WOW sorry this is late! I just have been loaded with homework! it's been really crazy! but I did most of my homework for tomorrow so I was like "oOoOH free time!!!" :) so I posted this lovely. I hope you enjoy this and vote or you what ever you do. till next time my friends! Look out for the <>!

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DarlaH

I woke up to my phone buzzing on the table beside my bed. Sleep still had its hold on me, but before I knew what I was doing, I was out of my warm bed with the phone up to my ear. "Hello?" I asked groggily.

"Is Sherlock there?" Lestrade said on the other line.

I frowned. I was not about to fetch him for Lestrade. "No, and I just woke up. I suggest if you want to call him, try his phone," I snapped, mad that he woke me up from my sleep when the sun wasn't even out.

"I can't get a hold of him..." his voice trailed off.

"Well sorry, can't help you there," I said, reading to end the call.

"Can you get him on the phone?"

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I guess I was going to have to fetch him against my will. With a long sigh, I opened my door and yelled out, "SHERLOCK!"

It was quiet for a minute and then I heard footsteps coming to me, then Sherlock appeared, soaked from head to toe.

I didn't care why he was wet or what he had been doing. I just wanted to go back to sleep. "Lestrade," I said bluntly, and thrusted out my phone to him.

He took the phone, said, ".... Yes...ok..." with that he hung up the phone and gave it back to me.

A ghost of a smile was clear on his face. We had a job to do. "Lestrade wants us in his office in an hour."

So much for going back to sleep. "Fine," I said as I crossed my arms over my chest.

"You may wonder why I'm wet. You see, I was doing an experiment with how cellphones-"

"I don't really care what you were doing," I cut him off, still in a terrible mood from being woken up. I turned on my heels to get back into my room to change. As I took off my sleep shirt, I saw the massive bruise on my right side, now healing. I took a deep breath and felt my ribs ache. It was going to take a while until they were healed completely.

Two weeks had passed since Zane came around. I still woke up from nightmares about it, but I'm sure Sherlock couldn't hear me from his room. We kept our eyes open to see if he would come back, but he seemed to have vanished. I guessed he had his fun for the time being, but I knew he would be back. But when that happened, I would be ready for him.

After I changed and brushed my teeth, I walked into the kitchen to see a hand in a bowl of ice on the table. "What the hell Sherlock! This is where we eat!" I shouted at him.

"It's for another experiment."

"I don't care! Stick it in your room! I can't sit here and stare at 'Thing' while I eat!" I shouted as I pointed to it. We hadn't had a case in a good two weeks too, enough to get Sherlock bored, and to entertain himself with other things.

Without saying another word, he came up to the table, picked up the bowl and carried to off to his room. Feeling successful that I won the fight, I got a slice of bread and put it in the toaster. I rubbed my eyes from sleep as I waited for the bread to be done. I woke up twice last night from nightmares about Zane, but that was normal now. Full night sleeps were a thing of the past as I struggled with feeling safe again.

"Long night?" Sherlock asked as he rummaged around the fringe for something to eat.

"No," I lied to him.

"I heard you get a glass of water."

"I was thirsty."

"they're just dreams, that's all they are. Keep that in mind." And with he walked out of the kitchen and got his coat on.

"I told you I was just thirsty," I shouted at him as if he believed it.

The ride to Scotland yard was quiet like normal. He had nothing to say to me and I likewise. I kept my nose to the window as I watched the people that we passed, walking on the sidewalks all bundled up like Eskimos for the winter in the mild winter of London.

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"So this is the lovely women Cara Dewitt," Lestrade said as he showed Sherlock and me a photo of the beautiful women smiling under the sun. "I received this photo in my email the other day ago, I thought little of it but within a few hours ago I got this photo from the same sender." He explained as he gave us another photo to look at. This time the same woman lay on the floor, open eyed, staring blankly at the camera, dead.

"Looks like we have a psycho that like to take photos," I stated.

"A little more than that, with this photo I got a text saying that every day will be a new one unless we stop him."

