, and then walked over to Sherlock. "Well, we better get started don't you...?"

"Where did you put him?" Sherlock interrupted. He could tell that Lestrade had moved things around to make room for some of the boxes he brought over on the Doctor.

"Put who, where?" Lestrade asked confused.

"Skully, my skull. Where did you put it?" Sherlock began to search around the room opening cupboard doors and throwing things around. Lestrade did not reply, he just stood there watching Sherlock search for his missing skull. It wasn't long before Sherlock found it in the microwave. With a sigh of relief Sherlock put Skully back in his place. "I thought I told you not to touch anything."

"That's what you were looking for; you know that a skull is not an actual person?" Lestrade stated ignoring Sherlock's comment, and pointed at the skull which sat on top on the shelf above the fire place.

"What?" Sherlock asked not really listening to what Lestrade was saying. He began to put up pictures and information that Sherlock thought relevant to the current case on the wall adjacent to the fireplace.

"That skull, you called it a him." Lestrade stated. Sherlock pause what he was doing and turned to face Lestrade. "You are not the only one who can notice things, you know. After all I am a detective."

"If you use the word detective loosely." Sherlock mumbled to himself as he continued to pin pictures and facts on the wall.

Lestrade opened his mount to reply, but said nothing. Instead he looked at his watch. "It is almost 6'o clock. Listen I got to get going. Do you..."

"Good luck with your date night. I do hope you got a nice present for her. Come here back tomorrow and we will continue. Of course I will continue to work throughout the night, but you get the idea. Oh and you might want this back." Sherlock pulled Lestrade wallet out from his coat pocket.

"How did you get this?" Lestrade demanded.

"You are right not to trust me fully yet. I pick pocketed you when I came to ask for help with this picture." Sherlock place the one photo from the tech lady on the wall.

Lestrade looked at Sherlock appalled. He grabbed his coat off the chair he was sitting on and walked towards the door, but then he stopped and turned back to Sherlock. "I could charge you with stealing, I could,"

"You could, but you won't, not until this case is solved. You are already self-conscious about the other officers talking behind your back. What would they say if they found out you arrested me and I was still allowed to work on this case?" Sherlock finally took his coat off and his scarf hanging them up on the hook in the kitchen. "Go, or you'll be late for your date." Not that Sherlock cared if Lestrade was late or not for his date, he just wanted Lestrade out of his flat so Sherlock could concentrate. Lestrade slammed the door, and Sherlock heard squealing tires as a car drove away. Sherlock helped himself to some tea left by Mrs. Hudson and began to get to work.

Oh boy, we are getting close to the good stuff... I can't wait to write it. Hope everyone is enjoying the story, I want to send a special thanks to all who are following this story/me. Certainly hope this is a better story with more details than the first one. Your comments and feedback is always helpful, even if you decide to criticize me. Thanks!