There Sherlock was, walking, nobody taking notice he was there, mainly because no one cared who he was. It was the busy streets of New York. He of course decided, that maybe he should not solve any cases, anytime soon.

He missed them. He missed John, Mrs. Hudson, and Lestrade. He couldn't return anytime soon, maybe two or three years. Thankfully, he knew some people, who would helped him. They of course were very helpful because he saved or helped him in some past cases. So he hid in an apartment, the landlord, knew him in there college years. In fact, he was the one who told Sherlock, to venture forth the homeless and assemble them as allies.

As he was walking on this very cold day, he saw a young girl running. She was far away, but close enough to examined her. She was about eight, running and crying, but from what?

In the far back, was a woman and a man. They weren't her parents, they had to take care of her, but she was crying and the adults were angry at her.

Did they abuse her?No...they were caretakers, and if it had been that bad another child would have came with her, also she would have contact somebody too. She did look like she was old enough to know what abusing would be. She was wearing a uniform, they were dirty, and her two pigtails, they were messy like someone pulled on them...

She had been bullied, and they obviously did nothing about it.

The little girl, ran past him, and hid behind a dark alley. The two caretakers stopped, and started shouting her name,

"(Name)!(Name)!Where are you?!Please come back!"Shouted the man.

"(Name)!YOU BETTER GET HERE RIGHT THIS INSTANCE OR YOU WILL PUNISHED!"

They might of not felt or heard it, but there was a small whimper.

"Hey!"The woman said to Sherlock, not taking her eye off him as she came closer. "Have you seen a child with small two (H/c) pigtails, with (e/c) eyes, that about this tall?"She said, while measuring the height.

"No...I don't believe so..."He lied, he knew if he would have told them, they would not do anything, it would be better to not get in the middle of a fight.

Though he did. He interfered, by giving a response, an inaccurate response.

They ran right passed him, and started shouting more. The little girl,(Name), came out and stared at Sherlock. He however, just walked to his apartment he owned. The little girl stared at him and following him, like a puppy, but from a distance. If one were to pay attention to the crowd, he would barely stand out. This girl did managed to keep up with him.

He was aware of this fact, but did not say anything. He walked up the stairs, and left the door open to his apartment.

The little girl, opened the half-closed door. Where she saw Sherlock, in his position of thinking.

"Improvising?That is not a wise thing to do..."

"Why did you die, and how did you die?...Mr. Holmes?" She asked bluntly before coming close to him.


Hehe.I wanted to post this before the Series 3 is actually Canon.