Once again I found myself on the same street where the Welfore's lived. As I lead Sherlock to her house, I stopped as I realized I didn't want to go back to the Welfore's house and deal with all of those emotions again.

Without realizing I stopped, Sherlock pressed onward. As much as I did not want to go, I knew Sherlock was not the person for a grieving lady. I needed to be there to control him. As I followed him past the house that the Welfore family lived on, I raised my eyebrows. I thought we were going to talk to her and now I did not know where we were going. If we were not talking to the mother, we had to be talking to the gang and they should be close to here.

"I did a case with the gang before," he said as he turned onto a street then walked into a café.

"They can't own this." I said as I looked around at all the little decorations on the pink walls. Out of all the run-ins I've had with gangs, it was always in gritty places, but this looked like it was owned by a grandmother.

We weren't even there for a minute until a man came up to us. "Holmes, you're not welcome here," a man said as he cracked his knuckles. He was a short man, only about 2 inches talker than me, but the way he stood with his legs firmly grounded said that he was a man of power and the many gold rings on his hands proved it.

"Bob, we need to talk," Sherlock said and smiled pleasantly at him.

"Not with you, no," he stated and then crossed his arms over his chest.

"Fine, take her." Sherlock thrusted me in front of him.

"What?" I said in shock as I looked back at Sherlock. He had to not be serious. What on earth was he thinking? Leaving me alone with them? This was why he wanted me to come. I was going to be his shield.

He was quiet for a minute, which made me feel uncomfortable. This man was seeing what I would do, if I was going to see past him like Sherlock. I looked at Sherlock to see if his face gave me any clues about what he was thinking, but all his face said to me was to wait.

I was mad that Sherlock even suggest this. He and I both knew that I could hold my own, but that was beside the point. He didn't ask me beforehand. I should just leave right now, but there was something in his face that told me otherwise. He looked confidently at me as if he knew I could do great things.

"Fine, you need to leave though," the man finally said to Sherlock.

Without saying another word, Sherlock walked out of the store and down the road.

I watched him leave and when he was out of sight, I looked back at Bob. "Don't you dare touch me," I stated fiercely to him.

"Wow, he's got a feisty companion. Trust me, we're not like that. We like cooking now," he said and looked around at his little café.

I rolled my eyes at him. Yeah right, every gang has a front, and this was theirs. No matter how miss leading this was, he was the bad guy in this story and my gut told me that much.

"What do you want to ask me? I have five minutes," Bob said and took a seat at the nearest table.

"Why don't you like to talk to Sherlock, but you will talk with me?"

He said nothing for a minute, but I knew what the answer was. Sherlock could pick apart untold secrets. He could know he was up to something. But he didn't know me. If he thought I would be like John, he was wrong since I was nothing like him and I could do the same that Sherlock could. "I rather not say. Next question."

"Do you know this man?" I said and took out a picture of Luke from my pocket.

"Nope, can't say I can. Now, if that's all you wanted, you can leave now," he said with a faint smile on his face. His face was calm, like he was talking to a friend, but I could feel his left foot going up and down at a fast pace under the table.

That's when I smiled back at him. "You know, I'm pretty good at reading people, just like Sherlock. Your face is calm, but you're moving your foot around like you're afraid something will come out. That's why you set me at a time limit. You didn't want to dig yourself a hole with your words, but you know your body motions are just a dangerous." His cool composer slowly went downhill as his confident look faded. He turned his head a centimeter to the left, which I followed to see the door where he came from. Gosh, he was making this too easy for me. "You knew Luke. He worked for you. And he borrowed money from you, didn't he? Then he ran off, but you went hunting for him and you found him a couple of days ago and killed him."

"You don't have any proof that I did it," he said as a little of his confidence returned to his face.

"No, I don't, but I do smell a faint smell of something making its way to the front of this café. Crack is it? Or is it a little stronger than that? You know, one call to the heath inspector will sort this all out..." I said as I got out my phone.

"Stop. Ok I'll spill," he said to me as he raised his hands to show he wanted me to stop.

"Good man."

"He did barrow money from me a while ago, maybe like six years ago? And he stopped paying it off suddenly about two years ago. I looked for him but never could find him. I had other things on my mind, so I just gave up. So for two years there was no word of anything, but then suddenly two months ago there was a lead and it got out of control. He killed him, but it wasn't on my command, you hear? I didn't tell him that Luke should be killed." He explained to me as he tried his best to remain innocent in this conversation.

"What is his name?" I asked calmly even though I was full of excitement.

He let out a shaky breath. He was afraid of something still. "His brother, Raymond Welfore. He's crazy, that one is. The whole family's mad," he said and got up from his chair. "I think we're done here."

