A/N: This is my first story for Sherlock. Please let me know your comments and suggestions if ever. Enjoy reading

Disclaimer: I own nothing except Camille.

"Molly?" Camille knocked. She was standing in Molly's flat for about one hour now. She placed her cellphone in her ears still no answer. She was calling her for the tenth time now. She must have stayed for work rather late now. She scribbled something on the paper and slid it down on Molly's door, so that she knows she was there.

Camille dragged her luggage outside the apartment and hailed for a cabbie. It was already 12m.n. She was beginning to be exhausted for this was rather taking all her energy from the flight and she hadn't had a proper dinner yet. The rain never stopped since she arrived in London.

"I will eat dinner then look for a hotel." She snapped. She reached for her purse then saw the paper that Mrs. Hudson gave her. Finally a cabbie stopped in front of her. She opened the cab and went inside.

"Baker St." She said to the cab driver.

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"Sherlock!" Mrs. Hudson screamed as he called him. Sherlock was in his couch drizzling off to sleep when Mrs. Hudson came in his doorway. John went out his room and was wondering why Mrs. Hudson was screaming this late at night.

"Sherlock, I need your help" Mrs. Hudson said her hands was trembling and was full of blood. Sherlock eyes flutter and woke up in disbelief. She held Mrs. Hudson and led her to sit down but she doesn't want to sit down.

"Oh, my Mrs. Hudson what happened to you." John said as she reached for Mrs. Hudson as well.

"Camille" That's the only word she could utter.

Sherlock rushed downstairs and saw the girl Mrs. Hudson was talking about. She was lying on the floor her left abdomen was covered with her own blood. He rushed to her fast and took her lightweight body in his arms and led her straight to his room.

"John I need you, get your medicine kits ready we have a visitor and a patient"

Sherlock examined her body in his bed. Her wrist and arms was full of marks and bruises, she must have been fighting the intruder who wanted to have advantage of her. Her clothes were ripped showing her bare shoulder and her forced bra was destroyed from the attempt. Her skirt was dampened and there were dirt covered all over her legs. She must have been forced to the ground. He looked intently in her private part no signs of forced rape. Her underwear was still intact but he was surprised when he saw that the intruder made a mark on her left thigh. He saw a blood in her right knees. But it was not anything coming from her. It was from his intruder. He smiled in disbelief.

John came rushing into his room. Sherlock stepped back and let john mend Camille's wounds.

He looked at her intently and he could see from the corner of her eyes she just arrived in London. The circles around her eyes from exhaustion was the signs and most especially the watch was not in London time.

"Mrs. Hudson, I believe you just met this girl during the flight." Sherlock said.

"Yes, I cannot believe this had happened to her Sherlock. She told me she was going to stay in Molly's place."

She stammered and started to cry. "Molly Hooper?" Sherlock asked. "Molly is her best friend" She continued. "I also asked her to look around the apartment as well during our flight. She is moving here in London for her job."

Sherlock dashed outside his room and was wondering why she was being followed. Little did Mrs. Hudson know Camille was being stalked by a man she hasn't even seen before? Obsessed by her rare beauty and wanted to kill her.

"Sherlock?" Mrs. Hudson asked. "Is she going to be alright?"

Sherlock held Mrs. Hudson's shoulders "Of course she will. She will be, John did good mending her wounds." He said quietly. "I think she needs a proper bath, Do you think you can help her up Mrs. Hudson?" He asked. Mrs. Hudson nodded and patted Sherlock's cheeks and went straight to his room.

He sat in his chair placing his two pointy hands between his chin. John sat across him.

"What are you thinking?" John finally asked.

"It was an attempt of raped and murder John."

"I could tell it as well. Her clothes where almost ripped apart. Poor girl. Her wounds was not that deep actually it was rather a deep cut across her abdomen but I think she suspected it before the intruder could possibly kill her. She was still thinking on a crime like that. But she was punched in her stomach really hard Sherlock. She has a lot of bruised marks actually. Her lips were swollen. Someone slapped her really hard. " John said in disbelief.

Sherlock smile is visible now. "It was her most amazing skills actually john." Sherlock said standing up

"What did you say again?" John said confused. "Her skills, it's her hands, her body language and her intellectual capacity saved her from not dying. Her mind is in a calm state as she thinks on her intruders weak spot. She let the intruder hurt her before she could fight back."

"So you mean to say she was not scared while she was almost in the verge of dying and your telling me she is still thinking calmly while she is about to die?" John said in disbelief.

"Yes" He snapped. "It's a gift she has skills like that. She is gifted john with the most wits, that's why I knew why Mrs. Hudson was fond of her." "She was almost raped Sherlock!" John said yelling.

The doorbell rang as both of them were discussing. John stood up from his feet

"Who is it this late at night?" He asked. Sherlock walked passed him and went straight downstairs to look at the spy glass door. John was behind him.

Sherlock was surprised that no one was there. He opened the door and a smile lit on his face. Standing in front of them was Camille's luggage and purse untouched and a note on top of it.

Sherlock opened the note and it wrote down,

'Sweet, salty, bitter I cannot get enough of you. Welcome to London my dearest Camille'

Sherlock folded the paper and placed it on his pocket.

"She's in trouble John, we have a case." Sherlock smile was immeasurable for he was so thrilled what he had in their door stepped just hours ago. Camille.