Sherlock and Sarah got in a cab. Sarah convinced herself that she wasn't falling for Lesrade, she had a boyfriend. Sherlock gave the adress to Molly's.

"I've been getting text's"

"Okay, so have I, my dad text's me all the time, so does my boyfriend, what's your point?"

"This is what i've been wanting to speak to you about, The murderer has been texting me."

"Sherlock, Why are you telling me this, I hardly know you. We've lived together for just over three weeks and the only thing i know about you is that you do things for the police, you have a brother and that your scary as when your angry. But your still taking me on cases aand to go and collect your best friend. why?"

"Well, I don't know, and it's hardly my fault that you haven't been speaking to me for the past week."

"Hardly your fault, It's all your fault,"

"How was it my fault?"

"Well, it wasn't mine, your just an arragant little sod. That's another thing i know about you Sherlock, you think your the best because you see things better. It's hardly something to be proud of" Sarah said

Then she asked the taxi driver to stop.

"Where are you going?" Sherlock asked.

"Well, It's hardly your business is it? But if you really must know, I'm going to my Boyfriends, When your ready to appolagise, text me and i'll come back. until then, goodbye."

Then she slammed the door of the cab shut and stormed off.