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Chapter 9- The case

Third person POV:

They arrived at the hotel at 4 am so John decided to head for bed. He had just finished his evening routine and was climbing into the bed, Sherlock was sitting at the desk. ''You're still not gonna sleep, are you?'' He asked. ''Nnno, I have to work on the case. Lestrade gave me this envelope before he head to his room.'', John nodded. ''You should you know..'', John said, turning to Sherlock,''Do what?'',''Sleep. It's not good for a person to be sleepless for long periods of time.'', Sherlock just sighed. ''I slept two days ago.'', John scoffed,''Most people sleep every night.''.

''I'm not like most people, am I?'', Sherlock said while smiling,''No, you're not.'', John smiled as well. John yawned and flopped onto his back on the bed. He was just about to fall asleep when he felt something shuffling next to him. It was Sherlock. He had changed into his pajama bottoms and a white t-shirt. He was also... very close to John, he almost had his head on John's chest. ''Sherlock, do you mind?'', ''Oh, sorry.'', he shuffled back to his side of the bed. Sherlock was a bit disappointed.

He felt something soft press against his back. A pillow. John had put a pillow between them. That hurt. John was uncomfortable with sharing a bed.

----*time skip*----

It was 7 am when Sherlock woke up, he didn't want to sleep anymore. So being himself he woke John up. ''Sherlock I want to sleep.''

''No you don't.'',Sherlock answered. John sighed and got up. ''John?''

''Yeah?''

''Are you uncomfortable with us sharing a bed?''

''Kinda, yeah.''

''Would you still be uncomfortable if I was a woman?'', John thought for a while.

''I don't know, depends I guess.'', Sherlock nodded.

They got ready and left to the cafe to meet the others and sat down at a table. ''So what will we do?'' Sherlock asked. ''Well first we'll gonna call Mycroft to track her down and get to know where she stays. She's not from here so this city is just as new to her as it is for us.'', Lestrade said.''Does she know where her ex-wife is?'', John asked,''Yes she does. Her ex-wife has been living here for two years. She moved here when she divorced her now ex-wife.'',''And how do you know all this?'', Sherlock asked,''Mycroft.'', Lestrade said simply. Sherlock rolled his eyes.

''And how long will tracking her take?'' Sherlock asked. ''Well Mycroft's men are good, but it'll take about two days.'', Sherlock huffed at that, he was impatient.''Do you have anything else that I could take a look at?'', He asked,''Well there are a couple of other enve-''

''Give them to me.'' Sherlock cut him off.

''But I haven't-''

''Give the envelopes to me.'' Sherlock said while putting on his coat and scarf.''Give them to me because you wont solve the case anyway. What's the point of having me here if I can't help?'', Lestrade nodded. ''Alright. They're in my room I'll bring them to you after I've called your brother.''. With that, John and Sherlock left the cafe.

"What are we going to do now?" John asked, as they made their way back to their room.

"Well *I* am going to get back into our room and take a look at these envelopes and you're going to have a little chat with Ms. Dearing for some information about her ex, Zia." Sherlock said.

John nodded, as Sherlock handed him the envelope with all the information about Claire Dearing, including her address.

John stared making his way to the address while Sherlock trotted back to the room.

-time skip-

John ringed the bell, for an abusive partner Dearing was surprisingly rich, she had a beautiful home.

The door opened.

"Hello, do I know you?" She asked with a heavy Liverpool accent.

"Uhh, no, John Watson, hi, I'm here about your ex-wife, I'm afraid she's on her way to kill you." John said while showing her the open envelope with all her information, indicating her to let him in. And she did.

"Wow, I haven't seen her in ages." She said, shocked. "K-kill me?" She muttered, looking at John horrified, "But why?"

"Well from what I've heard, you were an abusive partner, you'd deserve it." John stated.

"Mr. Watson! I don't know where you've gotten your information from but I am not an abusive partner.", She yelled, but then calmed herself, she took another breath and started to speak, "Mr. Watson, we fought, yes, couples fight, but I never hit her or anything, but she did, she hit me all the time and told everyone that I was the bad guy, I divorced her because she was a total psychopath.", she composed herself, "We... had been married for a few months, all was well, before I realized she only married me for my money, she gave herself away by repeatedly asking me to buy her things, and would hit me when I declined, hit me for as long as it took to make me agree. She had so much power over me, I was sure that if I didn't do something soon she'd waste all my money and dump me into a ditch.", she was on the verge of tears.

This just took an interesting turn.