For Gina, get well soon (: xx

Sorry if it's rubbish, it's coming right off the top of my head. Reviews much appreciated (:

STALKER

It was the sound of pounding footsteps that informed Watson that his nice, quiet day was about to be ruined. He didn't have many peaceful days where nothing happened, he was beginning to miss those days, but he continued reading his newspaper as if nothing unusual was happening. The running footsteps came closer and a few moments later the door flew open and then slammed shut.

"John," said the panicked voice of Sherlock Holmes.

"Morning," Watson said, not looking up from his newspaper.

"Quick, bolt the doors, seal the windows!" Sherlock said. There was a horrible crunching sound, Watson looked up to see Sherlock trying to move the dining room table.

"Sherlock, what are you doing?" Watson demanded as he watched Sherlock push the table firmly against the front door. "I don't really want to be locked in the house, especially with you."

"What's wrong? Nothing's wrong, everything's fine!" Sherlock began running around the house, leaping over chairs and tables to get the windows to close them.

"You're one of the worst liars that ever existed Sherlock, what's the matter?"

"I'm being followed!" Was all Sherlock would say. "We can't let her get in the house, if we do they'll be no escape!" After going around all the windows he could think of and making sure they were locked, Sherlock dived under the dining room table.

"Her?" Watson repeated, he would understand completely if Sherlock was being chased by an angry gang or DI Lestrade had finally lost it and was trying to murder him. But he hadn't been expecting a woman to cause Sherlock so much trouble.

"She's been following me for days, I think she knows where we live," Sherlock added with a hoarse whisper, crouching under the table, Watson was oddly reminded of Gollum.

"Sherlock, do you have a stalker?" Watson asked after a brief pause.

"Don't be stupid, she's not a heron!" Sherlock snapped back.

"No, I didn't say stork, I said stalker, as in unwanted attention from someone." Watson explained, suddenly the whole thing seemed quite amusing.

"Yes that definitely does sound like my problem at the moment…John, why are you laughing?"

Watson couldn't hold it in any more, before he could stop himself, he had burst in laughter, so hard he thought he was about to start crying.

"John I don't understand what's so funny," Sherlock said, gritting his teeth with annoyance.

"You're being stalked," Watson could hardly talk he was laughing so hard. "Aww you have a fan, you have no idea how this has made my day."

"Explain yourself John,"

"It's just so funny—"

"I'm not finding it remotely amusing."

"Of course you wouldn't!"

"Well you seem to understand the situation more than me John so tell me what's going on, and would you please tell me what's so funny," Sherlock was clearly annoyed now, but it took Watson a long time to control his laughter so he could speak properly.

"She's probably in love with you that's all, why else would she stalk you? If you can't think of any reason why she's chasing you, that has to be the reason."

"Hmm," Sherlock thought for a few moments. "Define love for me John."

"What!" Watson stopped laughing and became annoyed. "Don't be stupid Sherlock, it's impossible to explain what love is."

"Nothing's impossible, you're just finding it difficult. There's no difference."

"Yes there is. It's difficult to build a suspension bridge, it's impossible to make one out of celery," Watson pointed out. "Love is the strongest human emotion, so strong it's impossible just to explain with words, love is what makes us human. Without it, the human race would be…well, we would all be like you."

"I can see no reason why that should be a problem." Sherlock muttered.

"Really? I can think of plenty."

There was a pause while Sherlock thought for a few moments, still crouching under the table and holding onto one of the legs as if for dear life.

"Have you ever been in love John?" He asked suddenly.

"What? Sherlock I'm not answering that question," Watson snapped, slightly insulted.

"Why not?"

"Because love is a private and sensitive matter, I'm not going to tell you who I love, I know if I do you'll run around and tell everyone, probably the person I love as well."

"No I wouldn't!" Sherlock argued.

"Maybe not, but believe me I'm not going to take that risk."

"Fine," Sherlock grumbled. The two of them fell silent, Sherlock glaring at Watson while Watson turned back to his newspaper; he could still see Sherlock out of the corner of his eye. Suddenly Sherlock went very pale and his grip of the table leg tightened. "Can you hear that?" He whispered.