"Yes, I think we are." I nodded to him as I got up from my chair and walked out of the café. I couldn't believe that the two brothers were in the gang. What hurt my heart was that one of them killed the other. I got back to the Tube entrance, expecting to see Sherlock waiting for me but he was nowhere to be seen. I picked up my phone and texted him.

Me: where are you?

Sherlock: at home.

Me: why didn't you wait for me? I have no money for the tube.

I waited for 15 minutes to get a reply, but nothing came. Anger washed over me. He knew I had no way to get back and no money to pay for a ride. If I tried to walk it, it would take me all night long. I walked around angrily at the entrance of the Tube station, wondering what I should do, but then realized no one was watching me and so I didn't have to follow the rules.

I walked up to a man with a suit and picked his back pocket easily, like I used to do. It was like second nature to me, and I doubt he even felt anything. I hadn't done something like that in so long, and it was just like getting back on a bike. I looked around me to see a bunch of people dressed well. It was rush hour and I could easily pick up 200 dollars from this stop alone. I walked up to a woman this time and stuck my hand down her purse and took out her Coach wallet.

I walked away from the Tube stop and peeped through the first wallet and found a 20 pond note. I frowned at it, expecting more but then again, no one carried bank notes anymore. I pulled out the money and stuffed it in my pocket, then tossed the wallet on the ground where someone else would find it and then walked off. A little off from where I tossed the first wallet, I looked through the Coach wallet and pulled out 100 pounds. Now this is what I was looking for. Satisfied with what I got, tossed the wallet in the trash, got a ticket for Baker Street, and some snack food from a vender for the way home.

By the time I got out of the tube on Baker street, it was raining. I sprinted home but by time I ended up on the front door I was soaked. If he didn't leave me, this wouldn't have happened. I fiddled with the keys until I got into the house and stomped upstairs, ready to give Sherlock a piece of my mind.

"You infuriate me. I hope you know that," I said as I walked into Sherlock's flat. I looked at him with a frown as he stood on his head with his back against the wall. "Should I even ask?"

"You know, a small group of monks in the Himalayans do this to become one with their body and be more open to ideas."

"Oh yeah, because making all your blood rush to your head is always such a smart idea," I said sarcastically to him.

"What did you find out?"

"That Luke's brother killed him."

"Name?"

"Raymond Welfore."

"Good, I was right."

I frowned at him. I hated him. He made me run in circles to amuse himself. "Then why do I even need to help you?"

"I need you, more than you would believe." He moved into a sitting position. "Let's call Lestrade. we need to find Raymond."

"If you knew it was him, why didn't you find him yet?"

"I was waiting on you."

I rolled my eyes as he got out his phone and texted Lestrade. I could not understand his thinking and did I want to understand it? No.

"He'll meet us at the station. He's already there for questioning." Sherlock said, then went back to stand on his head again.

I nodded, then changed my wet clothes, then followed Sherlock back outside. This time, we took a cab to get to the police station.

"Rori, come on now." Sherlock said as he opened the front door to the tall, looming building.

I shook my head to clear all the terrible memories I had of this place and walked through halls and up a flight of stairs. Soon we found ourselves in this little room with a window looking at a man with his hands in cuffs.

"We've been going about this for an hour or two, he won't speak," Lestrade said to us as we looked through a blacked-out window at a mid 20's man in the room over. He looked like his brother and I recognized him from the pictures at his mother's house. He looked so sad, like he was in pain. I didn't understand why. He made the move to kill. He shouldn't be a acting like this, unless he was an excellent actor.

"Give it a go." Lestrade said, causing me and Sherlock to look at him simultaneously. "I mean, Holmes."

Without saying a word, Sherlock walked into the room to talk to Raymond. Everything was brisk and I wondered what his goal was in doing this.

"What are you? Some psychopath that likes to kill family members?" Sherlock asked.

He looked at Sherlock and then looked down at the table again, saying nothing.

For the next 15 minutes Sherlock tried his best to break him, but Raymond never said a word. I knew he wouldn't though, while Sherlock was busy doing what he thought was the best way to get information out of him, I was thinking of another plan. I had played what Raymond was playing before. It works well if the cops don't have any solid proof. The only downside was you would be here for hours. But a part of me didn't think he played a game, but that he was truly sad.

From all the pictures I saw at his mother's house, it looked like he was the youngest. What if because he was the youngest, they shoved him under the rug; he wasn't loved enough? What if in that one moment he thought it would be just easier to kill his brother, not only for his family, but for his gang? Maybe then he would take his place in the family tree and get a promotion. Instead of that, though, he got kicked out of his gang and his mother is just too sad about Luke that she doesn't care about Raymond. His entire plan backfired and now he had nothing.

