On her way home from the bakery for the second time that day, the sun was setting as a black car rolled past her and stopped. Rolling down the window was a young woman with dark brown hair.

" Hello, could you get in the car please." she said politely.

Ryan stopped walking realizing that the woman was talking to her. " What's that now?"

" Could you get in the car please." she now said with a happy expression.

"Oh, No thank you." Ryan said starting to walk at a quicker pace. The black car started to roll along side of her. Making Ryan feel uncomfortable she headed down a short alleyway, taking out her phone to call the police. Looking back at the car stop, she saw a man get out of the front seat and start to head towards her quickening his steps.

" Leave me alone!" she called out to him as she made her way out to another main street. Her mind and heart raced as she ran, across the street she saw a ladder going up a fire escape and started to make her way up trying to make it as difficult as possible for the man still in pursue of her. Once she reached the third floor landing, seeing the man start to climb up, she brought her phone to her ear waiting for the operator. Ryan's phone was ripped from her hand as mouth was covered by a strong figure who came through a window dragging her though the building holding her arms behind her and leading her though the entrance of the building and to the same black car that was coming down the road. Ryan struggled, kicked and screamed if she could but it was only coming out muffles.

" Get off of me! I said NO! Please!" Ryan pleaded as the man let her speak, forcing her into the vehicle. The door was shut in her face and she started to bang on the window calling out for help. A hand gripped her shoulder as she spun around in fear she hit the figure behind her.

" OoF!" it sounded. Ryan gasped when she realized that she smacked John from earlier.

" J- John?! John? what are you doing here? " she started but looked around. They were in a nice car, a very nice car. The dark haired woman was smiling and texting on her blackberry.

" Everything is alright.." He tried to calm Ryan down. " I think."

" Seat belts please." The woman said cheerfully.

Readjusting in her seat cautiously buckling her seat belt she leaned in towards John and whispered " Whats going on?"

" Frankly I have no idea. I was on my way home and the phone rang in a telle box and now I'm here with Anthea." He said.

" Do you know each other?" She asked turning towards the woman wiping the stray tears from her eyes.

" Nope. " she said with a pop and went back to texting on her blackberry, the woman reached up toward the driver and he handed her Ryan's phone thus giving Ryan's phone back to her. They sat in silence most of the way there. Ryan's stress levels increase as the minutes past. She thought as to why John and her were being kidnapped. Then she thought back to the murder suicides happening around town. Ryan staying stoic, gripping her phone, just waiting to see where they were taking them but internally she was screaming for help. John sensed how nervous she was and placed a hand on her knee for comfort. Giving her some reassurance that everything is going to be okay... hopefully.

As the car came to a stop in a broken down warehouse that seemed to take forever to get to. Ryan can smell the salt in the air, so perhaps somewhere by the ocean she thought as John and her got out of the car. The car's headlights were fixated on a tall man in a business suit with an umbrella. There were two chairs in front of him.

" Have a seat Ms. Clarke and John." the man said pointing to the chairs with his umbrella.

" I'd rather stand, thank you. " Ryan said trying to size him up to guess his intentions.

"You know I've got a phone, Its very clever and all that but uh, you could just phone me... on my phone." John said as he hobbled over on his cane towards the man. Ryan kept slightly behind.

" When one is avoiding the attention of Sherlock Holmes, one learns to be discreet, hence this place. The leg must be hurting you. Sit down."

" I don't want to sit down." John snapped back at him.

It seemed to offend the man and he smiled " You don't seem very afraid, John. As for you Ms. Clarke you seem nervous, giving my men quite a work out."

" Oh yeah of course, Four murder suicides and a killer on the loose for kidnapping and killing innocent people on the street. Yes you could say that I'm nervous." Ryan nodded.

" You think I'm the killer?" he rebutted with a laugh.

" Could be."

" Smart girl, trusting no one." he laughed " But then again there's Mr. Watson here, which of who you only met today."

"True but if there's any funny business, I can always take his cane and beat you both with it." She said crossing her arms with a mocking smile.

" How brave of you." he smirked at her.

