(Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or Sherlock, they belong to BBC I do however own Harriet who is not John's sister but is another one and is a timelord)

(This was a RP with my friends so it might be a little unorganized. Enjoy!)

3rd POV

Sherlock and John were walking down the street toward 221B Baker Street after a case. They couldn't take a cab because this case had a mangled body and after Sherlock used his "investigator skills" they somehow both ended up covered in blood. The tube wouldn't take them either because they looked like serial killers.

So they were walking to 221B Baker Street , in the rain, instead of being given the right to take a cab or a tube. They were almost to their street when they heard crying.

Curious, Sherlock turned a corner to see what was going on with John following and they saw a girl crying by herself.

John, being the helpful person he is, wanted to go help this girl so he did, whilst Sherlock was leaning on the building looking rather bored, as if a girl crying doesn't interest him enough.

"Hello" John said. The girl looked up and Sherlock turned around to "see her", or should I say know all of her secrets. He was quite surprised and interested when he couldn't deduct much, though.

"What do you want?" The girl asked rather rudely. Sherlock kept on looking her up and down as words popped up in the air beside him. (Not literally) 'Scottish, not from around here, eyes red and puffy; crying recently, pain, sorrow, loneliness.' These deductions came to mind but there was one that confused him the most. ' She looks 18 and the way she acts so far should be 18 but her eyes look older than a 18 year olds should be; wiser, more sad and not all of the crazy hormones (yep I said it)' He kept looking in her eyes to see anything else, anything from her past, but he found nothing.

'A bit odd' Sherlock thought. "Were you crying?" John asked. Sherlock flicked his eyes toward John for a second and then he started looking at the strange girl again. 'He shouldn't have done that. ( Ben X3 if you don't get that move ooooonn!) She looks mad now' Sherlock thought. She looked up at Sherlock then turned toward John, and yep he was right, she was angry.

"I'm not and I never was!" She said while glaring at John. "Then why did you wipe your eyes right before looking up?" Sherlock thought it was about time he spoke up. John looked a little surprised. Sherlock never shares his deductions with anyone but himself and the police, and sometimes not even then. Sherlock though sensed this girl was going to be interesting and will cure his boredom for now.

"It's raining, my face was wet because of the rain." She said simply. Sherlock smirked. "That's a good excuse but not good enough. Why were you crying?"

"I wasn't crying!" She yelled in an almost whiney voice.

" Oh really? Because your eyes are red and puffy which is a sign that you cried recently. Your eyes are also bloodshot meaning you cried a lot. Sure you didn't make a lot of noise because your hands muffled the sound and you couldn't stop crying. Someone who cries silently mostly cries because they cannot stop crying over something that had happened that made them have a breakdown. Even a little kid who's hurt themselves cry screaming and kicking. That doesn't mean that can't stop crying but it means that they want the attention of their mother to come and help them and make them better. So you're crying silently and can't stop crying for a while and you certainly were crying." Sherlock pressed.

The girl stared at Sherlock a little surprised. " Just... Why do you care?" She asked.

"I care about people is that a problem?" Sherlock asked. John snorted at this comment. Sherlock? Caring about people? Yeah right!

Sherlock ignored John as the girl replied " Not at all sir. What's you're name? I've met you before." She said while pointing at John. "But not you..." She said while pointing at Sherlock.

"I'm Sherlock. And you guys met each other? You both didn't show signs of knowing each other."

" That's because I only know about him because I asked the manager at the cafe about him when he walked in. He doesn't know me and I only just now recognized him." She replied.

John grinned while Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Wait a second... Your Sherlock HOLMES?!" She asked practically screaming. Both men looked surprised at her sudden outburst. "Yes" Sherlock replied. "And your John Watson." She said really fast and squealing. "Yea." John said " Why do you ask, I thought you knew me" John said with curiosity while frowning. "Well yea but the lady only said John. Oh and to answer your question I've seen you on the tele before." She said. "Bye I gotta go!" She yelled running off while waving at the consulting detective and the war doctor.

'Well that was odd' they both thought.