"Sherlock?" Alex said after about an hour of Sherlock crossing off things and putting pictures on the wall behind the couch.

"Hm?" Sherlock said.

"Would you talk to John again?" Alex asked.

"I think he made his disposition quite clear." Sherlock said. "You were there, Alex."

"What did he say?" Mrs. Hudson asked.

"F-"

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"Cough." John ordered his patient. 

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"Oh dear!" Mrs. Hudson said.

A few hours later, Molly walked into the flat. Alex remembered that Molly had helped to fake Sherlock's death and a grudge overcame her. Alex stared at her book intently when Molly waved at her. Molly tilted her head and then turned to Sherlock.

"You wanted to see me?" She said.

"Yes! Molly." Sherlock said, walking foreward.

"Yes?" Molly said.

"Would you...would you like to solve crimes?" Sherlock asked at the same Molly said, "Have dinner?"

Alex fought back a laugh. She was still mad at Molly. Why hadn't Molly just told her about Sherlock? Things were going to be very different between them from now on. Sherlock sat in his chair and Alex sat on the arm of it. She refused to look at Molly.

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John's intercom beeped and he answered it. "Hi."

"Mrs. Reeves." Mary said. "Thrush."

John hung his head. "Right."

Mary sent her in a few minutes later. John typed the new infermation about her into his computer and then turned around.

"Absolutely nothing to be ashamed of, Mrs. Reeves. It's very common." John said, writing a prescription. "But I'm recommending a course of-"

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"Monkey glands, but enough about Professor Presbury." Sherlock said. "Tell us more about your case, Mr. Harcourt."

"You sure about this?" Molly asked. "Are you sure you don't want just Alex?"

"Absolutely." Sherlock said.

"Should I be making notes?" Molly asked.

"If it makes you feel better." Sherlock said.

"It's just that that's what John says he does." Molly said. "So if I'm being John-"

"You're not being John, you're being yourself." Sherlock said.

Molly smiled and blushed a little as she turned her head away. Alex fought back a grin. Sherlock certainly had learned a lot since Alex had moved in."

"Well, absolutely no one should have been able to empty that bank account other than myself and Helen." Mr. Harcourt, who was consulting them with his wife said. Sherlock looked him over.

"Why didn't you assume it was your wife?" He asked, getting up and standing directly in front of Mr. Harcourt.

"Because I've always had total faith in her." Mr. Harcourt said. 

"No, it's because you emptied it." Sherlock said. "Weight loss, hair dye, Botox, affair, lawyer." Sherlock handed a card to Helen. "NEXT!"

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"Mr. Blake. Piles." Mary said, bringing another paitent in.

"Mr. Blake, hi." John smiled after glancing at the clock.

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Sherlock clasped one of his clients hands in his hand. He looked at her sympathetically. 

"And your pen-pal's emails just stopped, did they?" He asked. The girl nodded through her tears. Molly jotted something down on her notepad. "And you really thought he was the one, didn't you? The love of your life?" Sherlock glared at her stepfather. He got up and went over to Molly and Alex. "Stepfather posing as online boyfriend."

"What?" Alex breathed.

"Breaks it off, breaks her heart. She swears off relationships, stays at home." Sherlock said. If anyone had done this to Alex, he would have killed them. "He still has her wage coming in. Mr. Windibank, you have been a complete and utter-"

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"Piss pot." John said, handing a tiny jar to his patient. "It's nothing to worry about, just a small infection by the sound of it. Dr. Verner is your usual GP, yes?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. He looked after me, man and boy." The man said in a deep, Russain accent. John tilted his head. The man motioned for him to come closer. "I run a little shop just on the corner of Church Street."

"Oh." John said.  He was thinking, This is so Sherlock. "Oh my God... Sherlock."

"What?" The man said.

"What do you want?" John asked.

"Huh?" The man said.

"Have you come to torment me?" John asked.

"What are you talking about?" The man asked.

"What are you talking about?" John imitated in a Russian accent. "What, do you think I'm going to be fooled by this bloody beard?" 

"You're crazy!" The man said.

John mocked him in a Russian accent. "It's not as good as your French! Not as good as your French! It's not even a good disguise, Sherlock! Where'd you even get it from, a bloody joke shop?" (I always cringe/laugh while watching this) John ripped the man's hat and sunglasses off. He realized very quickly that it wasn't Sherlock. "Oh...oh my God. I-I am so sorry. Oh my God." Mary walked in the room and gave her boyfriend a confused look and then walked out.

"It's fine." The man said quietly.

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"This one's got us all baffled." Lestrade said, ripping off the yellow police tape on a door.

"Hm, I don't doubt it." Sherlock said.

Lestrade opened the door and Sherlock, Molly, and Alex all walked down to a small, round room. Lestrade turned on several blue lights. There was a skeleton in a chair. Sherlock pulled out his pocket microscope and started looking around. He smelled cedar and saw that there were new mothballs. He sniffed a little more and confirmed fire damage.

"What is it?" Molly asked. "You're onto something, aren't you?"

"Maybe." Sherlock said. "Alex, come here."

Alex walked up to Sherlock. "What?"

"Tell me what you smell. I want a second opinon, it's usful sometimes." Sherlock said.

