BTW you don't have to read this. I'm just posting it so that it won't leave the story hanging. I'm working on the next SCULDER update! Sorry guys. :(

The next day, Sherlock brought Mulder to John and Dana to introduce him. "Hey guys." Mulder said, shuffling his feet nervously.

"Hi Fox," Dana smiled warmly at him and Mulder stiffened.

"Call me Mulder please, Scully."

"Uh, alright Mulder," She raised her brows at his odd request but said nothing else about the matter.

"Hey Mulder!" John said.

"I heard your phone got stolen, tough luck." Mulder sat down next to them.

"Yeah!" John replied heatedly. "And you know what? They wiped my memory card!" At this new information, Sherlock glared at John. "What? I just forgot to tell you earlier, sorry! But anyway, they did a seriously good job. None of my files, music, pictures, are here anymore. They took all the info!"

"Alright, this just proves my theory," Sherlock said. "This thief is experienced, is most likely in our grade, and targets new or expensive phones."

"Which narrows it down," Mulder nodded sarcastically. "Yeah." They sat in silence, contemplating the matter. "Hey, Sherlock? Aren't your parents police detectives? I saw it in the paper."

"Yes, and I am just now using the skills I've learned from them to try to solve this case." At his serious expression and tone, Mulder, John, and Dana laughed. "What?" Looking at them, annoyed, Sherlock rolled his eyes. 'Amateurs.'

"Hey, guys..." Mulder stopped laughing, a meditative look on his face. "What if... It was aliens?" The group was silent, staring at him in disbelief. "Yeah, no? Okay..."

"That was the most ridiculous thought ever." Sherlock told him. "I've got a better idea. We can make a list of all the people we remember ever being at the scene, check their names, handwriting, initials, and cross reference the lists to see which people were at all the scenes. That way, we can find any accomplices, if any, and maybe even figure out who the Thief is."

"Wow," Dana admitted after a minute. "That's a pretty good plan, Holmes."

"Thank you, Scully."

"I knew you would do this, Sherlock! It runs in the family, huh?" Watson grinned, slinging an arm around his friend's' shoulder. "Let's solve this case!" Sherlock smiled at his friends. For the longest time, he'd been the outcast at all the schools he'd ever been to. Not many had wanted to be his friend, and there had never been a school that he'd stayed in for half the year. He knew he would have to leave soon, and vowed that he would make the most of these last few weeks with his newfound companions.

"Let's do this," Sherlock agreed.

***

Two days later, Friday, marked the end of Sherlock's second week at Coral Springs. And, another theft. At lunch that day, Dana plopped down beside the group and announced, "Wilhelm von Ormstein got his phone stolen in Science." Sherlock immediately perked up, his head shooting upward from his book.

"I need a complete list of the students in your class, plus the information on Wilhelm's phone."

"Done and done!" Scully smirked, satisfied at his disbelieving expression as she handed him two sheets of paper. He studied the printed picture of the phone on one of the handouts she'd given him. Blackberry Bold. Cheap, eighteen, maybe nineteen dollars?

"Where was it?" John asked, biting into his sandwich.

"In his bag," Mulder supplied. "I'm in her class too."

"Hm... That doesn't seem to add up, does it? It's cheap, not even touch screen with a keyboard." He was puzzled at this new turn of events. He turned his attention on the new list of 32 students. Sure enough, he saw Scully's and Mulder's name detailed in her fine handwriting. Wilhelm's name had been circled in red ink. "I need to get to the library to cross reference the names we've come up with so far."

As they entered the library, they automatically hushed their voices, heading toward a table in the far back. Not many other students were here, mostly eighth or seventh graders clustered around tables or searching for their next book. All four of them simultaneously logged onto their chromebooks and navigated to the document they all shared. In it was a list of people they noticed near the multiple sites during the days of the crime. Underneath three numbered lists, was a much shorter one composed of only five names. Alex Krycek, Iris Abernathy, Aberforth and Albus Dumbledore, and the last was Isaac Arroyo. All the students had either A's, R's, or I's in their name, which was the reason why they were on the list in the first place. All were also seen near or at the place where the phone was stolen. Sherlock watched as Scully and Mulder added the phone information to the doc. His mind was far away, however, swimming with the names and faces of the suspects, going back to two weeks ago to the very first crime.

