"I'm sorry mistress, I didn't mean to- it was an accident."

Y/n sighed as she listened to the begging traitor at her feet.

"Blah blah blah blah blah." She interrupted, walking circles around the uncultured swine.

"You lied to me. You betrayed me. You tried to unmask me. The list goes on!" Her voice was laced with fake exaggeration.

She twirled a pencil in her hand.

"Do you know what I do to people like you..?" She sing songed, stopping behind the man.

She leaned down and whispered.
"I kill them."

********

"He was found on Magic Boulevard this morning. A pencil stabbed through his head." Molly half gagged when she spoke, she'd seen terrible things, but this. This was disturbing. "Who could do such a thing?"

"The Street Magician." Sherlock answered, his interest in the body.

"This is no regular pencil, just designed to look the part." Sherlock muttered these things under his breath. "It's actually made out of-"

"Copper." A new voice replied.

Sherlock half smirked, but it faded as fast as it had appeared.

"Y/n, you may not wanna see this." John said carefully.

"It's okay," she said softly, pulling down the sleeves of her baby blue jumper, "I've seen worse." She made sure to add a small voice crack towards the end.

'Clever' Sherlock thought, continuing to examine the body. He was done, just wanted to see how this played out.

Everyone could practically here the soft gasps of Molly and John. Clearly feeling bad for the innocent being before them.

"Hey John, I don't have any money on me. Could you please get me a water from the machine? I'll return the favor another time." John nodded muttering a small, of course, before exiting.

Molly followed, saying something about being late for a date..?

"What do you deduce Mr. Holmes?" Y/n taunted.

He didn't hesitate to reply. "Smoker, by the burns on his hands and clothes. Obviously not killed in the area the body was found in due the the mud markings on his clothing. He was nervous, his nails are bitten. Late... 20s. Wasn't bound when killed, but didn't put up a fight either."

"Mhmm. And why is he dead?" She giggled pulling the copper 'pencil' out of her victims head.

"Betrayel." He stated, a confident smirk on his face.

She giggled and kissed his cheek. "Keep up the good answers Mr. Holmes, and you'll get more than a  kiss on the cheek." She winked, and sat the pencil down before backing up some.

John walked back in the room with two waters and handed one to Y/n.

He looked between the two, who were staring at one another.

"Did I miss something?"