A/N: Hey everyone! I hope school's going well(like it ever would). So instead of updating Avengers: The Girl Who Saved the World, I decided to post a new story! *this is the part where you applaud* I wrote this a long time ago so there's going to have to be a lot of editing so please put up with my grammar issues. Also, this is kinda sorta an updated version of Sherlock's Dilemma, except without Psych. Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I own nearly nothing.

Chapter 1

"John, wake up!"

What is it this time? John thought. He rolled over and pulled the pillow over his head, trying to block out Sherlock's voice. "What is it, Sherlock?"

"Up. Now." Sherlock said, pulling the sheets off of John's bed.

"Oi!" John exclaimed, sitting up. "Sherlock..."

Sherlock began to rifle through John's closet, throwing random clothes at John. "Get up!" He shouted when he saw that John was still in bed.

John glanced at the clock. "Sherlock, it's three in the morning!"

"Thank you for pointing out the obvious, now get dressed!" Sherlock said, shoving a pair of trousers in John's face.

"Why?" John asked, pulling the trousers on over his boxers. He had learned not to be embarrassed when Sherlock saw him in his pants.

"We've got a case." Sherlock said, staring at John as he found his belt and looped it through the loops.

Lestrade... I'm gonna bloody kill him. John sighed. Is this what his life had come to? "At three in the morning?"

"Yes. Now come on." Sherlock grabbed John's arm, leading him out of his room.

"Wait!" John exclaimed, ripping his arm from Sherlock's grasp. "I haven't even got a proper shirt on!"

Sherlock examined John's day old white undershirt. "That will suffice. You can hardly see the tea stain." Sherlock turned and walked down the stairs to the door.

John sighed and walked after him, grabbing his black leather jacket off the hook.

Sherlock stepped out the door, John right behind him. The street was deserted, not even a taxi was in sight. Sherlock walked up to the curb and stood there, waiting patiently for a car to drive by.

John almost blew a fuse. "Sherlock, there's not gonna be any cabs out! It's three a.m., what do you expect, a whole line of cabbies just waiting outside the door?"

Sherlock looked at John with his clear blue eyes. "You're right, we'll have to walk. You need the exercise anyway, I think Mrs. Hudson's biscuits are finally getting to you." Then he turned around and walked away.

Damn it, Sherlock. John thought as he ran after him.

Sherlock and John walked for exactly 17 minutes and 23 seconds until they reached 351 Cumberland Avenue.

A/N: I have never been to London, so I don't know if there really is a Cumberland Avenue and if it's 17.23 minutes away from Baker Street (which probably doesn't exist either) so don't judge!

Sargent Donovan stood outside the door, talking into her radio. "Hello, freak." She said when she saw Sherlock and John.

"Not now, Sally." Sherlock said. "Just let us in."

Sally sighed and pressed the call button on her radio. "Freak's here." she said.

"Good, let him in." Lestrade's voice crackled over the radio.

Sally lifted the caution tape over the door, and Sherlock stepped inside. John was right behind him.

A small flat, not very expensive. owner's a girl judging by the purple lilac on the table... probably a college student because any self respecting person wouldn't but this flat if they didn't have to. That also means that the parents wanted her out, wouldn't even offer her a place to stay when she was low on money.

Sherlock walked into the small living room. An old couch, antique coffee table. Just stuff from a thrift store. That confirmed Sherlock's theory. He saw Lestrade watching him from the corner of the room, where they had set up a table for body suits and gloves. Lestrade wordlessly handed him a pair of gloves, knowing that he wouldn't put on a body suit. John grabbed a body suit, pulling it on over his trousers. "We're upstairs, right?" Sherlock asked.

"Mmm." Lestrade said, nodding.

Sherlock turned to go, but he ran full on into someone. "Oof!" They both shouted, grabbing their heads. "Watch where you're walking!" Sherlock said, looking at the person who he had run into. He stopped. "Katelyn."

Kate looked up, hearing her cousin's voice. "Sherlock?"

A/N: Exciting, right? Please review if you liked it! It really helps me write more often... hint hint, if you want me to upload, review!