" Well besides threats of anyone doing anything you sir don't seem very frightening." John said eyeing the man. The man laughed out loud and turned towards John yet again.

" Oh yes, and the bravery of the soldier. Bravery is by far the kindest word of stupidity don't you think?"

" Well that's rude." Ryan said under her breath as John stared a hole into the mans face with anger.

" What are your connections to Sherlock Holmes?"

John spoke up first. " I don't have one. I barely know him. I met him ... today.

" A few weeks ago for me." Ryan added.

" Well besides Ms. Clarke here, John you since this morning, you've moved in with him and now your solving crimes together. Might we expect a happy announcement by the end of the week?"

" Well if your so interested in him maybe we should introduce you?" Ryan snapped back.

" Trust me my dear we have met before you were even a thought." he smirked.

" Who are you? Really who are you?" John asked.

" An interested party." he said plainly.

" An interested party in Sherlock. Why? I'm guessing your not friends."

" You've met him. How many friends do you imagine he has? I'm the closest thing to a friend Sherlock Holmes is capable of having."

" and whats that"

" An enemy. In his mind certainly. If you were to ask him, he's probably say his archenemy. He does love to be dramatic."

" Well thank god your above all that." John said sarcastically.

Just at that moment both of their phones chirped with a message. Ryan silenced her phone in her jacket pocket and continued to cross her arms. No use in interrupting a potential killer, sassing him was pushing it enough for her. John on the other hand checked his phone.

" Hope I'm not distracting you. Ms. Clarke was kind enough to silence her phone."

" Not distracting me at all." John said cheerfully and put his phone away.

" Do you both plan to continue your association with Sherlock Holmes?"

" I could be wrong, but I think that its none of your business."

" It could be" the man said eyeing John.

" It really couldn't."

" If you do move into and in your case remain living in , um.. 221 Baker st. I would be happy to pay you a meaningful sum of money on a regular basis to .. ease your way's." he said happily.

" In exchange for what?" John questioned.

" Information. Nothing Indiscreet, nothing you'd feel uncomfortable with. Just tell me what he's up to...I worry about him, constantly."

" Aww that's nice." Ryan said with a sarcastic motherly tone.

" But I would prefer for various reasons that my concern go unmentioned. We have what you might call a difficult relationship. One that you are familiar with your self Ms. Clarke with your brothers."

This caught Ryan's attention, ' Who is this man? First Sherlock and now him. Something isn't right here.' she thought. Her fear was racing up inside of her and as a thousand thoughts raced through her head, John and her phone buzzed again. She peered at her phone a bit but still keeping it in her pocket.

'If inconvenient, come anyway, SH'

" I don't mean to interrupt but may I take that?" Ryan said pulling out her phone and pointing to the car.

" Oh yes by all means, we'll be in touch." He said with a smile.

Walking back to the car Ryan thought, 'Forget potential killer this man is beyond just a murderer he's working on a WAY different level and if he knows about Brad and Collin, he must know about my father.' She checked her phone at the message. ' Why does the past always catch up to me?'

She reached the car and dialed the number who texted her.

" I take it that SH is for Sherlock." she said while she heard the other line pick up.

" Yes it is," she heard his voice on the other end.

" How did you get my number?" she asked.

" Not important. I need your help." He said blankly.

" What do you need help with?" she asked. turning to see John hobble over.

" Can't discuss it over the phone, just come to 221B." he said quickly and hung up on her.

" Rude." she sighed and rubbed her temples as she saw John walk over to her. " Sorry about that John I just had to get away from that guy." Ryan said rubbing Johns arm. " What did you say?"

" I declined his offer, what happened back there? Are you really just a baker cause if not just let it all out now before we have to go through something like this again with another potentially dangerous person." John looked at her seriously.

"Yes, I am just a baker John," she reassured " Question though, you've barely known Sherlock and me a day. How can you be so loyal?" she asked. Seeing his face turn sour, she started again. " Not that there's nothing wrong with that, its just not a lot of people have that quality."

