sorry about deleting the other kagehina fic, i lost interest.

~Alex

221B Baker Street was the place. Sherlock was his name. Everyone in London knew the infamous Sherlock Holmes and his assistant, John Watson. If you had a case, he'd solve it. Although he worked mainly for the police since they provided murders. Sherlock and John were currently at the top of a famous Hotel, where a man laid naked and dead, wrapped in pink sheets. It was Valentines Day. The man's name was Charles Carbine.

Sherlock and John arrived to the scene, and Sherlock assesed it. 

"Looks like poisoning. The man was poisoned oraly. The lady made her escape in the middle of intercourse." Sherlock said. He crounched down onto the floor, and pulled a mini black light out of his coat pocket. He scanned the ground, and Lestrade and the others saw the highlited spots leading towards the window.

"So she jumped out the window?" Lestrade asked dumbfounded. John opened the door for him, and Sherlock scanned the patio. The spots stopped on the patio ledge.

"She jumped off the balcony. So she must be dead." Anderson voiced. Sherlock sighed and pocketed the light.

"Stop talking. You're lowering the IQ of the entire nation, Anderson." Sherlock hushed him.

"Do you think it was faked?" John asked. Sherlock looked into his eyes.

"Like she purposely dripped the substance around to the patio to throw the police off?" Sherlock thought. Somewhat as a statement and a question.

John nodded. "It makes sense. Recently some of the recent criminals are trying to throw you off since they know you come to every juicy scene. Maybe be tried to throw you off by dripping it to the patio."

Sherlock looked around. "You might actually be right. If it was coming from her, then there would be splotches. But there are only dripps. Like she purposely dripped something across the floor. That would also explain her clothes being gone. Well done John." Sherlock praised him. Lestrade got some people to swab the areas, and Sherlock looked around the drawers.

He found a bottle of Viagra pills. He sniffed the inside of the container and quickly closed the container. He held up the bottle.

"Here is your murder weapon. Cyanide pills in the disguise of Viagra." He told Lestrade. He had Anderson bag it up, and John looked around the body. His eyes were open and bloodyshot. He looked into his mouth, and saw a lot of residue on the roof of his mouth.

"It looks like the pills got stuck on the roof of his mouth, and the pill dissolved into his mouth. Most likely someone shoved it into his mouth, and he didn't have a chance to swallow it." John said. Sherlock inspected the man's mouth, and saw lipstick residue around his lips. He looked down his throat and got an idea.

"Viagra pills and Cyanide pills look completely different from the other. The man didn't take the pill willingly since it wasn't even blue. That means it was forced into his mouth. But the woman did not use her hand because the lipstick would've smudged. Which means it was forced down his mouth another way." Sherlock deducted.

He looked around. He got another idea.

"Lestrade. Do you have a hard candy I could have?" Sherlock asked. Lestrade looked through his pockets, and pulled out a hard candy wrapped in pink paper. "Come here for a moment." Sherlock told John. He walked over in front of Sherlock.

"You like these, don't you? I remember you like strawberry sweets." Sherlock commented. He popped the candy into his mouth, and pulled John towards him. Their lips connected, and John froze. He felt something shove into his mouth, and Sherlock stepped back. John felt the candy stuck to the top of his mouth. He spat it out into the garbage.

"What the hell was that?!" John shouted at him suprised. Sherlock looked at the candy in the trash.

"Just as I thought. I left the candy dry on one side, and the dryness stuck to the roof of your mouth." Sherlock said to himself. Lestrade was dumbfounded.

"What the hell just happened?!" Lestrade exclaimed. Sherlock sighed.

"I was testing out my theory. She could've shoved the pill into his mouth without him knowing. If she did it quickly, the pill would've stuck to the mouth, and leave her without any residue. So she would be safe, and the man would die." Sherlock explained.

"But did you have to kiss me to prove it?" John asked increduously. Sherlock was exiting the room.

"It was an eperiment. Come on. We're done here for right now. We've got an appointment." Sherlock said. John sighed, but followed him out of the hotel, into a cabby, and up the stairs of their shared apartment.

"Could you have waited until we got home? Instead of doing it infront of the entire police department." John complained as they walked up the stairs.

"What are you embarrased?" Sherlock tutted. "Plus it doesn't matter because we have someone waiting in the living room." He added.

"Well it could've waited until after the appointment." John said.

"I could not because I would've forgotten." Sherlock excused. They walked past the woman sitting in the waiting chair, and into the kitchen.

"You're memory is perfect, you would'nt've forgotten." John said impatiently.

"Exactly." Sherlock finished. He swung into the living room, and sat in his thinking chair. John followed exasperated, and sat down across from him.

"Go on. What do you want?" Sherlock told the woman. She shifted uncomfortably, but started.

"My husband has gone missing. I don't know where he is. He left to go to work, but when I called in to check, he was no where to be seen. He'd never leave unexpectedly. I just know something bad happened to him." She explained. John wrote everything down lazily.

"And what was your husband's name?" John asked.

"Charles Carbine." She told them. John remembered the name and stopped writing.

"Charles Carbine? Are you sure?" He asked again. She nodded.

"I regret to inform you that we just came back from the murder scene of Charles Carbine, your husband. He went missing, but it was so he could spend it with another. He had a Valentines Day Hotel reservation made with another woman, who killed him. I'm sorry you had to find out this way." Sherlock told the woman. She had a completely blank face. She started to cry, and John handed her some tissues.

"How could he do this to me?" She cried. Sherlock became bored, and left to get some tea. John tried to help a little.

"Has he ever cheated before? Do you know any names you could give us?" John asked politely. She nodded.

"He cheated once before. With some woman who works in the police morgue. Molly I think was her name. Caught her in the act a year back." She told him. John wrote this down. Could it be Molly Hooper? He thought.

"Well we will get right on with this, and find whoever killed your husband. Be expecting a call from the authorities soon." John told her. He escorted her out of the building, and locked their doors for the day.

"I expect you heard everything." John said to Sherlock. John opened the fridge, moved a jar of eyes to the side, and grabbed the milk. He warmed it up, and sat down with the cup.

"Molly is far too dense and clumsy to be a killer. She forgets her left from her right from time to time." Sherlock told John. Sherlock laid on the couch, and went into his mind palace.

"Going in for a little land scaping?" John asked.

"Yes." Was all Sherlock said. John remained quiet, reading the newspaper, and looking over the notes. He reflected a little about the day, and about the week. He started to enjoy Sherlock's palace moments. Everything was quiet enough for him to think as well.

'Why didn't Sherlock just stick a candy to a corpses mouth and test it out? Was it enough that people already think we're dating, and he had to kiss me in front of Lestrade's team like that.' John thought to himself. His mind was buzzing with a million thoughts.

"John." Sherlock called to get John's attention.

"Yes." He responded.

"I do value your opinion when we go to scenes. I hope you know that." Sherlock said, his eyes still closed. John smiled.

"Now I know. Thank you." John thanked. It was one of the first times he's ever given him a sincere compliment. Along with one other time, awhile ago.

The two sat quietly for a couple of hours, and thought about the case. John headed up to bed early that night, while Sherlock stayed in his mind palace throughout the night.