"That's it!" I shouted, causing the Inspector to jump and look at me with a questionable look on his face.

"What?"

"I want to talk to him."

He shook his head at me. "Newbies don't get that privilege."

"Oh, and Sherlock is doing such a good job at this moment." I rolled my eyes as I tried to prove my point. "Five minutes."

He thought about it and, with a sigh, tapped on the glass to call Sherlock out. "Five minutes, no more."

"Thank you."

"Lestrade, I almost got it out of him," Sherlock said as he came out of the room.

"Let's face it, Sherlock, you have gotten .0 from when you first came in. It's my turn now," I said, being a little cocky. But I could because I knew I could do this. Unlike Sherlock, I understood the feeling of not being loved. I understood what it felt like to do terrible things because of it.

I took a deep breath, and I walked into the room. I needed to be soft and kind to him. He was fragile. Raymond looked as sad as ever as he looked at the table. "Raymond?" I asked softly.

He looked up at me and then looked back down at the table.

I took a seat across from him and sighed. "It's ok, you don't have to talk to me. But I know you can hear me," I said and paused, thinking about what to say next. He was broken and one word out of place could mess this all up. I needed to be precise, but careful. I hadn't tried that for more than eight months and knew I would be rusty. "I know why you did it." He said nothing back to me so I continued, "I know how it feels to be not loved, to be pushed off to the side like you're nothing." I paused, waiting for him to say something.

"You don't understand anything!" He shouted at me after about a minute of silence went by.

I shook my head. "That's were you wrong, I do. What did your mum say when you told her that her greatest son died? She was always proud of him more than you, wasn't she?"

"I tried to be like him, I did. I tried so hard, but in the end it was never enough."

<>

"Why did you do it then?"

"I, I just wanted to be loved," he said, his voice cracking. His brown hair covered his face as he looked at the table, but I knew he had tears in his eyes. "I thought that if he was gone, I would take his place and I would get a better job in the gang. I would be more successful. Nothing turned out right."

I looked back at the mirror where the captain and Sherlock were. I flaunted a small smile. This would show them. Next time, I wanted to be the first person to go in for questioning. Five minutes was all I needed.

I thought back to the day when I saw Luke dead in the stairway. He used money to kill him, but how? I closed my eyes and thought about how the stairwell looked. What was out of place? I couldn't think of anything. It all seemed normal when I went there. I thought about the how I went up the stairs and how the railing was grooved. Like a knife was dug into the middle of it. "The railing, you killed him by just letting go of a coin on the 10th floor. Just one coin as he was about to go up. How did you manage that?" A kill like that had to take precision, and I wasn't sure if he was capable of that.

He looked up at me with tears running down his face. "A knife, twiddling down the steps, it must have taken a year for that." I said and got up from my seat. It all made sense now. "Good night Raymond Welfore."

I walked out of the room and back to Lestrade and Sherlock. Lestrade had a shocked look like it amazed him while Sherlock's face was blank and unreadable.

"There you go." I shrugged to them. "Can I go now?"

"Sure, I'll get one of my men to take you home."

"No, I'll just take the Tube," I said and walked out of the room.

I thought about Raymond as I rode home. I couldn't believe that I did that for the cops. I worked with them to put a criminal behind bars. I swore I would never help them, but in that moment I couldn't help myself. I saw what he was doing, and I understood it. It was like a puzzle and I couldn't stop myself from completing it. I could feel myself changing and I wasn't sure if I liked it or not.

I walked home in the dark, but I was fine with that. I used to wonder about the streets at night all the time to clear my mind. It was nice to be out when no one was in your way, distracting you. When no one was out, that was when I liked London the most.

It was cold, all the leaves had fallen off the trees by now. It was only a month away from Christmas. The best memories I had from my life with my mum had been from Christmas. It seemed like the only part of the year where she would care for me like a normal mum would. That might have been because she was drunk a lot of that time during Christmas.

I walked into 221 baker street flat quietly hoping that Miss Hudson wouldn't hear me and luckily she didn't. I went to my room and got the paper that had Luke's case on it. Case was solved. I felt sorry for him. if I didn't say anything he wouldn't be going to jail. Now it was all over. He would be lucky if his own mother would say goodbye to him. 

hey hey!

Ok so I just wanted to gave a quick A/N. man it's be a crazy week for me. I registered for classes for college so that's cool. International business with a minor in French! WHOO! can't wait to start! :) oh I also saw Skyfall! (finally) it was so AMAZING! my favorite so far!

ok, well I have never done a mystery like this and I would really like your input. is the mystery to long? hard to follow?

well I'm out, have to do some more stuff on this lovely Sunday.