" Well the military and medical school definitely teach you a thing or two about manners." he ensured. " What was that he said about you though. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah everything is fine, from what he said I do have a past but nothing that will disturb your life in anyway." she said quickly. " Look, I really just want to get into the car and go home and sleep, because today has been a very strange up to this point and I would just like to forget it." She gestured.

" I've come to take you home." Anthea said still looking down at her phone.

" Thank you, are you coming John?" Ryan questioned holding out her hand for him to take.

John stood there and breathed out a heavy sigh. Ryan seemed to be telling the truth and by her trembling hand she was scared. Not stressed but scared of something. John realized that she wasn't going to tell him easily, but all he could do is be there for her. Even though they had only met a few hours ago he felt a sense of protection for her. He grabbed her hand and they went to the car. After stopping at John's last flat, he checked his messages when he got into the car again.

" Did he text you too?" Ryan said as she rubbed her face tiredly.

" Yeah his last text said that it could be dangerous. Did you get the same?" John questioned.

" No, just to come to 221B. Called him though, said he needed help but he didn't say." Ryan said. " I'm starting to see a pattern with him but it's hard to tell... are you sure you want to live there.. with him?"

" Kind of don't really have a choice, pension is drying up. Plus you live above us. So look who's talking." He laughed.

" He moved in after I got there, I'm not moving anywhere if I don't have to. I lived in a two bedroom one bath with seven other people with no air conditioning I might add, I think I can handle you and Sherlock." Ryan said proudly. Anthea giggled at this never looking up from her phone.

" Seven people?!" John exclaimed. "Was that just before you lived in here?"

" No it was back in the states, just outta high school and off on my own." she smiled. " I moved here because... I wasn't having the best of luck." Ryan's smile faded thinking back.

" How so?" John asked carefully.

Ryan took in a deep breath and let it out. " A story for another time John. A story for another time." her eyes looked toward Anthea. " Plus she's telling her boss everything."

" W-what?" he looked toward the woman and sighed in defeat. " Can you at least not tell him where we went?"

Anthea glanced to John and said "Sure" sweetly.

A few moments went by and he sighed again. " Your telling him right now aren't you?"

" Yeah." she confessed and went back glued to her phone.

Ryan laughed at her response and patted Johns leg to help comfort him.

Back at 221 Baker St. Ryan waved to Anthea and waited for John to join her. She searched her pockets and realized that she gave her main key to Sherlock and forgot to pack the other set. She knocked on the door and waited for Mrs. Hudson. " Sorry John, I forgot my key again." she sighed.

" It's okay as long as it doesn't become habit." John said waiting with her.

The two walk into 221B witnessing Sherlock laying on the couch clutching his arm and breathing in and exhaling a large breath of air.

" What are you doing?" John asked worried. Sherlock exposed his arm and showed them three nude colored patches.

" Nicotine patch, helps me think. Impossible to sustain a smoking habit in London these days. Bad News for brain work. Ryan your key is on my desk."

"Thanks so you won't be needing it?" She asked as he shook his head. "Well anyway good news for breathing, seems like your fine. I'm out." Ryan quickly said grabbing her key from the desk and turned to leave. John caught her by the arm, her body sinking in defeat.

" Oh No no no no no you don't." John said and turned her back around escorting her inside their flat.

" Breathing!" Sherlock exclaimed. " Breathing is boring." Sherlock remained to lay on the couch with his hands together as John stood in front of him waiting.

" You asked us to come, I'm assuming its important." John reminded him as Ryan sat down on the arm of one of the chairs uneasy.

" Oh yes, Ryan. May I borrow your phone?" he asked turning his head towards her. "My phone?" She said feeling it in her pocket.

" Yes, don't want to use mine. Always a chance the number will be recognized. Its on the website." he said blankly.

Ryan took out her phone and walked towards him, putting it in his hand. " Sure, but doesn't Mrs. Hudson have a phone too? We were on the other side of London so if you just neede-"

" She's down stairs, tried shouting but she didn't hear me."

" Is that all?!" John asked in anger, hobbling towards the chair he was in earlier.

" There was no rush." Sherlock explained holding her phone between his palms.

" I hope this is about the case." John said.

