AN: Hello again everyone! It seems now that I started to write, I can't seem to stop. I am more likely going to be taking more time with this than I did with my first chapter as I do actually want to hear back from you guys and hear what you guys have to say as well as add more to the story. I'm also going to try and make the chapters a bit longer, I have set a personal goal and will try to get there every time. But any who, I'll be writing more down at the bottom. See you there!

I don't own Sherlock!

Chapter 2

John was currently staring at Rosalie with concern while Sherlock was looking her dead in the face. It sort of unnerved her a bit. Now she knew how the clients felt. It sent a shiver down her back as he didn't let up his gaze. "Are you alright miss?" Her chest felt tight and her throat burned as air seemed to be lacking. John almost got up before she squeaked out that she was alright.

"You're hyperventilating though." Was she really? John looked all over her, seeming to search for further proof to diagnose her that she was not okay. "Really, sir. I'm alright. Just everything is just seems to crashing down around." And it was. One day, she is happy and thinking about the sort of future she would have with Avery, the next, she finds out the truth, runs away to London only to arrive in a different London than she believed that she was to be landing in.

"Oh it is isn't it? After all, that's why you ran away, correct?" Rosalie looked up into the icy blue eyes of Sherlock Holmes. She knew about the condition which caused his eyes to go green to blue, but in this light, it was blue and it was freaking her out a bit how intently they were looking at her. She knew Sherlock could look at someone and deduce their whole life just with a single glance. If she had come prepared mentally and had been ready for it, she would have been more excited that the Sherlock Holmes had deduced her whole life. But in the moment, all she wanted right now was to punch him. And she also really wanted to know to how he knew.

"Sherlock, not now-"

"How?"

Sherlock arched one brow before he complete ignored John and showed off how he is the only consultant detective in the world.

"The luggage under the table suggests you just arrived from the airport and going by the baggage tag, from very far away. However the size and amount suggests that this trip was rushed and seeing how you are here with the bags and not at a hotel meaning you forgot to book a room. The bags under your eyes shows that you have had little sleep in the past few days meaning that whatever caused this happened recently. Your clothes and quality of bags suggest wealth and the ticket peeking out of your pocket says first class and the incident I believe that caused you to run away was that you found out your fiancé was cheating on you which is why you left your cellphone turned off since you got on the plane to avoid his calls."

Rosalie gaped at him. He was right. Avery did cheat on her. Well, he also did something else that that was far worse, but right now, Rosalie was in shock on finding out she might just be in another world with her favorite characters and she still wanted to punch him. Maybe asking how was a bad idea.

"You- You- You high functioning sociopath!" Rosalie yelled at him and turned away. Sherlock's eyes widen just a tad bit. John's as well. They both turned away from the fuming woman and started to make small talk as if Rosalie didn't exist. Angelo soon came around and brought John a plate of food which John hesitantly began to tuck into. Rosalie was thoroughly ignoring them as they began their conversation as if she wasn't there. Or at least she tried to ignore them. The memories of why she left filtered through her head and slowly all of the times she watched Sherlock came through. He really wasn't a sociopath. He tried to be, most of the times he was. Like 95%, but he wouldn't have jumped off St. Bart's if he didn't care about John or Lestrade or Mrs. Hudson. He wouldn't have killed Magnussen if he didn't care about Mary. He wouldn't have half killed himself for John if he didn't care.

Feeling bad for yelling at Sherlock, Rosalie pushed her half-finished plate away and stood. Neither one of the boys noticed and continued on their conversation which was on the topic of relationships when Rosalie tapped Sherlock on the shoulder. He turned and looked up at the woman from before and noticed her fidgeting. John stared a bit, noticing she had calmed from before, seeing as how her breathing was slower and her color better.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you, sir."

Sherlock and John both looked surprised, John more than Sherlock. 'Probably because no one's ever apologized for shouting at Sherlock before.' Rosalie thought. She fidgeted some more under his gaze. "Apologies accepted." John said as Sherlock continued to look at her. Rosalie nodded, and finally Sherlock's gaze turned back to the window he was looking through before. "Look across the street, taxi. Nobody getting in and nobody getting out. Why a taxi?" he whispered.

