221b Baker St., the place where it all began. Sherlock and John were in the living room with complete silence. John stared at the shinning engagement ring thinking about how he was going to ask Mary to spend the rest of her life with him. Sherlock glanced out the window, watching the people walk by. He hadn't had a case for five days to many. John suddenly jumped out of his chair and placed the ring box in his pocket.
"Well Sherlock, I think I'm ready. Wish me luck." John said.
"Good luck." Sherlock whispered as he left.
He sees a taxi park by the flat and a short girl with dirty blonde hair walk out with three large bags. The girl opens the door to Baker st. and walks up the stairs.
"Hello? Is anyone home?" The girl asks.
"Hello. Who are you?" Sherlock asks firmly.
"I-I'm Lucy, Lucy Coleman." She holds out her hand and Sherlock shakes it.
"I'm Sherlock Holmes. Are you staying in 221c?" He asks.
"I guess so." Lucy says with a smile on her face as she walks into her new home. She closes the door and starts to unpack. Her phone rings and goes straight to voicemail.
"When will they realize that I'm never coming home." She says under her breath.
Sherlock sits on the couch as he waits for John to come back. All he could think about was Lucy. Something about this girl made him want to learn more. He knew she was young, thirteen or fourteen years old. Possibly hiding from abusive parents, but there are no sighs of scaring. She took money out of her back account to fly far away from home. It's simply how she got here and what she was doing but why? That was the question that needed answering. He stands up and sighs. He walks to Lucy's door and knocks.
"Oh, hello Sherlock." She says suprised.
"Can I come inside?" He asks.
"Yes." She says with a fake smile and steps to the side to let him in.
He walks in and looks at her phone that keeps buzzing.
"So where from America are you from?" He asks already knowing the answer.
"New York. Did you come here to get my life story?!" She puts her hands on her hips.
"No, I just wanted to get to know you. Like why is a little girl like you doing here in London?" He asks.
"If you must know, I ran away from home because my parents never payed attention to me. They never even wanted me to be born. Now that I'm gone, they actually want me back or so they say." She explained as she sat down on the couch with tears rolling down her cheeks. Sherlock puts his arms around her and holds her tight.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't know, if you want I can look after you..." He says softly and father-like.
"Th-thank you." Lucy says as she burries her head in Sherlock's shoulder.
"Lucy, would you like to come back to my flat. Just for a bit." He offers.
"Sure." She nods slowly, wiping away her tears.
Sherlock and Lucy walk to his flat. Lucy sits on the couch and turns on her phone still ignoring her texts. Sherlock walks into the "lab" and tampers with and eyeball. John and Mary them walk in with extremely large smiles on their faces.
"Hello John, Mary. Are you two..." Sherlock gets got cought off.
"Yes we are." Mary displays the ring on her finger for all to see.
"Who's the kid?" John asks trying to draw attention away from the engagement.
"This is Lucy, she moved into 221c today." Sherlock explains.
Lucy ignores what Sherlock had said and walks up to john.
"Who are you calling a kid?!" She yells at him. "I'm fourteen!"
"So where are your parents?" Mary asks pulling Lucy away lightly.
"Oh, I ran away from home." Lucy's replies a bit angry.
"I think you should call them. So they know you're okay." Mary says softly.
"Not a chance. The minute I call them they'll just take me away. I just got here and I don't want to leave anytime soon." Lucy glances at Sherlock.