A/N Hello again! I know I haven't updated this story in a while. I wasn't sure where to go with it. I think it figured this out, but if it sucks, please let me know what I can do to make it un-suck.

Disclaimer: Do you see a season five anywhere? No? Well then I still don't own Sherlock.

Chapter Two

Mrs. Hudson's POV

I was vacuuming when I heard the boys in the hallway. As I shut the vacuum down, I heard an odd noise. It was as if someone was being dragged up the stairs... Oh no. I do hope the boys aren't drunk. That certainly wouldn't do anyone any favors.

"Boys?" I called out, walking up to their flat to see what was going on. When I got to the top of the stairs I saw that their door was ajar. Odd. I cautiously pushed it open, peering into the flat. And stopped in my tracks when I saw what, or rather, who, was lying on their couch.

Sherlock's POV

I didn't quite know what to make of the kid. I could tell she was special, that much was obvious (although I doubt Anderson would be able to tell), I just didn't yet know what about her was so special.

As she layed on the couch (my couch, mind you), I watched John work. He patched her up as best he could and then left, muttering something about needing a cup of tea. I cocked my head slightly, thinking.

"Who are you?" I asked her, knowing she wouldn't answer. "Where are you from?"

I tried to deduce her, but found that she was a mystery to me. I couldn't deduce anything about her, which I found very worrying. I glanced around the room, deducing everything I could, the letter on the table was sent by someone who John knew, but didn't like; Mrs. Hudson went out today; John was in a rush today. Okay, so I still have my talent.

I looked back at the girl. Nothing. Not a single fact would come to my mind.

I heard the door open and didn't even bother looking to see who it was.

"Mrs. Hudson," I said, still staring at the girl. "How wonderful of you do drop by."

"Sherlock! Why is she here?" Wait. My eyes widened.

"She. As in her specifically?"

"Well yes, but-"

"Mrs. Hudson. I need you to answer something for me." I put my hands on her shoulders.

"Sherlock? What are you doing to Mrs. Hudson?" John asked as he walked back into the room.

"Not now, John." I needed Mrs. Hudson to concentrate. "Now, tell me, Mrs. Hudson. Do you know the girl?" I looked into her eyes, trying to deduce whether or not she was going to lie.

"Well, yes!" She looked surprised, pulling away. "She's my niece!"

A/N Sooooooo, there's that. Yay! Please review, I shall see you all shortly.