John turned in his seat as both he and Rosalie looked out the window. Rosalie already knew the answer but now she had her chance to finally see it in action. In real life! Sherlock was going on about someone being clever when John pointed out that that's their man, the passenger looking around in the back.

'No Mister Gimpy, it's not. It's the crazy cab driver up front.' Rosalie thought. Sherlock told John off for staring when John said he was staring as well when Sherlock got out of his seat and grabbed his coat. This was it. The big chase scene in episode one. Sherlock and John would run after a taxi on foot and intercept it. Rosalie thought for a moment, should she follow them? Every fangirl must have at least once in their life think of what it would be like to live in the world of their favorite shows and interact with the characters. There's a whole freaking website for it and way more.

To follow or not to follow, that is the question. John was moving and she didn't have much more time left to think this through. To follow after the Sherlock Holmes and Doctor John Watson was dangerous and more than likely insane. The smart thing to do would be to sit down and think of a way to go home. Not to follow a mad man and his loyal companion on a crazy roof top chase. It would be dangerous… The hell with it.

She turned around, grabbed her jacket and threw a 50 pound note on the table. John was just out the door when Rosalie turned back around and followed after them. Shit, she just can't follow two random men she didn't know around London, not without good reason. Besides being from a different world entirely, that is. She'll just have to make her excuse on the go. She did smile when she caught a glimpse of John's forgotten cane in the corner however.

Rosalie rushed through the door and just about crashed into the army doctor. "You know, I think it's illegal to dine and dash." She said as John turned around to see who it was that bumped into him. "Oh, miss, what are you doing out here?" "I could ask you the same thing, Mister…."

"John. John Watson." Rosalie smiled as John lifted a hand to her. She reached out and for the first time ever shook hands with a fictional character. Suddenly there was a squealing followed by a crashing sound and they both turned to see Sherlock on the hood of a nearby car in the street. John simply let go and took off after Sherlock, Rosalie not far behind him. They got to the curb where the cabbie had parked when Sherlock slowed. "I got the cab number!" John exclaimed. Sherlock didn't even look at him when he said, "Good for you," and seemed to curl in on himself. He started to talk to himself, muttering about one ways, traffic lights, and pedestrians. Rosalie watched in awe as Sherlock mapped out an alternative route in his head to intercept the cabbie. Suddenly Sherlock stopped and pointed, springing into action. John and Rosalie quickly followed and watched as Sherlock man handled and pushed a man out of the way, John quickly yelled out an apology and Rosalie just flash a bright smile at the man. The three bounded up the stairs, sounding like a herd of elephants and opened a door which led to a room with more stairs. Sherlock ran up the stairs and John was slowly but surely staying close behind. Rosalie knew that soon they would be making it to the roof soon and sure enough, she turned a corner and there she was behind John and Sherlock on the rood. For once now going down the stairs.

'They make it look so freaking easy on the TV screen', she huffed as she vaulted over the railing after John. 'This shit hard.' She thought. Jumping around and running after Sherlock and John a little ways ahead of her. 'Okay, what's next? Ah, yes. Mind the gap.' She smiled at her little joke as she witnessed Sherlock not even lose pace at the gap, jumping without hesitation. John slowed, stopped, waited, then jumped after Sherlock egged him on and made it. Rosalie simply ran harder for a moment and jumped across, landing and jumping once more down to the walkway John and Sherlock were on.

'Almost there, Rosie, almost done running.' She told herself. Breathing was getting a little bit harder as she pushed herself to keep up. Sherlock led them to some fire escapes which brought them down to the streets again and soon they were running down alleys and back ways when they watched as the cab drove past the opening up ahead. Sherlock grunted and fixed his route, calling out this way and turned right. Rosalie followed him. John however turned left.

"NO this way." "Sorry."

The chase continued. Now they sped their way on busier streets before turning back into alleys. Sherlock burst ahead and threw himself into the street and practically onto the car.

"Police! Open it up." John and Rosalie followed and watched as Sherlock opened the back door and looked at the man, catching their breath.