There were two brothers, the taller of the two with shoulder length blonde hair. He leaned against the wall, his half moon glasses hanging off his long crooked nose. His younger brother was scowling down at his phone, not taking his eyes off the display screen. Only five other kids were there too. One, a girl, Iris Abernathy, was Snapchatting with her friends. Alex Krycek, a moody looking kid in a brown leather jacket was rifling through his backpack. Three others were there, but the last girl had her face turned away from him, already heading toward the exit. The next two boys weren't under suspicion, as they had only been present at this scene.

Sherlock opened his eyes, the world rushing back to him in a flurry of sound and color. His friends were still busy typing on the document, so Sherlock watched and observed the other students around him. One student in particular caught his eye. Since they were in sunny Santa Cruz California, Sherlock was now used to seeing girls wearing cutoff jean shorts, crop tops, flip flops, and short skirts. This girl was wearing none of those things. She was clad in ripped jeans, a t-shirt advertising the band Green Day on it and black combat boots. Her black hair was pulled into a side braid. When she met his eyes, Sherlock stared in shock. He seemed to remember seeing this girl somewhere before, but had no recollection as to where. She made her way over to him, her eyes an unfathomable blue.

"Hey! Detective dude!" Sherlock stood up too, meeting her face to face. He was just barely taller than her.

"What?"

"I thought you were supposed to be observant, huh? My phone just got stolen, again!" Sherlock blinked at her, again?

"Alright, who do you think took it?" The girl sighed, exasperated.

" I don't know! I was doing homework! One minute it was there, and the next it was gone! Wait, is that Spooky Mulder over there? I bet he did it!" The girl shifted around in an effort to peer around his broad shoulders. Sherlock glared at her, incensed that people thought it was Mulder who had stolen the phones. Just because his sister had been kidnapped and he happened to think it was aliens who kidnapped her didn't mean he was weird and crazy! Alright, maybe a little bit. However, he didn't deserve such heartless treatment from his own peers! Though Sherlock disliked Mycroft and how condescending he was at times, he'd do anything to get him back, if ever he was in trouble.

"I don't think so," He said, icily. "I was with him the whole time. He didn't do it."

"Well, fine. But you better find the person who did it, Holmes!"

"Did you notice anyone closeby?"

"Yeah, this blonde guy with glasses. That's it. Oh, and also my phones a Samsung Prime Core, just so you know." The bell rang, signalling the end of lunch. "By the way, my name's Irene Adler. Tell me when you find the guy, I wanna punch him." She stalked away and was immediately absorbed into the sea of students streaming out of the library. Unbeknownst to her, Sherlock begun to smile.

***

Sherlock went back to his friends and began packing his things. He told them of the recent occurrences, and his new plan of action. All of them agreed immediately to his plan, and promised to meet him behind the shed after school. When the final bell rung, he practically sprinted to the shed. It was in the very back of the field where they did PE, and was hidden from the view of teachers who happened to be passing by. Mulder was already there, and gave him a small smile in greeting. Dana and John jogged in only a minute after he arrived.

"Alright, John did you ask him?"

"Yeah," John panted, out of breath. He'd obviously come in a hurry.

"Dana, do you have the description?" When she nodded, Sherlock continued, "Alright, you and Mulder can go to the Lone Gunmen to check if the phones are there. If it's not, wait there to see if someone comes in with a used phone fitting any of the descriptions. Go!" With a nod, Mulder and Dana set out for Downtown Santa Cruz, towards Lone Gunmen Electronics.

John and Sherlock walked out exactly five minutes after them, heading for the front of the school. They immediately saw Principal Skinner, who was waiting for them. A scowl wrought his face, making him appear scarier than normal. "You say you know who's been stealing the phones, Sherlock?"

"Yes sir, and I can take you to them right now."

Principal Skinner grimaced when he saw the shabby electronics store where Sherlock and John had taken him. "Here? Seriously kid?"

