Friends and maybe a little more.

Chapter 13

Okay sorry for short chapter. I'll try and make it up. LOVE yOuuuuuu. HHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH LOKI'd

___________________________________

Crap. That's all John was thinking. Crap.

Sherlock on the other hand was actually thinking. JM, JM.... Who is this boy?How did he know Sherlock? Don't be stupid, Sherlock, you're a Holmes for god sake. Half of the world knew you. This 'JM' he, wants to play a game. Carl Powers. Well, someone is actually giving me something to work with. Won't this be fun?

Sherlock broke into a grin. Not a genuine grin, as if he were laughing into Johns hair on a spring morning, an almost sinister one full of dishonesty.

"John?"

"Hmm?" John replied, still having no idea what to do.

"Could you fetch me my laptop? It's too far." is all that Sherlock said.

john shot him a puzzling look. "Don't you think we have better things to focus on than Google and YouTube?"

"Oh Hush up. its for a case." Sherlock said firmly.

John raised his eyebrows and dug his chin,"Oh well, excuuuuuuse me, Mr. Detective."

"It's Consulting Detective, thank you very much."

John let the conversation drift off. he went to his room and got his phone out.

"Don't." Sherlock said abruptly.

John looked up from his phone. "Don't what?"

"Call your sister. She's fine."

"And how would you know that?"

Sherlock looked up from his laptop with a are-you-being-dim-on-purpose-to-tick-me-off face.

"I really doubt, a couple of 16 year olds can cause much harm to her. I've looked thought your phone. She's a bit muscular from the pictures you've kept. Kickboxing? she would take a medium sized man down if she wanted to. 3 lanky teenagers aren't going to do much harm."

John looked shocked at what came out of Sherlock's mouth. He rolled his eyes as if saying 'he's probably right' but then-

"Say, how do you know my password?" John asked annoyed.

"John, your password wasn't really hard to guess. 1892 the year your Favorite Author was born, J.R.R. Tolkien." Sherlock stated in a tone that sounded like he said 'of course grass is green idiot'.

"Anyways, while you were busy worrying about your sister, I was doing research." Sherlock turned the laptop towards John.

"Carl Powers. Age 13. Died in a swimming competition just a month ago. Police say it was freak accident and witnesses say he had a fit and Drowned." Sherlock stated.

"Wait, wasn't he the boy who placed first in Last years swim meet? " John said.

"Exactly. how can a skilled athlete at a sport do so poorly?"

"So poor that it cost him his life." John said.

"Right. Something isn't right with this picture. There is something missing. JM wouldn't send me this murder if it weren't fair." Sherlock said.

John looked alarm. "Wait, sent you? you mean-

"Yes, JM has killed a person."

"Sherlock!" John nearly yelled.

Sherlock looked up confused. "What?"

"I think we are in little over our heads. I mean, this boy has killed someone. Who says he won't again?"

"He won't. Unless another kid ticks him off. Right now we are in his good side. Let hope we stay that way."

John inhaled a deep breath and sighed heavily. "Okay. what do we do know?"

Sherlock looked at his watch. "Well, we have missed the bell," right as the bell went off as if on que, "so grab you coat. We're going into town." Sherlock said as he grabbed his own.

"We've got investigating to do."

"We?" John asked.

"Yes, John we."

Sherlock said as he closed the door.