"No. Teeth, turn ups. What- Californian?" Sherlock went and looked at the baggage tag. "LA, Santa Monica. Probably just arrived." Sherlock began to look around as John looked at him in disbelief.

"The luggage." Rosalie said from behind them. Sherlock arched an eyebrow as John looked at her now. Sherlock began to talk to the American again. "I saw him look at the bag, Mister Watson. And he just did the same to me in the restaurant." John looked back at Sherlock now as he was asking if everything was alright. The man said yeah.

"Welcome to London." Sherlock said and shut the door. The three walked away for a bit but turned around. "So basically, just a cab that slowed down for a bit."

"Basically."

"Not the murderer."

"Not the murderer, no."

"Wrong country, good alibi."

"As they go."

"Where did you get this?"

John pulled the badge from Sherlock's hand.

"Detective Inspector Lestrade?"

"Yeah, I pickpocket him when he's being annoying. You can keep that one, I've got plenty at the flat."

John started to chuckle and Sherlock gave him a look which he caught.

"No, no just… Welcome to London."

Giggling interrupted the two and they turned back to look at the female that had been following them. "What are you doing here?" Sherlock questioned. Rosalie looked up from trying to stifle her laughter in her hands to the men she had been following. "Well someone ran out on their tab, I just wanted to mention that." She looked between them and saw the American man from the cab talking to an actual officer.

"Uh oh." The two looked down her line of sight and saw what she did. "Got your breath back?" Sherlock asked. "Ready when you are." John replied.

The three took off down the road again, only really slowing down once 221B was in sight. Sherlock opened the door and quickly all three filed in and John slammed the door shut. Rosalie huffed as she began to pull off her jacket, hat and scarf while John hung up his coat. Sherlock merely shrugged off his coat and threw it over the end of the banister. Rosalie didn't know where to put her things before deciding to put it over the hand rail by Sherlock's.

"That was ridiculous. That was the most ridiculous thing I've ever done." John breathed out as he leaned against the wall. Sherlock leaned next to him and Rosalie decided to take a seat on the stair, still trying to catch her breath.

"You invaded Afghanistan." The three laughed. John pointed it out that it wasn't just him. They continued to laugh until he asked what they were doing at the restaurant. Sherlock began to explain that Angelo's can keep an eye out and that it was probably a long shot anyway.

"So, what were we doing there?" John asked, voice clear now that he had caught his breath. Sherlock cleared his throat. "Oh, just passing the time... And proving a point." He said with a smirk.

Rosalie had been sitting quietly on the stairs now watching them interact with each other. This was the moment that was open on her screen when she arrived at the airport last night. She remembered dreaming of living in the world of Sherlock and now here she was, sitting on the stairs of 221B Baker Street as Sherlock Holmes called out to Mrs. Hudson that Doctor Watson will be taking the room upstairs. She heard someone knocking on the door and watched as John went to answer it.

"What are you still doing here?" Rosalie looked up from where she saw Angelo hand John his cane to see Sherlock standing over her. She was only five foot three, the man was towering over her with that weird look in his eyes like he had a puzzle he can't quite figure out. "You ran out on your tab." She reminded him. That is what she had told John outside Angelo's and what she had told them after they had caught up with the taxi. Rosalie also knew that Angelo gave Sherlock free food, but he doesn't need to know that she knew. "Angelo allows me to eat for free." He replied and looked down at the woman on the stairs. There was something off. Something she was holding back something.

"Oh well, then I guess I paid for you guys anyways." The fifty was plenty to pay for both John and her unfinished meals. Sherlock opened his mouth to speak when John's voice called out, cutting the one sided interrogation off. "Uh, miss. There's something for you as well." Said miss frowned. 'Why would there something for me as well….. Shit.' Rosalie shot from the stairs and was at the door in a flash. She greeted Angelo with a big bright smile.

