2 am phone calls are never welcome in my home hell I don't know who in their right mind would call someone at such an early hour, then again the person on the other line wasn't exactly right minded. It was very unexpected and all I could do was listen to him ramble on about how he had to fake his own death. Clearly not right in the head, but he was my friend. Well he wouldn't define us that way. I stood there staring out the window awaiting his arrival and wondering to myself "Why me?" Then I remembered it was more than likely that he simply didn't have any friends. I took the last sip of my tea and tossed it into the sink causing it to clink loudly against the metal side loud enough to drown out the sound of a car door slamming. I looked up and noticed the taxi backing out of the driveway and then came the loudest knock I had ever heard. I brushed myself off wanting to look somewhat decent and walked towards the door opening slowly.

"Sherlock." I said with a smile not having seen him since I was 16 years old.

He pushed his way in which was very like him. Most people would think him rude, but we had grown up together and I knew his every whim. "Cassandra." He said in his deep voice. "Of course who else would it be? Why were you expecting someone else?" I watched as he looked me over with his vibrant blue eyes. "Then again judging from your appearance your messy hair, no makeup and the fact that you're still wearing you pajamas I'd say you haven't had a date in at least 3 years."

"2 years actually."

"Oh what does it matter?" I watched as he removed his gloves from his long fingers and tucked them into his pocket before pulling off his short gray scarf. "Um…sorry about the phone call I tried to text you but you never responded back. Are you cell phone illiterate?"

"No actually I'm quite good at using them. Firstly you text from a number I didn't recognize therefore I didn't reply back I never do…"

"Figures." We stared at each other and the room filled with a brief odd silence. "Go on then."

"Secondly it's been in all the papers so I was a little creeped out by the fact that my dead friend…"

"Do we have to use the 'F' word so liberally?"

"I'm sorry if my memory serves me right before I moved out of London you had no problem using the 'F' word when it came to me."

"People change. Now if my memory serves me right you left without telling anyone not even your parents and that's enough to make even someone like me slightly bitter. I was 16 years old and my only acquaintance just vanished in the middle of the night." He turned around facing his back to me which he always did when he was crossed.

"Sherlock you solve crimes I'm sure you could have found me if you wanted to."

"I did didn't I?"

I sighed knowing this was getting me absolutely nowhere and because he was right. "Why are you here?"

"Because I need a place to stay. Somewhere to think. You live out in the middle of absolutely no where therefore 99% of the time it's nice and quiet which is when my thinking is at its best. You're a freelance photographer you're gone most of the time looking for clients so I'll be alone."

"How do you know what I do for a living? Did you gather that from the grime under my nails or was that a wild guess?" He smiled to himself and turned his head to the side nodding at the camera equipment I had sitting on a nearby shelf. "Right well. I'm off to shower and then I'll leave you to it. Your bedroom is upstairs second door on the left. If you need anything, which you probably won't you never do, just…" I took my phone from my robe pocket and waved it around. "…text me." I turned to leave, but I knew Sherlock would have to have the last word.

"Why did you leave?"

I stopped and turned to him shrugging my shoulders and walking towards the kitchen table taking a seat. "I just…I needed to get away that's all." He whipped around causing me to jump in my chair. "I hate it when you do that." He squinted his eyes and tilted his head and I knew exactly what he was doing. "Don't do that I don't want to talk about it." He continued to examine every last inch of me determined on finding the answer. "Sherlock…"

I watched as he stared at me almost as if he was looking into my very soul. "You were pregnant."

"Shut up."

"I can see it in your face. Something shameful enough for you to just get up and leave. You couldn't have killed anyone you don't have a violent bone in your body and it wasn't drugs because you even hated the fact that I smoked so you were highly against it and the only other thing that a girl of 16 would be so ashamed of that she couldn't even tell her parents would be an unwanted pregnancy."

I could feel a sense of rage begin to flow through my veins and I found it hard to keep myself from punching him right in the face. "You just…you never have any sympathy for people's feelings do you? You just blurt out whatever comes to mind you don't care if you hurt anyone in the process."

"What has sympathy ever given me? Sympathy is for the weak."

I pursed my lips together not wanting to discuss the matter any further. I got up and tightened the belt on my robe. This would be the one time Sherlock Holmes wouldn't get the last word and I was going to make sure of it. I walked past him towards the stairs. I turned back and watched as a smirk crossed his face almost as if he was pleased with himself. "By the way it was yours." I watched the smirk quickly fade from his face and instead it was replaced by a look of shock. "I lost it when I was about 10 weeks along." He lowered his head and stared at the floor knowing good and well that he better not even dare look me in the face. "You know it's funny everyone thought you were a virgin. They still do from what I hear." I sighed heavily. "Who's ashamed now Sherlock Holmes?" and with those words I left him standing there unable to speak unable to think. This was the Sherlock I knew. Vulnerable, human something many people never even got to see. He wasn't the man everyone thought he was and I knew he came back for more reasons than just to think. He came back for closure, he came back to see if I still had it in me. Now all he could do was wait to see if I'd give in. I have to admit I did miss solving cases with him even if we were young I still enjoyed it tremendously. From finding out what happened to Misses Jessup's cat to spying on Mycroft to see what he was up to it was always nice to just be around him. I had hidden my true self for so long that I didn't even know if I could still do it, but in the back of my mind there was still that lost piece of me that was dying to be released.