It was a normal day in between cases for John and Sherlock. John was blogging about their latest case and Sherlock was complaining about how bored he was and trying to get John to tell him where he hid his cigarettes. John was refusing. It went on like this for a few hours, until Mrs. Hudson led a rain drenched girl into the flat.

"Honestly boys you really need to fix that door bell." She told them.

"You can go now." Sherlock told Mrs. Hudson. She walked away in a huff and John turned.

"Sherlock-"

"Quiet." He replied, studying the girl. After a few seconds, he turned to John. "Right. You make up the couch while I take care of a few things."

"Really, Sherlock-" John looked at him, surprised.

"Please John." He was stunned into silence, Sherlock never said please. But he could tell it was important so he turned to do as asked. Sherlock took the girl by the hand and led her into his bedroom. Once they got there he offered her some dry clothes then shut the door and walked back into the living room. "Alright Sherlock, I think you owe me an explanation. What the bloody hell is going on here?"

A/N

Sorry this is so short, and sorry about the cliff hanger, but I did it on purpose kinda. I think I know where this is going so please give me a chance to really get this story going. Thanks my lovely readers,

Elizabeth

P.S. If you are the girl I met at Forever 21, leave a comment so I can find your profile.