"Hello, sir! Sorry about leaving so suddenly, I did leave enough money to cover the food though." Angelo chuckled as he hauled the largest bag she had up the stairs, placing it next to the other two bags. "Yes, miss you did, enough to also cover the taxi ride as well." He smiled down at her as she reached out to gather her belongings. "Thank you sir, for bringing them." Angelo chuckled once more before waving off, saying no need. "I saw you follow Sherlock and I figured you might end up here. Also figured I might save you a trip." Rosalie's smile just grew wider at the man and soon he turned and she hauled her things into the flat. She set her things down in the hall and returned just in time to see a flustered Mrs. Hudson asking Sherlock what he's done.

"Mrs. Hudson?" Sherlock asked, concern laced through his voice. Rosalie would have smiled at the emotion in his voice now if this wouldn't have been a serious moment. Soon, the cabbie would be here and Sherlock would have to go to get answers as well as make the first move in the great game.

Mrs. Hudson merely said upstairs and Sherlock took the stairs two at a time, John and Rosalie following as well. Sherlock turned and opened the door to the flat and rushed up to a man with early graying hair sitting in a familiar chair as people from Scotland Yard milled around the room.

"What are you doing?"

Detective Inspector Greg Lestrade went on to rant about Sherlock finding the pink case and they began an argument that Rosalie had heard a hundred times, so she decided to take in 221B for herself seeing as she was here in person! The wallpaper wasn't marked with the smiley face yet, but the skull picture in blue was there. The couch where Sherlock took clients and often times sulked sat behind a cluttered coffee table which some Yard people were milling about. Rosalie walked further into the flat and turned around to see the two chairs in front of the mantle that would in the future hold John Watson and Sherlock Holmes on many occasions, especially on one particular drunk night in two or so years. 'I wonder who has the better chair?' The mantle had the famous skull on it and Rosalie was very tempted to just grab it and run and vanish off the face of this earth. More than likely though, Mycroft could find her down and Sherlock would make her return it. The books though had to be her favorite part. Towering from floor to ceiling, the shelves were slightly bent under the weight of the couple hundred or so books they hold. Rosalie loved to read, as it was possible one of the oldest artistic ways to escape reality. She had a library back home that she would lounge in all day on the rainy days, devouring books after books with a cup of tea and a blanket.

"Anderson, what are you doing here on a drugs bust?" Sherlock snarled. That brought Rosalie back. A tall thin man became visible to her and a shiver went down her spine at just the sound of his voice saying he volunteered to be there. Lestrade piped up that all the officers here were not strictly on the drugs squad. Rosalie however was caught up in the fact when a young snarky woman she knew held up a jar of eyeballs and asked if they were human. Suddenly she was glad she didn't finish dinner.

"Put those back." Sherlock said.

"They were in the microwave." Sally replied.

"It's an experiment." Sherlock said snidely.

Rosalie now stood with John, who honestly was looking sort of lost. "You okay?" she asked. John looked at her and just gave this half-hearted shrug. "Yes, I suppose. Bit lost though." He turned his gaze and did his little half glare look around the room. She did the same for a moment. Sherlock and Lestrade were arguing loudly together, the slap dash drug squad was still searching what Rosalie was hoping to be none existent drugs and John was still just standing there.

"I never did properly introduce myself did I, Mister Watson?" John turned back to Rosalie and she smiled at him. "Hi, I'm Rosalie." She raised her hand to him just as he did to her outside of Angelo's. He smiled in return and brought his hand up that wasn't still holding his now useless cane. "Pleasure to meet you, Miss Rosalie."

"Just Rosalie, or Rosie if you like."

"Than just call me John."

Their conversation was cut short when Lestrade mentioned Rachel being a Jennifer Wilson's only daughter. Sherlock got this confused look on his face, muttering why. Anderson spoke up from the kitchen. "Never mind that, we found the case. According to someone, the murderer has the case and we found it in the hands of our favorite psychopath."

"I'm not a psychopath, Anderson. I'm a high functioning sociopath. Do your research." Sherlock whipped around and snidely said. Sherlock whipped back around and began to rattle off demands of seeing Rachel. Lestrade barely got out that she was dead before Sherlock went on that there had to be a connection, the how's, where's, when's and whys. Lestrade however interrupted Sherlock.

"I doubt it because she's been dead for fourteen years. Technically, she was never alive." That brought everyone's attention to Lestrade. "Rachel is Jennifer Wilson's stillborn daughter."