" Her case, her suitcase obviously. The murderer took her suitcase, first big mistake." Sherlock said still holding her phone between his hands. " There's no other way. We'll have to risk it... Ryan. On my desk, there's a number. I want you to send a text." he extended his arm with her phone to her.

" Whoa, hold up there, risk what exactly?" Ryan questioned. Looking down at him taking her phone back holding it to her chest. " If your going to have me sending texts to some kind of psycho, I'm out." she confessed strongly.

" No, not at all. Just send it." He said staring dead set into her eyes. " Please."

Ryan and Sherlock stared at each other for a few moments more his sharp eyes looking her over to see any resistance and there it was, as she sighed deeply turning and heading toward his desk. ' Interesting' he thought. ' I'm clearly annoying her but she's doing as I ask. Why?'

She shuffled his papers about to find a note with a woman's name and number. 'Jennifer Wilson'. Ryan seemed it best not to question who and what their relationship was and to just go with it. As Ryan cleared her throat thinking about if this woman could be an ex or being stalked by him, Sherlock noticed how long she was taking and that her hands were shaking.

" Whats wrong with you two?" Sherlock asked also noticing John uneasy in the chair.

" Nothing," she covered and entered the number into her phone "We ran into one of your so called 'friends' on my way home, not by choice I might add."

" A friend?" Sherlock questioned.

" An enemy." John clarified.

" Oh... Which one?" Sherlock asked seemingly relieved.

" He called himself your 'archenemy'," Ryan air quoted. " I call him 'Rude' if you ask me."

Sherlock's head snaked in Ryan's direction and looked her up and down, her hands and forearms were close to her chest with her cell and the number when she typed. She was startled, something that Sherlock would keep a mental note of. "Did he offer you money to spy on me?"

" Yes, but I didn't take it." John said with a steady tone.

"Ryan?" Sherlock kept his gaze on her.

" Sort of ran away from the situation, so didn't get a chance to say." she answered slightly embarrassed.

" Good, " Sherlock turned back. " We could split the fee... John do think it through next time." he scolded.

" Who is he by the way? You know before I do your bidding." Ryan joked holding out her phone.

" The most dangerous man you've ever met... and not my problem right now." he said in a hurry. " Now quickly I want you to write these EXACT words. ' What happened at Lauriston Gardens? I must have blacked out? 22 Northumberland Street, Please come.' "

Ryan stopped texting and looked up. " You blacked out somewhere?" she questioned with a smirk. " You don't seem like the partying type."

" What? No!" Sherlock became impatient, got off the couch striding to her looking over her shoulder to see how much she had typed. " Just type and send it." Ryan was surprised by how close he was and could feel his breath on her head and neck. " Quickly please."

Ryan moved away from him and scoffed. " Well if you weren't so close I could focus, now do you spell Lauriston like Laurie with an I and a ston at that the end?" he sighed deeply seemingly annoyed. " I'm not from around here if you care to remember."

" Oh its obvious," He insulted. " And yes you do spell it that way also add in one of those obnoxious smiling faces at the end of it."

She had typed the rest and sent the message. " There done." Showing him that the message had been sent. " Happy now?" she said perturbed. Although he didn't answer her and retrieved a pink suitcase from his kitchen. " Oh the poor girl, you are stalking her aren't you?"

" Stalking? No. This is evidence." Sherlock flung open the case and waited in front of it patiently. John sat wide eyed as it dawned on him.

" That's... the pink lady's case. That's Jennifer Wilson's case."

" Yes obviously." Sherlock sat. " Oh, perhaps I should mention, I didn't kill her."

" Wait, whats going on?" Ryan said confused. " Did I just text a dead woman's phone?"

" Well, John from the text that Ryan just sent and the fact that I have her case is a perfectly logical assumption."

" Do most people assume you're the murderer?" John questioned.

" Now and then, yes." He said proudly and sat up on the backing of his chair. "Now the killer must have driven her to Lauriston Gardens. He could only keep her case by accident if it was in the car. Nobody could be seen with this case without drawing attention to themselves, particularly a man, which is statistically more likely. So obviously he'd feel compelled to get rid of it." he thought out loud. " But the moment he thought he still had it wouldn't have taken him more than five minutes to realize his mistake." He turned to John. " I checked every back street wide enough for a car five minutes from Lauriston Gardens and anywhere you could dispose of a bulky object without being observed. Took me less than an hour to find the right skip."

