"Did you miss me? Did you miss me?", his words circle my mind. Seeing his face plastered on the television screens again, I sit in the alley. Knees bent into my chest, he can't be back. He killed himself on top of Bart's Hospital, in front of Sherlock Holmes he was dead. My heart beats quickly. I've been in hiding for years on the streets. A friend Billy Wiggins has been helping me, he's the only one that knows of my past.

Night comes quickly, his face left the tv hours ago. But I can't get him out of my head. He will find me, I know he will. He always has, I thought with his death I would be truly free. Wiggins and I sit on the sidewalk against a fence in Leinster Gardens. He keeps looking at me, worry casting across his face. "I'm fine, wiggy", he stares at me whispering liar. He chuckles, nodding towards a shadow that walks towards us.

"Ello, Mister 'Olmes, thought you were to be exiled?", he shakes his head muttering quick that he wasn't truly to be exiled. Sherlock passes Wiggins a paper, his eyes meet mine. His blue eyes are so dreamy, the color seems to change with different lights. I turn looking at Wiggins, don't stare into his eyes, Ella. Silently scolding myself. He isn't dreamy. He's just a man, a very smart man. No stop. Stop. He's just Sherlock Holmes.

"Ella, come with me. Billy take care of that", he walks away, Wiggins winks at me. I swallow a giggle. We take a cab to his flat. He dashes up the stairs, the door opens to John and Mary. I smile at them, saying a quick hello. Sherlock turns to me, "Ella, who are you? You know more about Moriarty than you let on. Tell me, who are you?", I look at the door. I could run, leave and never come back.

But there is no hiding from Sherlock. He stands in front of me, his face so close to mine. My green eyes staring into his blue eyes. No this is not romantic, get romance out of your head. He doesn't do romance, unless of course he needs something from you. Like Janine, she really liked him. "Mr. Holmes, I can not tell you, you wouldn't understand", he moves closer. His nose just brushing mine, I swallow my gasp. A knock breaks the tension, Mrs. Hudson walks into the room.

"Sherlock you never answer the door, this was left on the doorstep for Ella", he holds his hand out for the small box, Mrs. Hudson passes it to him. She walks out mumbling to herself. Sherlock's face hasn't moved in the slightest. I turn looking at John and Mary. All eyes fall on the box in Sherlock's hand. My name is written on the top, I would recognize that writing anywhere.

His fingers run across the box, in one swift movement he opens it. Inside there lay a teddy bear. My teddy bear, Jack. Sherlock looks at me, he lifts the bear. A small piece of paper is pinned to him. My hands shake, "Hello sister dear, did you miss me?".

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