"I smell...smoke. Maybe fire damage. I also smell...a forestry smell. Like pine or something similar." Alex said.

"I was right then." Sherlock said.

Show off. John's voice said in his brain.

"Shut up, John." Sherlock muttered.

"What?" Molly said.

"Nothing." Sherlock said.

"This going to be your new arrangement, is it?" Lestrade asked, nodding to Molly and Alex.

"Just giving it a go." Sherlock said. "Alex and I are together though, so that's permanent."

"Right." Lestrade said. "And John?"

"Not really in the picture anymore." Sherlock said.

He stepped away from the skeleton. There was a rumbling noise and some dust and loose rubble fell from the ceiling. Alex looked up.

"Trains?" She asked.

"Trains." Sherlock confirmed.

Molly started examining the body herself. "Male, 40 to 50. Oh, sorry did you want to..."

"Oh, please, be my guest." Sherlock said.

You jealous? His inner "Johnolouge" asked.

"Shut up!" Sherlock muttered.

"It doesn't make sense!" Molly said.

"What doesn't?" Lestrade asked.

"This skeleton, it can't be more than..." Molly started.

"Six months old." Alex and Sherlock said at the same time.

Sherlock opened one of the desk drawers. There was a large, hardcover book in it. Sherlock blew the dust that had coated it off. He presented it to Molly and Alex.

"Wow..." Molly breathed. Sherlock dropped it on top of the desk.

"How I Did It, by Jack the Ripper!" Lestrade read out loud, grinning.

"That's impossible!" Alex said.

"Welcome to my world." Sherlock said.

Smart arse. John said. Sherlock muttered something inaudible.

"I won't insult your intelligence by explaining it to you." Sherlock said.

"No, please, insult away!" Lestrade said.

You fogot to put your collar up. John said in Sherlock's head.

"The corpse is...is six months old. It's dressed in a shoddy Victorian outfit from a museum." Sherlock said. "It's been displayed on a dummy for many years, in a case facing southeast, judging from the fading of the fabric. It was sold off in a fire damage sale a week ago."

"So the whole thing was a fake?" Lestrade said.

"Yes." Sherlock said.

"Looked so promising." Lestrade said.

"Facile." Sherlock said, walking up the stairs. 

"Why would someone go to all that trouble?" Molly called.

"Why indeed, John!" Sherlock said.

They were going to the man who had left the hat at 221B's house next. They were walking, since it wasn't very far. It was snowing outside. Alex trailed behind and Molly fell into step beside her.

"Are you mad at me?" Molly asked.

"Yes." Alex said.

"What did I do?" Molly asked, tilting her head.

"Don't act like you don't know." Alex said.

"I really don't know." Molly said. Alex gave Molly a look and nodded to Sherlock. "Oh..."

"You could have told me. I can keep a secret." Alex said.

"I know, I know!" Molly said. "I'm sorry! I really am, Alex!"

"I forgive you, but I'm still mad at you." Alex said. She half-jogged to catch up with Sherlock. 

"You must be cold." Sherlock said.

"A little." Alex said.

Sherlock wrapped his arm around Alex's shoulders. Alex nuzzled Sherlock's shoulder and kissed him on the cheek. Molly sighed. Alex probably hated her now. Sherlock had his cheek resting on Alex's head. They arrived at the flat of the man and rang the doorbell. When he opened it, Sherlock presented the hat to him

"Thanks for hanging onto it." He said.

"No problem." Sherlock said. "So, what's all this about, Mr. Shilcott?"

"My girlfriend's a big fan of yours." Mr. Shilcott said.

"Girlfriend?" Sherlock scoffed, looking at Alex and Molly. Alex found it hard to believe that this man had a girlfriend too. Mr. Shilcott turned to look at him. "Sorry, do go on."

"I like trains." Mr. Shilcott said. Alex was instantly reminded of ASDF movies.

"Yes." Sherlock said. Alex's phone chimed. It was a text from John. He wanted to meet her at the flat.

"Sherlock, I have to go." She said. "John wants to meet me. I'll see you later."

"Okay. Bye." Sherlock kissed her on the cheek. 

"Bye, Alex!" Molly said. 

"Bye!" Alex said. "I'll text you later, 'kay?"

"Okay." Molly nodded, relieved Alex didn't seem too mad at the moment.

Alex went back to the flat and waited for her brother. She looked out the window and saw him looking at the door hesitantly. A man walked right into his shoulder and didn't even apologize. John turned to look at him, baffled.

"Excuse you." He said.

Another man came up behind John and stuck a syringe filled with a drug in his neck. Alex gaped.

"JOHN!" She yelled. "I'M COMING, HOLD ON!"

Alex grabbed her coat and ran outside. Everything seemed to be in slow motion as she ran down the flight of stairs.

"John, please hold on!" She willed. She ran outside and jumped the man. "LET MY BROTHER GO!"

The man turned and stabbed her with the syringe. Her reflexes slowed and her muscles relaxed as she fell to the ground, unable to move. She couldn't talk either. Her eyes slowly closed as she lost conciousness.

Sherlock, help me... This was her last thought before she slipped into darkness.

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I'm so tired and so full of food... My Lit. Teacher took the school paper out to Circa 57 (a 50's style resturant) during eighth period today and I was on a sugar high because I had like 5 milkshakes and root beer.