Sherlock Holmes would forever be amazed at the pitiful IQ of Scotland Yard. He got up abruptly and began to tie his new scarf, courtesy of John Watson, around his neck to signal his departure. John rose from the chair which he had only occupied for a brief period of time whilst Sherlock solved the case. "Really Lestrade, if your going to call me here at least make it worth my time." Lestrade ignored Sherlock's comment but thanked him non the less. He was ashamed to say his team had been stuck on that case for days. His phone began to vibrate on his desk so he reached over to grab it and smirked when he read the recent message. Sherlock groaned. "And for gods sake stop texting my brother." Lestrade laughed. "Nope. And we are also going for lunch today, this new café…" "Who is that?" interrupted Sherlock. John and Lestrade turned to see who Sherlock was talking about.

A teenage girl with blue streaks in her blonde hair, was lying on a table solving a rubix cube. "Oh yes, that's Emma. Caught her lurking round a green grocer. Anderson claimed she nicked something but no evidence was found. He insisted on bringing her back here but he can't prove she's actually done anything wrong." Answered Lestrade. "Why is she still here then?" asked John, as Sherlock watched the girl curiously. "Anderson is to embarrassed to tell her she can leave, but she wouldn't give us a contact for her parents. Or a surname for that matter." John turned to Lestrade. "Reckon she has a family?" "Not sure." He replied. "She is supposed to be released now, legally, but I want to make sure she has somewhere to sleep." He looked helplessly at John. "What do I do? Wait where did Sherlock go?" They looked around to find Sherlock standing with the girl. Sherlock, surprisingly extended his arm. "Sherlock Holmes." The girl shook his hand. "Emma."

"Do you have a surname?"

"Yes."

"May I ask what it is?"

"You may not."

John smirked. He was starting to like this girl.

"How old are you?"

"You already know, I don't see the point in you asking."

John was really starting to like this girl. She reminded him of Sherlock with her sarcastic comebacks.

Someone yelled loudly from the other room. "GREG!"

Lestrade turned and sighed. "That'll be Sally."

As he left, Emma grinned and whipped out the remainder of an apple.

"It won't work on me you know. Your deductions. My age, place of birth and all the basics. Nothing that will tell you anything interesting."

"Is there anything interesting about you?" Sherlock asked blankly. He was acting differently and it was clear to John something was wrong.

"Oh yes." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a note. "Do me a favour and give this to your brother."

"My brother?" Sherlock took the note.

"You heard me." She turned to leave. Anderson stepped out of his office as she walked past only to be flipped off.

John turned to Sherlock. "What just happened?" But Sherlock was pre-occupied. He stared down gravely at the piece of paper in his hand. "What's wrong?" John took the slip of paper from Sherlock's hand.

Written on the slip where three words.

Did You Miss Me?