Maggie Tyler. Her name was Maggie Tyler and she knew something that would change the life of Sherlock Holmes forever.

Sherlock Holmes was stood by the window as always with violin in hand when a knock echoed through the flat and Sherlock stopped playing. "May I come in." A small delicate voice asked and Sherlock gave a swift nod. The girl was petite and had long black hair but the tips burnt with an blood red stain. "Hello. My name is Maggie Tyler." Sherlock didn't stop playing as she spoke. "They told me you were rude. That you don't care very much for feelings or love but I don't believe them." A silence fell on the room as Sherlock killed the music. He walked over to his chair politely sitting leaning forward and looking straight into Maggie Tyler's eyes. "Then your wrong. Now please...either tell me your case or get out." Maggie lent forward and smiled. Her pupils dilated and excitement grew on her face. "My case..." She pause as breathed out a small giggle. "Is you, silly."

"Me?" Sherlock laughed and stood but watched as Maggie's face grew upset and anger came very quickly to her. "Read me Sherlock. Like you read the notes of the music you play so beautifully. Tell me what you see. Who am I? The bad guy? The lover or the hater? The murder or the victim?" Sherlock turned to her and with no emotion in his voice said. "I see a little girl playing a game too big for her. Now if you don't mind I was composing." Maggie stood and walked towards the door but before she left she smiled once more and spoke in a voice ever so innocent to the normal being but to Sherlock there was a distinctive insanity lingering in the air. "I'l see you again Sherlock and I will prove you wrong. You will feel something. Goodbye...Mr Holmes." Then she was gone and Sherlock began to play again but something was different.

2 years Later.

Sherlock laid staring at at the ceiling when he got a call and off to the lap he went another lonely adventure well at least to everyone else that's what it looked like but Sherlock didn't see or feel or even notice he was always until one day he wasn't. "Hello. My names John Watson." Sherlock looked up from his micro scope taking his time to scan over john before going back to his micro scope. "Afghanistan or Iraq?" John was shocked this man had known him for seconds and yet he knew, somehow, that John had fought hard in war. Little did John know that one question would change the rest of his life.

4 years after meeting Maggie.

"So Sherlock...what mystery murder are we solving today?" Sherlock stoped playing the violin and a cold stiff silence spread across the room only to be broken by a sharp knock at the door and Sherlock's film voice. "Why don't you ask our guest." John felt a cold metal press against his head, a large man who seemed to know his way around a gun and he had shoot one before. Tattoos smothered his body and a piercing hung from his nose. But Sherlock just kept playing. "Now Maggie please. That's no way to greet an old friends best friend." Sherlock spoke softly almost as if it all just a joke but it didn't look like a funny one with a gun pointed to his best friends head. "Sherlock?" John spoke with fear laced in his voice and Sherlock threw his violin to the floor and spun around. "MAGGIE! STAND YOUR MAN DOWN!" John flinched at the sound of Sherlock shouting. Sherlock was a smart man who never needed to raise his voice for someone to listen. F or him someone was always listening. "I apologies Mr Holmes but it's some insurance in case anything may happen to me this afternoon." Maggie took a seat. " Please Sherlock...sit. Amuse me for a while. Its been years...have you enjoyed it?" Sherlock took a deep breath and sat down. "Well what was I supposed to be enjoying?" Maggie crossed her legs and smiled at Sherlock taking in every inch of him her head slightly tilted to the side. She looked at John for a few moments his eyes locked onto Sherlock watching his every move. "The game of course." Sherlock sighed "I always enjoy the game but I'm not sure I like this one Maggie. What do you want?" Maggie uncrossed her legs and lent forward and smiled wide. "I want you tell him your secret." Sherlock laughed and went to get up but Maggie's face fell and her expression went to a darker place. "Don't make me kill him Sherlock." Maggie smiled again as Sherlock took his seat again. "You wont kill him Maggie. I can read you like the notes to the beautiful music I play. Your not a killer, your a victim. Abused...by your mother and you father and disowned by the rest. You wouldn't hurt John Watson and we both know that. Your a scared little girl inside but why?"

"I've got it...A LOVER! But not just any lover. A long term lover...or maybe just the love of your life." Maggie's face was almost concerned. "But not a man...a girl no a women. She is your world. Your heroine." Maggie smiled returned and she looked at the ground for a moment. "Thank you Sherlock...It felt amazing to be read by one of the smartest men in the world but you missed one thing. I may not be a killer but my friend here is and you still haven't told John here your little secret." Sherlock looked almost shocked that Maggie didn't care about Sherlock's knowledge of her or her lover. "I don't know what your talking about Maggie." Maggie became angry and took a deep breath and turned to John. "I'm sorry that your friend is going to let you die. I thought he was better then letting his feelings get the better of him." Maggie nodded to the gun man and he cocked the gun. "Maggie! Please fine...I'll tell him." Maggie was almost bouncing with happiness. "Oh goody! Now hurry up Sherlock I have an appointment at 10 o'clock." Sherlock looked...scared? Was that fear that seemed to make his eyes shine with tears? No...not the great Sherlock Holmes broke by a small secret. A small tear ran down his face as he stood and came close to John he lent over and whispered ever so softly into his ear for only John to hear. Johns face looked shocked and confused as their eyes meet as Sherlock pulled away. But it was cut short by Maggie calling out to him. "Sherlock...say it so we can hear you." Sherlock's face turned from fear to anger as he lunged for Maggie but John was pushed to his knees by the gun man and Sherlock stopper. Maggie walked around Sherlock drinking him in. "Tut tut Sherlock. NOW SAY IT!" The scream was almost ear piercing but Sherlock didn't even flinch. "I think I'm in love with John Watson." Maggie laughed but it was forced. "Sherlock Holmes doesn't think anything. He KNOWS!" Sherlock felt to the floor as he was pushed into a position he had never even thought he would be in. "I love him." It was almost a whisper but everyone heard him. Maggie knelt down in front of him. "I know. Goodbye Mr Holmes."

End Of Chapter One.

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