"Hear what?" Watson demanded, not bothering to lower his voice, in his opinion, there was no need.

"She's coming up the stairs," Sherlock hissed.

"Are you sure it's not just Miss Hudson?" Watson asked, not looking up from his newspaper.

"No, these aren't her footsteps,"

"Well I can't hear anything."

"What do you propose I do?" Sherlock demanded in a panicked voice

"Ask her out to dinner maybe, you never know, you might like her back." Watson replied calmly.

"I didn't mean it like that, I meant, do you think I should try to hide?" Sherlock asked.

"Sorry Sherlock, not really my problem." Just as Watson said these words he did hear footsteps, bounding almost enthusiastically up the stairs. They stopped at the door for a few moments, Sherlock sat frozen under the table, waiting for whoever was on the other side of the door to realise that she was unable to open it and leave.

There was a creek, and the door opened with hardly any effort at all.

"Hmm interesting," said Watson, as if stalkers came into their house almost every day. "The door opens outwards. You should have spotted that one Sherlock."

"Drat!" Was all Sherlock had time to say as he quickly crawled out from under the table and ran into his bedroom.

Watson looked up to see who was standing in the doorway, climbing casually over the table that was in her way. Watson wasn't sure who he was expecting, but who stood there took him by surprise. Sherlock's stalker was a fairly young looking girl; she can't have been more than eighteen. She was pretty with large, dark brown eyes and dark hair that fell just past her shoulders, she gave Watson one of those friendly smiles that you couldn't help but smile back at, no matter the situation.

"Hello," she said casually, "Watson isn't it?"

"Or John," Watson said after a slight pause, not sure what to say to this, the girl didn't seem to be a threat anyway. "And your name is?"

"Gina," she beamed. "I'm looking for someone you might know, he's tall, handsome, got dark hair. His name is Sherlock Holmes."

"Umm, yes that name rings a bell actually," Watson replied.

"You wouldn't happen to know where he is would you?" Gina asked.

"Oh he'll be around here somewhere," said Watson in a bored sounding voice, turning once again to his newspaper.

"Great thank you," the girl called Gina beamed at him again and then disappeared into the kitchen, Watson could hear her searching for him.

"John?" Whispered the voice of Sherlock Holmes, who almost sounded terrified, "John, is she in the house?"

"Yep."

"Why didn't you stop her?" Sherlock hissed, stepping carefully out his bedroom, trying not to make a sound.

"Oh I'm enjoying this far too much to do such a thing. Don't worry, she hasn't found you yet, but it's only a matter of time," Watson grinned from behind his newspaper.

Sherlock muttered something under his breath as he ran to the nearest window and yanked it open. Watson didn't have time to ask Sherlock what he was doing, because had already climbed out the window. Watson gaped in astonishment as Sherlock let himself fall, there was a muffled thud and an "ow" as Sherlock landed on top of whatever was just outside the window. After a few seconds of shocked silence, Watson shrugged and continued to read the paper.

"I can't find him anywhere," came the disappointed voice of Gina a minute or two later after she had finished searching the kitchen and had checked Sherlock's bedroom. "Are you sure he's in here?"

"He was," Watson mumbled from behind his newspaper, "he's just jumped out the window."

"Oh," Gina frowned with slight confusion as she went to the open window and peered out, her face relaxed into a smile again. "Oh yeah, there he is, thanks John."

"No problem," Watson replied as Gina climbed out the window and jumped down.

"John!" Came a sudden cry from Sherlock a few moments later. "John, how did she know I went out the window!"

"You're quite fortunate to have such a pretty stalker," Watson commented loud enough for Sherlock to hear.

"It's not funny John! John, can I have some help here? She's a really fast runner!"

Watson decided that government and politics was far too interesting for him to go to the window to see what was happening and try to help Sherlock. One thing he definitely knew was that this was going to go on his blog. He grinned to himself as he turned the page, Sherlock has a stalker, who would have expected that?