So I'm thinking this is after the fall. And I really wanted to say that I'm really surprised at the amount of feedback I'm getting from chapter one! Thank you guys! Sorry this chapter is so short!

Lestrade and Sherlock stood outside the room, where Miss. Collins was. She was sitting sitting on the floor after Lestrade finally managed to get Sherlock out of the room. "Did you hear what she said?" Sherlock asked once again. "The look on her face." He said softly shaking his head.

"What I'm still trying to figure out is how you even got her to talk to you. I was starting to think she couldn't." Lestrade said he took a drink of tea.

"It was simple really. You keep waiting for her to come to you when you need to go to her, get down there with her so you frighten her." Sherlock said looking through the one way window in at the woman. She had moved over towards the cot they had set up in the room and had wrapped herself up in the blanket, still sitting on the floor. Suddenly almost as if she knew he was watching her eyes quickly darted towards the window, looking right into his. "What are you going to do with her?" Sherlock asked, not looking away.

"Dunno, I'll have to turn her into the hands of a doctor eventually. So she'll probably be sent to the loony bin." Lestrade sighed. "Sad really."

"What if a doctor said he was interested in her and wanted to study, maybe even help her?" Sherlock asked, Lestrade could hear the tone of determination in his voice.

"What are you trying to get at Sherlock? There isn't anyone who is going to want her."

"What if I found someone though?"

"Well, then if they were willing to I could hand her over... Legally I'd have to, the station isn't a mental ward." Lestrade said sighing, starting to wonder what crazy idea Sherlock was going to come up with.

"Perfect." Sherlock said flinging his coat on. "I'll be back later."

"Where are you going?"

"To find a doctor." Sherlock said and disappeared.

Sherlock didn't bother to knock when he arrived at the small apartment, John was sitting at a desk shuffling through some papers. "John, I need you to come with me." Sherlock said walking over and standing by the desk. John didn't look up. "Normally when someone comes busting into another's home it means something important is going on and one needs to come quite quickly." Sherlock said, a bit annoyed at John's lack of enthusiasm.

"I'm busy Sherlock, I can't just go running off on your adventures anymore," He looked at a paper set it down and picked up another one, his brows ruffled in concentration.

"I'm not asking you to go on an adventure. I'm asking you to come with me, because I need your opinion on something. Your professional opinion." Sherlock said hoping to gain his friend's attention, it worked.

"You're not hurt are you?" John asked, taking his first look away from the papers in his hands to quickly dart over Sherlock to look for any visable wounds when he saw none he went back to his papers.

"No, it's not for me." Sherlock said, that caught John's attention.

He set his papers down and turned to face Sherlock. "Whats happened?"

Sherlock launched into what happened when he had went to Scottland Yard that morning, when he was done he just looked at John, expecting to see him bursting with excitement like he was, but he just let out a long breath and leaned back in his chair.

"And what do you need me for?"

"I want you to come look at her for me." Sherlock said as though it should have been obvious.

"Why are you so interested in her?" John asked, he had never seen Sherlock like this before.

"Why are you not? She's pratically ferral! How are you not interested to know more about her?" Sherlock asked leaning on the desk. "John when is the next time you are going to get to help someone like this? I told Lestrade I was coming back with a Doctor, he needs one to actually look at her and help her. Otherwise she going to end up in mental ward with no help what so ever."

"You don't know this girl do you?" John asked looking Sherlock in the face.

"No, why?"

"Nothing, just thought I'd ask." John stood up and grabbed his coat. "Well, lets go then."

Sherlock grinned gave the air a small punch with his fist in victory and preceded John out of the apartment and out onto the street.