*Classroom*
Sherlock lifts his clapsed hands in front of his mouth, glare intently at Jeff.
"So, you risked your life four times just to kill strangers. Why?" Sherlock questions.
"Time to play" Jeff stated, avoiding the question and Sherlock unfolds his fingers.
"Oh, I am playing" Sherlock answered in a low whisper, adopting the prayer position in front of his mouth.
"This is my turn" he stated, eyes furrowed.
"There's having foam behind your left ear" Sherlock pointed out.
"Nobody's pointed out to you" he stated as Jeff in the driver's seat...Sherlock noticed this.

"Traces of where it's happened before, so obviously you live on your own" Sherlock begins to say.
"There's no-one to tell you" he said as Jeff tries not to fidget under his gaze.
Little bit of foam behind his earlobe, pieces of crusty foam.
"But there's a photograph of children" Sherlock continues.
"The children's mother has been cut out of the picture. If she'd died, she'd still be there" Sherlock said.

*Cab*
A photograph attached to the dashboard, "The photograph old, but the frames..."

*Classroom*
"...new. You think of your children, but don't get to see them" Sherlock stated as Jeff gaze slides away from his.
Hint of pain in his eyes, "Estranged father" Sherlock said.
"She took the kids, but you still love them and it still hurts" he continues, extended his index finger.
"Ah, there's still more" Sherlock said as Jeff lifts his gaze back to him.
Sherlock points his index finger towards him, "Your clothes: recently laundered but everything you're wearing's at least...three year old? Keeping up appearances but not planning ahead. And here you on a kamikaze murders spree" Sherlock deduced.
"What's that about?" Sherlock asked and Jeff got control of himself again.
His expression says nothing as he gaze back at Sherlock.
Then Sherlock eyes widen slightly, "Ah"
"Three years ago, is that what they told you?" Sherlock asked.
"Told me what?" Jeff ask back, flatly.

Dying

Sherlock smirked, "That you're a dead man walking" he answered.
"So are you?" Jeff fires back, deflected.
"You don't have long, though" Sherlock stated.
"Am I right?" he asked.

Sigh

"Any breath could be my last" Jeff stated, making Sherlock frown.
"And because you're dying, you've just murdered four people" Sherlock point out, confused.
"I've outlived four people" Jeff corrected.
"That's the most fun you can ave on aneurism" he argued with a cocky smile, leaning back in his chair.

"No, no..."

"There's something else" Sherlock said.
"You didn't just kill four people because you're bitter. Bitterness is a paralytic. Love is a much more vicious motivator" Sherlock explain to him.
"Somehow this is about your children" Sherlock stated, making Jeff look away with a hurt expression on his face.

Sigh

"Ohh..." Jeff said and paused, locking his lips and turned to look at Sherlock.
"You are good, ain't you?" Jeff asks him, trying to keep his emotions in check.
"But how?" Sherlock asked.

"Not a lot of money in driving cabs" Jeff explains, looking down at the table.
"or serial killing" Sherlock argued, cutting the man off.
Jeff went and look up at him with a grin on his face, "You'd be surprised" he countered with a smile.
Sherlock eyed him, "Surprise me" he insisted and Jeff leans forward.
"I'ave a sponsor" Jeff whispered, making Sherlock raised an eyebrow.
"You have a what?" Sherlock asked, confused.
"For every life I take, money goes to my kids. The more I kill, the better off they'll be" Jeff explain to Sherlock.
"You see? It's nicer than you think" he stated with a sadistic smile, making Sherlock frowned.
"Who'd be a fan of Sherlock 'olmes?" Jeff countered instantly.
The two stare at each other for a moment..."You're not the only one to enjoy a good murder. There's others out there. Expect you're just a man" Jeff sneered.
"....and they're so much more than that" he stated, staring at Sherlock.
Making the side of Sherlock nose twitches indistaste, "What d'you mean, more than a man? An organisation? What?" he asked, puzzled.
"There's a name no-one says, an I'm not gonna say it either" Jeff tells him.