" Pink, you got all of that because you realized the case would be pink?"

" Sherlock?" Ryan said with a questionable smile. He ignored her.

" Well it had to be pink obviously." Sherlock continued.

" Why didn't I think of that?" John questioned himself but Sherlock answered him.

" Because your an idiot." John looked at him with amazement. Sherlock rolled his eyes and hopped up to sit in the chair normally. " No, no no, don't be like that. Practically everyone is."

" What is so special about the case?" Ryan asked feeling uneasy.

" This is the victim's suitcase, are you not following along? " Sherlock eyed her. " Now, look, do you see what's missing?"

" From the case? How could I?" John said bitterly still a bit upset from being called an idiot.

" Her phone." Sherlock helped. " Her phone, wheres her phone? You know she had one, there's her number there Ryan just texted it." Ryan gripped her phone nervously intently listening to Sherlock's deductions. Hoping that there's not someone on the other end of that line. 'They barely know each other, he wouldn't have her contact a dangerous serial killer.. would he?' she thought.

" Maybe she left it at home." John defended.

" She has a string of lovers and she's careful about it. She'd never leave her phone at home." Sherlock said calmly looking over the case.

" Oh, I well- W-Why did Ryan just send that text?" John questioned pointing to her.

" That's my question, Why did I Sherlock?" Ryan said raising an eyebrow in annoyance, feeling that she will not like the answer.

" Well, the question is, where is her phone now?" Sherlock stated answering a question with yet another question.

" The murderer-" Ryan feared. "Sherlock, please tell me you didn't have me text a murderer."

Sherlock was clearly avoiding the her questions. " Maybe she left it when she left her case. Maybe he took it from her for some reason. Either way, the balance of probability is the murderer has her phone."

" Unbelievable.." Ryan whispered to herself. 'I've barely known the guy and he lies to me.'

" You wouldn't have done it, we had to find out one way or another if the killer had the phone." Sherlock reasoned.

"And in that process you gave my number to a serial KILLER! John was right here the whole time but you insisted that I do it.. Why?!" she said with anger in her voice. He didn't have an answer he just stared at her, notating her reaction. Just in the moment her phone rang startling her. She yelped and threw it in the air towards Sherlock who swiftly caught it.

"Anyone who had found that phone would just ignore a text like that, but the murderer... would panic." Sherlock said shutting the pink case rushing up to fling on his jacket.

" You know what I'm so done with this day. I'm outta here, good luck with your stupid case." she said arms up in defeat and dashed out and down stairs. The silence was heavy after that, only broken by Sherlock clearing his throat while tying his scarf thinking of her reactions. ' Everyone's the same.' He concluded to himself.

" Knew it wouldn't be long until she blew her top." He said factually "Well then back to the case. Now John, as I was saying, the killer had made a dire mistake. He- "

Sherlock saw John hobble towards the window to see Ryan taking in deep breaths and beginning to wander the streets. " She's probably not going to forgive you for that."

" That was just an social experiment. No use in worrying about her she's fine." he confided. " Anyways, back to the case."

" W-wait a minute, this was just an experiment to you? She was your experiment?" John asked in a huff. " She's a person Sherlock for godsakes and you annoyed her to the point where she left. We were kidnapped today if you care of not. Ryan got the worse of it she ran for her life, but they still forced her into the car."

" And there is a killer on the loose and we are on the case right now," Sherlock raised his voice. " Can we please get back to work?" John stared at him and looked out the window again to see the London night. Wondering if Ryan will be alright. Sherlock saw the worry in his eye and sighed deeply. " Fine next time I see her I'll apologize, now will you come on?"

" Yes, but do it properly. Consisting of the words. ' I'm Sorry'. " John said strictly, he hobbled over to retrieve his coat.

" UHH ! 'Sorry' is just so boring." Sherlock trailed on rushing downstairs with the good doctor behind him.

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