"Well, why do you then?" John asked her.

"You're too excited", she told him. "Always getting caught up in Sherlock's love life."

Lestrade countered, "You're the one that seems to always be getting caught up in Sherlock's..." He looked at Sherlock and giggled a bit, "Love life."

Emma pouted as Mycroft started in, as well. "My brother getting a girl friend? Highly unlikely, unless he is not as smart as I thought he was."

Emma gasped and Sherlock spoke up to defend himself. "I'm smarter than you think, Mycroft."

Mycroft smiled, "Just not as smart as me."

As Sherlock and Mycroft bickered on and on, John and Lestrade were talking about how it was crazy that Sherlock unofficially had a girlfriend. Also unofficially, a bet was placed on when Sherlock would get a girl, and unofficially, John lost. That explained why Lestrade was so happy.

Officially, though, no one was doing what she brought them all here to do. Talk about the case.

"EVERYONE!" she yelled, getting all eyes on her. "Thank you. Now, like I said, the case."

Sherlock sat down on the couch, the bed sheets lurking a little too low for Emma's liking. She looked at him and then looked away, Sherlock realizing why she did that and pulling up the only means that was keeping it PG. Emma took another sip of tea and started briefing everyone.

"As you all now know, I lied about Sherlock jumping off a building again because I needed you all to come here and didn't think this far into the plan." She looked over at John. "I'm sorry." She started looking around at all of them, informing them once again. "Anyways, like Sherlock said, I brought you all here because I need your help. I won't be able to solve this case alone."

Sherlock sipped his tea and listened intently.

"Whenever you go out, just look around. Take note of anything out of the ordinary. Anyone acting... strange."

"Why?" Sherlock asked for everyone. He already knew the answer, but he knew that John and Lestrade wanted to know and weren't going to ask.

"They are probably the next victim."

"The murderer is going after all the strange things in the world?" John asked. "He'll have a hard time."

"Well, that's what I sort of got from the past five murders, from my interviews. All of the victims were described by their colleagues as... strange", Emma said. "Oh, and about those interviews." She flipped up Lestrade's badge. He immediately touched his belt, where it would have been. Emma tossed it to him, "I sort of needed this to get some answers."

He caught it swiftly. "How did you get this?"

"I bumped into you at work, surely you wouldn't notice, you were staring too intently at your spilled coffee. You always spill your coffee. You really might want to put it down one of these days."

Lestrade put his badge back. Sherlock got up to go on his laptop, but Emma stopped him.

"Before anyone goes, I want to clear one thing up", she pushed Sherlock back onto the couch and stood up, dangling the key. "I cut this key because Sherlock needs me so often and I feel bad for Mrs. Hudson." She put it in her pocket. "That's all." She walked down the stairs and out of the flat.

"So..." John started. "You two aren't...?"

Sherlock got up to go on the laptop.

"I'm surrounded by idiots", Mycroft whispered to himself.

"No", Sherlock confirmed. "Nothing going on between the two of us."

"Well, surely you should have known that she took a key", John realized. "You wouldn't miss that piece of information."

"So?" Sherlock asked him.

"So?" John repeated. "Why didn't you stop her?"

Sherlock didn't look up from the screen. "I knew why she took the key."

"Did you really?" Lestrade joined in. "Or do you just fancy her?"

"Fancying someone is the same as loving someone. It's all just a construct made by the human mind. It's for the weak."

Mycroft and Lestrade started getting up, ready to go back to work and do what Emma told them.

Mycroft was the first to walk out, then Lestrade. John lingered and stayed a while until Sherlock looked up from his laptop.

"For the weak? Or are you just saying that because you don't know what to do with her."

"John, I'm busy", Sherlock continued to type.

"Not busy enough for your friend", again, non stop typing. John ignored this and continued. "Do you like her, or not?"

Sherlock looked up. "It's a construct of the human mind, John, how am I supposed to know?"