She guessed hearing it on the other side of the screen a hundred times took the brunt of the force away, but hearing about a dead baby in real life. Not good. Both Rosalie and John grimaced and felt awkward all of the sudden. Sherlock however grew more confused and kept asking why out loud. Anderson made a snarky remark about thinking about her daughter in her last moments, and saw the sociopath now.

"She didn't think about her daughter. She scratched her name on the floor with her fingernails. She was dying. It would have took effort. It would have hurt." Sherlock said.

"You said that the victims all took the poisons themselves, he makes them take it. Well, maybe he, I don't know, talks to them. Maybe he used the death of her daughter somehow." John suggested as Sherlock paced across the flat between Lestrade Rosalie and John.

"That was ages ago, why would she still be upset."

Silence. All you could hear was a few people shuffling about. Rosalie closed her eyes and sighed. Lestrade and John just sort of started at Sherlock in mild shock, their eyes flicking around the room. Sherlock's realized this and he too noticed the silence, looking around at everyone's sudden stillness. "Not good?"

"Yeah, not really, tall boy." Rosalie piped up. John nodded his head in agreement while Sherlock just glanced at her, before coming in close to them asking them if they were dying, what they would say.

"Please, god, let me live." John replied emotionless. Rosalie frowned and looked at John as Sherlock asked for some imagination. "I don't have to." It saddened her to hear about John being so close to death, you could hear the hurt in his voice. Knowing he hurt been hurt in Afghanistan was one thing, witnessing it right in front of her the pain he still felt hurt her. Rosalie was tempted to reach out and comfort him but right now they needed to catch a murderer. Later she would.

"But, yeah, if you were clever, really clever: Jennifer Wilson, running all those lovers, she was clever. She's trying to tell us something." Sherlock said as he went back to his pacing. Rosalie watched as he went back and forth trying to figure it out, slowly making her way over to the fireplace.

"Isn't your doorbell working, you're taxi is here, Sherlock." Ice covered Rosalie. Knowing who the murderer is and knowing he was just downstairs waiting to take Sherlock away to try and kill him sent a cold feeling all over her. She froze on the spot as the room continued on around her.

Did she make a mistake? Should she have followed Sherlock and John out of Angelo's? Knowing the dangers ahead, she followed them and now was on the edge. It was all fun to basically parkour across London after the cab. But this was real. Rosalie lifted the sleeve of her sweater and pinched her wrist. Hard. Painfully. Real. This was all real. The dangers of Moriarty and his game, the troubles that lie ahead with Magnussen and Mary… Real people here were dead and going to die.

So much laid ahead, so many enemies to face. All she had been doing was running away and when she first realized that she had found herself in a fantasy world, the first thing she does was run off on a wild goose chase that she knew would be pointless with people who made up! Why, why did she follow John and Sherlock? Was it because it was the heat of the moment? The possibility of this being a dream? Could she even survive in this world properly? Sure she knew all about the events to unfold. Sure she could live and thrive without a job. But someone would notice something and if the wrong people found out... She knew how to defend herself, a requirement her parents had made as well as her true family. She knew how to shoot a gun, to clean and take several hand gun models apart and put them back together because of the times she hung out with security back home, back when she was around 14 or 15 and obsessed with being a teenage girl spy like in her books. Sure she knew all this and had all this knowledge and money to hide, but was it enough to survive? It was more than the average girl had but she wasn't so sure. And it worried her.

"Rosie are you alright?" Rosalie turned to see that John had joined her by the fire place. Concern was evident in his eyes as he waited. She took a moment, breathed before giving John a small half smile. "Yeah, just tired. Probably the jet lag."

"Email, John." John turned away to see that Sherlock was now seated at the small table in the living room talking to Lestrade how clever Jennifer Wilson was. John turned away from Rosalie, which she was grateful for, and found the tag on the case with the email on it. He called it out to Sherlock who typed it in as it was spoken.