"Yes," Sherlock led John and his principal behind the store, where he opened the door and stepped inside. Byers and Langly were sitting at a table overrun with monitors and wires. Full color and high resolution photos flickered on the screens, feeding them live information from the security cameras in the store. Sherlock nodded to John, who went to talk to the two men, who nodded in confirmation. Byers pulled up a screen showing the front of the store, and Sherlock led Mr. Skinner to a seat.

They watched the screens, peering closely at every passerby who entered the video. Parents with strollers and small kids, students, owners running with their dogs on leash; countless people streamed past outside. No mysterious person entered the shop, not one even glanced at the store. Skinner was starting to shift impatiently in his seat. "Sherlock, what is the meaning of this? You said you had them."

"I do!" Sherlock exclaimed, glaring heatedly at the screens, wishing that someone, anyone would just come by with the phones already. He had a suspicion as to who it was, but just in case he was wrong.... "Mr. Skinner, wait. I'm sure they're coming." Their talking lapsed again as they all returned to the video. In the feed, Mulder and Scully were shifting uncomfortably, after kneeling in the cramped position for so long, their legs must be asleep by now.

Finally, at a quarter to five, a hooded figure appeared on the left hand side of the screen. The person glanced cautiously around the area, then ducked into the shop. John stood at a glance from Sherlock, then ran out of the back door. Langly and Byers, quiet until now, hastened to adjust the volume of the video. For such a shabby looking store, their own equipment were extremely high tech. The sounds from the main room just outside of theirs streamed in quietly through the speakers. When the bell above the door rang, Frohike sat up straight, peering at the person weaving their way through the haphazardly piled electronics in the store.

"Hi, got another addition for us?" Frohike asked, his voice quavering slightly. He cleared his throat before continuing, "What is it this time?"

"Hi Frohike," the voice Sherlock heard through the speakers was clear and concise, and he immediately knew who it was. Triumphant welled up in him, triumph that after two weeks of hard investigating and interviews with Phoebe, Dana, John, Mulder, and hours spent compiling lists of students, meant that he had won. Sherlock had won. "Yeah, I got another phone this week. My brother gave them to me, said he didn't want them anymore."

'Phone, not phones," Sherlock observed.

"Brand?" Frohike grabbed for his account book, pen already poised to write the information down.

"Blackberry Bold. Small phone, pretty cheap. It also comes with the case and charger." Nodding, Frohike wrote it down, and reached for his checkbook.

'Now John!' Sherlock urged Watson, and sure enough, his figure was seen darting across the window and barring the front door. At the sound of the 'click', signalling the door's locked state, the person whirled around in surprise. Sherlock burst out through the door, followed quickly by Principal Skinner. Scully leaped up from behind the counter where she'd been hiding. Mulder stood up soon after by the counter across from her, wobbling unsteadily on his feet.

"Stop right there!" Sherlock yelled as the person tried to run for the door. Scully and Mulder quickly pulled the cord taut, which stretched across the floor. With a yelp, the person stumbled and fell. Sherlock stood above her, a satisfied grin on his face.

"Ah, so this is the person that's been stealing phones from Coral Springs," he observed. The person on the ground pulled back her hood, revealing the agitated face of Irene Adler.

"Shut UP Holmes!" He smiled down at her, as Mulder and Scully stood by his shoulder, with identical grins on their faces. Skinner was in the back, conversing with Frohike and his friends, Byers and Langly. Irene sighed, resigned, when she caught sight or her principal behind them. "What gave it away?"

"Well, first of all, when you stole Phoebe's phone two weeks ago. I admit, I didn't see you at first. You're sneaky," at this, Irene smiled. "But I started putting two and two together. The thing that first tipped me off was John's phone. John saw the phone in the window of this store, and we asked Frohike for your description. They didn't have it, but they gave me the next best thing, your signature. IRA."