"What kind of idiot would play this? Does he want to get caught?" I asked, even though I knew the answer. I didn't understand these kinds of people, but I knew Zane was much like this person toying with Lestrade.

"He's bored," Sherlock stated.

"No normal person kills because they're bored, they solve puzzles, watch TV...." my voice trailed off. If he was killing, he hardly was sane. I thought back to Zane, he did what he did to have fun to avoid being bored. There were people in the world that did this and I couldn't let them out on the street like this, they needed to be stopped.

"I want you two to look over these photos, see if you can get anything out of it. I'll let you know when another photo like this comes in," Lestrade said, and handed me the photos. I took one and handed the other to Sherlock.

Later that day, we went back to the flat to try to think in silence.

"That's it! I found what's off!" Sherlock shouted suddenly from the kitchen.

I was in the living room, jumped when he broke the silence, causing the lock pick I was holding behind my back to undo the handcuffs around my wrist to slip and fall to the ground. "Damn it," I mumbled as I tried to feel around to where the pick was.

Sherlock walked over to me and picked the lock pick up and handed it to me without a word.

"Thanks," I mumbled as I fiddled with the pick until I heard a click. A smile came to my face as my hands loosened. I figured it out, and it only took me eight minutes this time.

"What is the purpose of this again?" Sherlock asked as I rubbed my wrists.

"This is what I do to stop me from becoming bored," I said, not telling him the whole truth about why I was doing this. I was training myself to be well versed in how to get out of all situations.

"I knew there was something off in this photo. Look," he said and showed me the picture of the pretty women. I had already looked at this photo for a good hour and didn't find anything out of place.

"I'm not seeing anything."

"No, but look closely, see in the corner, it's faded it has a yellow tint to it."

I already saw that, but I wasn't sure myself what it meant. "Great, but that doesn't tell us anything."

"It gives us a start." And as soon as he said that, my phone rang. I picked it out of my pocket. I looked at the caller ID and saw that it was Lestrade. Without even answering it, I handed it to Sherlock. We both knew that he rather talk to him anyhow. I was sure that he would never really like me.

"Sherlock," Sherlock said in his deep voice. He paused, listening to the voice on the other side. "Be there in ten." And hung up the phone and handed back to me.

"Let me guess? Another woman in his email?"

"This time, a young man," he said and got his coat on.

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"This is the email I got," Lestrade said as he hand both of us a copy as we stood in his office. It had a young man's picture from the nose up and by the look of his green eyes, he was smiling. His brown hair was parted on the side and styled with jell. But just his eyes alone, he looked a little younger than me. Below the photo was a small note, "tick tock, time's running up and down the hall, Shhh the man says to the boys as he turns out the light for the night. Till next day, that's when the fun starts."

I blocked everything that wasn't important out of my mind as I thought about this. Time is running up and down the hall... what could this stand for. Time is running up, out? What could down mean? Down the hall? And a man that says shh. Could this mean he was a school age boy. What if he was in a boarding school...."Rori, what do you think?" Lestrade said loudly to me.

"What?" I said as I shook my head to clear it. He looked pissy, he probably had been talking to me for a while now and I toned him out.

"What do you think of this?"

"Well, whatever it is, we're on a clock, that's easy. I think he's giving us a head start too, tomorrow the time start counting down, and when time runs out...." I said as my voice trailed off as I looked at Sherlock. He had a look like he was brooding.

"Holmes? What is your say in the matter?" Lestrade asked him, not happy with my answer.

"I think what Rori said was right. Although I have a thought to add, we need to find a boarding school."

"Yeah, ok? Where do we go from there?"

"Can I look up Cara Dewitt again? All her information?" I asked Lestrade.

"Yeah, sure, use my computer," he said and gestured to his computer behind a steel and unfriendly looking desk. I walked over to it and sat down to see her information was already up. Good, I didn't have to fake not knowing how to get on the database. I scanned through it. She went to an all-girls school, graduated in 2006, had no siblings. I sighed and got up from the seat. "That's all, thank you."

"I want you two to try to find where this boy could be, and I'll have my team do the same."

I did a small head nod to him and then walked out of the room.