"I'm being too slow, she didn't have a laptop which meant she did her business on her phone. So, it's a smartphone meaning, its email enabled so there is a website of her account. The username is her email address and all together now her password is-"

"Rachel." Rosalie and John said in unison. It was brilliant to watch Sherlock work, if Rosalie was being honest with herself. However, Anderson has to ruin everything. "So you can read her email, so what?"

"Anderson, don't talk out loud. You lower the IQ of the entire street." Rosalie smiled at the famous line, setting her worries on the back burner for a moment. She and John made their way over to Sherlock as they gazed at the screen over his shoulders. Sherlock went on to explain that they could do much more than just read, her emails, but also track her phone. Something the pink lady had planted on the cabbie so that Scotland Yard could be directly led to her murderer. Sherlock got up, called off Mrs. Hudson and began to argue with Lestrade. John sat down in the seat as Rosalie stood over his shoulder. A ping alerted the two and they watched as a map appeared on the screen of what looked like a bunch of squiggles to Rosalie till it pinged again a few moments later and zoomed again. And the map reference was of Baker Street. Right where they were.

The cabbie was here. On the stairs behind Mrs. Hudson. John called for Sherlock as Rosalie thought quickly of what to do.

'Can't just tell everyone who the killer is. Everyone will suddenly suspect me for being an accomplice then Sherlock will suspect me for holding something back. Can't just shoot the guy, I'll be arrested. Can't scream bloody murder and do the thing like the girl did for Sherlock on the kidnapping case, be sent to the loony bin for that. Can't follow Sherlock down when he goes to speak with the cabbie without John and Mrs. Hudson getting suspicious. Can't do a fucking thing!' Rosalie just about growled when she realized what she can only do at the moment until she figures out what she going to do in this world.

Rosalie looked up and saw Sherlock staring at a man behind Mrs. Hudson as Lestrade called out orders to find a pink phone. The man drew out the phone they were searching for, hit a button then turned and began to leave. A text alert came from Sherlock. Rosalie continue to watch from John's side as he drew out his phone from his pocket and read the text she knew read 'COME WITH ME' on it. Sherlock looked back up at the man and watched as he went down the stairs.

"Sherlock, you okay?" John asked as Sherlock had been standing there for a while. Sherlock turned his head slightly back to John, saying he was fine. Rosalie saw the cabbie's hat disappear from her view and she knew what was coming next. She pulled herself away from John's side and went to the window, listening as John questioned Sherlock on how the phone could be here. Sherlock lied of course when he replied he didn't know but by then Rosalie was too focused on the taxi waiting outside. She could hear John call out asking Sherlock if was alright and Sherlock's reply that he was alright. Bu she didn't care. Not at the moment. Not going the emotional roller coaster she was going through. She waited in the corner of the window out of sight to watch Sherlock emerge from the flat and begin to talk to the cabbie. She couldn't hear anything from up here but she knew what was being said. She watched as the cabbie got into the driver seat and Sherlock stroll up to the window. Rosalie watched as Sherlock Holmes backed away from the window and went to the back passenger door, opening it and getting inside the taxi. And she watched him drive off. Because now all she could do was wait with John Watson in a flat that shouldn't exist and in a world that should only be real. And her world was crashing around her all over again.

AN: This one is over twice the length of the previous chapter. I knew where I wanted to end that one but this one, I tossed up three ideas. I could have ended it much sooner, here or gone on just a little bit further. But I stopped here because I felt that this would be a more sensible stopping area. I had already begun to type this as soon as I finished the previous chapter. I had work the other day and when I got my first reviews….. GAH, IT WAS AMAZING! Thank you for reviewing and for those who have followed this story! I take that as inspiration and motivation to write some more! Anyway, notice any mistakes, tell me, I'm learning. Notice anything weird you don't understand, tell me and I'll check it out.

How do you all feel about Rosalie? I want honest opinions. You'll hear more on her past soon enough, more than likely in the next few chapters. I'm not going to jump straight into The Blind Banker seeing as it doesn't occur for several weeks, nearly a month actually. On John's blog website, which I'm going to use as a time reference, he wrote up A Study in Pink on the 7th of Feb. and he wrote up The Blind Banker on the 28th of March. So there be a little down time between cases.