"I met with Dana, Mulder, and John for the rest of the week and we made up lists of everyone we saw at or near where the phones were stolen. We then made a separate list for the people that had I, R, or A, in their names. You weren't on it. Then you approached me in the library after you stole Wilhelm's phone. I didn't know that, of course. But after you talked to me, I became sure. First of all, Wilhelm's phone isn't expensive or special. It's a cheap Blackberry. Your first mistake. After listening to the gossip flying around school, I deduced that you'd been seeing him. But two days ago, you found him cheating with another girl. So you planned this as revenge. What you didn't know though, was that he had such a cheap phone, or I doubt you would have stolen it. Then, lastly, your name. Irene Adler. I.R.A."

Skinner, who'd been listening to Sherlock's explanation, clapped him on the back. "Good job, all of you. Once we get back to school, Irene, I'm calling your parents."

"Yessir," she mumbled, following after him. Before she left, she glared venomously at Sherlock, Scully, John, and Mulder. They waved back in response. Sherlock turned to his friends, who all had happy grins on their faces.

"You all did a good job executing the plan. Thank you."

"We did, didn't we?" Mulder joked. "I take all credit."

"Be quiet, Mulder!" Dana shoved him into John, who in turn shoved him back. He crashed into Dana, falling on top of her. "Ouch!" We stared as the two went sprawling on the ground, Mulder on top of her. They stared at each other, then Dana pushed him off her and stood up. Her cheeks were almost as red as her face.

"Sorry Scully!" Mulder yelled after her. John and Sherlock met each other's eyes and burst into laughter.

***

The bell rang, releasing the 806 students at Coral Springs Middle School. Soon to be 805, again. It was November 19th, the last friday before Thanksgiving Break. Sherlock Holmes' last day at Coral Springs. Last week, his parents had finally solved the case they were on. The 'homicide' had actually been a murder. The woman had killed her best friend after she had an affair with her husband, and now, the Holmes family was moving on. The whole day, students had been saying farewell to him. After word had gotten out that he, along with Scully, Mulder, and John had caught the Phone Thief, many more students had started to like him. Mulder was no longer bullied, which was a relief to their group.

Irene Adler had been fined 1,000 dollars for the thefts of the phones, much to the displeasure of her parents, and in addition, she admitted to the hundreds of small things that went missing each day. She was, as Sherlock had suspected, a kleptomaniac. Principal Skinner had also expelled her from Coral Springs.

However, the most surprising news wasn't that Sherlock was leaving, or Irene was expelled forever, it was that 'Spooky' Mulder, was dating the Golden Girl, Dana Scully. Sherlock couldn't be happier for them. They made a great team, and he knew Mulder would never hurt her.

Sherlock met his friends for one last time at the shed. As he stepped into the dimly lit room, he met their eyes. Scully's shone with tears, and Mulder's arms were thrown comfortingly around her shoulders. "Hey guys," his voice was hoarse, and he cleared it, trying vainly to rid it of the emotion thickening the situation.

John stepped forward first. "I'll see you, Holmes. Some day." Sherlock took in his messy blonde hair, smudged glasses, and keen eyes. He didn't need to say anything more, he knew there would be a time when they would meet again. Sherlock grasped his hand, and hugged him.

Then Scully ran up to him, crushing Sherlock in a tight hug. "Keep that brain of yours. Maybe you can be an FBI Agent or something." Sherlock smiled, he knew that being a federal agent was one of her dream jobs.

"Nah, I don't think so. Maybe a police detective, like my parents, but you're the FBI Agent here Sculls, you and Mulder." She smiled weakly at him, and stepped back.

Mulder shuffled nervously and fingered the string bracelet with 'Samantha' on it. "Thank you, Sherlock. I know you'll never understand how much you truly meant to me. You were my first friend here, ever since... Sam. But, thank you. Without you, I never would have been friends with John, or- or Scully... So, yeah. Thanks."

Sherlock resisted the urge to sniffle. His friends were going to make him cry too! He hugged everyone once more, and stepped back. "I'll miss you guys, and I'll try to visit. I promise. See you later?"

In unison, the trio replied, "See you." Then Sherlock Holmes walked away. Away from Coral Springs Middle School. Away from the Lone Gunmen, and away from Irene Adler. Away from his first true friends. He knew he'd see them again, one way or another. He had a feeling.