The bullet shot, if it was about a millimeter to the left, it would have shot straight through Lestrade's skull.

"Sherlock, you know what I want. don't make me shoot again."

"Sherlock, are you shooting my wall again?"  Mrs. Hudson shouted upstairs.

"No" Sherlock replied.

"Come on, I can't stand here all day, i've got things to do? Is it time to shoot again?"

"I don't know what your on about, please don't shoot" Sherlock begged.

Lestrade looked suprised, he had never seen Sherlock beg before.

The mans phone started to ring.

"Hello, okay, right, you have it, usual place, okay, see you there."

Then the man went to leave.

"Er, excuse me?" said Sherlock.

"Oh, yeah, sorry i've got to go"

Then he left, he skipped downstairs.

"You, just begged" Lestrade said getting up off his knees.

"Yes, I did." He replied.

The door swung back open, It was the man.

"My names Jack, and I believe you'll be seeing allot more of me, Mr. Holmes."

Then he shut the door and left.