Authour's Note- Hi all! So this is technically a sequel/continuation of another one of my stories called The Girl (If you haven't read that, I recommend you do as this will probably make a lot more sense. s/7972153/1/The-Girl There's a link, if you needed one!) It probably would make sense if you haven't read The Girl though...Anyway, I hope you enjoy! x

Chapter 1

John Watson sighed as he finally stepped through the door of 221 Baker street and out of the pouring rain. It had been 12 hours since he'd last been inside his home and the effects showed in his face. He couldn't wait to get a warm cup of tea in his hands and just waste the rest of the evening watching crappy reality TV. He briefly wiped his feet on the doormat, to avoid the wrath of his landlady for bringing wet foot prints though the house, before hanging his coat by the door and stepping through the porch. At the bottom of the staircase he found Mrs. Hudson leaning against the bannister, her back turned to him, which was odd since normally at this time of day she was hurrying about in the kitchen cooking herself dinner.

"Mrs. Hudson?" He asked startling her and causing her to turn sharply to face him "Is everything al-" she cut him off by raising a sharp finger to her lips, forcing him to stop speaking. She raised her eyes upwards and indicated that they both had to stay silent.

John had been hearing raised voices since he'd walked through the door but he'd just assumed that somebody had left the TV on too loud. However when he actually listened he realised that the arguing voices we're very familiar.

"He was just a kid Sherlock! He was, what? 5? 6 years old?" a feminine voice roared.

"Well he deserved to know" a low voice replied. John could tell that he was trying to stay calm, however he was not doing a very good job.

"Yeah, he deserved to hear it from a police officer or someone trained to deal with those situations. Not from-"

"No from who?" The male voice cut in.

"Well..." The female voice paused for a moment. "Just, not from you."

"And why not?"

"Sherlock...you were just so insensitive." The girl sighed.

"I am insensitive, you mean?" The male voice asked accusingly.

"No. You're not. You know that's not what I'm saying." The girl fought back.

"That's what you just said!"

"At the crime scenes, yes you are insensitive!" Now it was the woman trying to hide the anger in her voice "But at home...its like you're two totally different people!"

"Well, like it or not Jasmine, I'm not. There is only one of me. You cant love me at home and then not when we're at a crime scene." Sherlock shot back calmly.

"I'm not saying anything like that! I just..." Jasmine was lost for words. "... I'm going out." John heard footsteps heading towards the staircase.

"Where are you going?" Sherlock sounded panicked.

"I don't know." She replied, exasperated, as she began her descent down the stairs. "Just out."

As Jasmine started down the last flight of stairs she saw John and Mrs. Hudson side-by-side staring up at her. She stopped in her tracks and rolled her head back before looking back to them with a sad smile, her eyes glistening with the beginning of tears.

"Guess you heard that?" she sighed as she began her descent of the stairs. Both of them nodded in unison. As Jasmine reached the bottom of the stairs Mrs. Hudson reached out and took her hand.

"Come on dear," she cooed, "you're not going anywhere in weather like this. Come with me. We'll have a nice cup of tea and a chat." Jasmine let Mrs. Hudson put a gentle arm around her as she led her to the door of 221a. John was left standing at the bottom of the staircase watching them go. He let out a soft sigh before starting up the stairs to his friend.