"Freak!"

Sherlock awoke, startled from the nightmare. Constantly replaying what everyone has said to him. Glancing at the clock, he saw it was 4:00 am. Unable to sleep, Sherlock creeps into the living room, carefully avoiding the creaky floorboards. He picks up his violin and begins to play. The sound vibrating through the flat, calming his mind.

The sun was glaring brightly through the windows. Sherlock had continued to play until sunrise, unable to shake his frustration.

"Morning." Said John

No response.

"Breakfast?"

No response.

"I'll take that as a no." Said John, preceding into the kitchen for tea and breakfast. As the kettle boiled, John returned to the living room.

"Any cases?"

"No."

"Anything wrong Sherlock? You seem... distracted." said John handing Sherlock his cup of tea.

"Just fine."

"Alright."

The doorbell rang.

"I'll get that." Said John to go down to the door.

Sherlock heard muffled voices downstairs, and then the creak of the stairs as two people walked up to the flat. It sounded like a light step besides the heavy thud of Johns shoes.

"Sherlock, we have a case."

A teenage girl stood besides the door. She was dressed in a black jumper, jeans, and black boots. Her hair was long and was tied back into a messy ponytail.

"A jumper in summer?" said Sherlock

The girl looked down at her feet, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

"Sherlock, she doesn't have anywhere to live, her parents died and she doesn't have anywhere to go-" said John

"What was it today Anne, morphine or cocaine?" said Sherlock

"You know her?" said John "How could you possibly?"

"I knew her parents." said Sherlock

"I'm clean, and can I stay with you for a bit?" said Anne

"You can stay, I'll talk to him. Let me show you upstairs, while I talk to him." said John before leading Anne to her room.

After showing Anne her room, John walked over to Sherlock, who was still staring out the window.

"How did you know her?"

"I told you, I knew her parents. Please keep up."

"And her drug problem, she apparently has?"

"I was testing her, she's clean but she hasn't been for long."

"Sherlock, she says she thinks her parents aren't dead, and that they are after her. Would you happen to know anything about this, since you're such old friends?"

"She'll stay here and I'll help her." said Sherlock

"Good." said Anne reappearing at the door, tears streaking her face.