Author's Note: So I'm in love with Sherlock, obviously, and haven't decided if it will be an OC but for now, it won't be. She'll just be a friend to them, I want to write it correctly, and to do that I can't officially make it an OC/FANFIC. I hope you enjoy and tell me how it all is. This is my first Sherlock story so please don't be too cruel. Enjoy.

Part 2.

Summary: She moved to London to get away from whatever she was running from, only to come across Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson. Finding herself involved in all their cases right from the start, people don't see her as very smart, although she just happens to be one of the clever ones.

The Study in Pink

John had returned to the bedsit, as he sat down on the bed he took out his mobile phone and flicked through the menu so he could read the message that Sherlock Holmes had sent. The message Read: If Brother has a green Ladder. arrest brother. SH.

John sat confused, as he then looked up and across to the laptop sitting on the table, he pushed himself up off the bed and back over to the table and shortly afterwards he typed up the name Sherlock Holmes on a website.

The next day, Tory and John had met and went to Baker Street and the two of them crossed the road, reaching the door marked 221B just as a black cab pulled up and out stepped Sherlock Holmes.

"Hello" He said as John knocked on the door.

"Ah, Mr Holmes" John said, Tory watched the two of them for a moment with her hands in her pockets.

"Sherlock, please" He said as he shook John's hand and then Tory's.

"Well, this is a prime spot. Must be expensive" John said.

"Of course it is, John" Tory said.

"Oh, Mrs Hudson, the landlady, she's giving me a special deal. Owes me a favour. A few years back, her husband got himself sentenced to death in Florida. I was able to help out"

"Sorry, you stopped her husband being executed?" John asked, Tory smiled.

"Oh no. I ensured it" He said and gave them a smile as the door opened, by an older woman obviously Mrs Hudson, who opened her arms to Sherlock.

"Sherlock, hello" She smiled, he hugged her briefly "Mrs Hudson, Doctor John Watson and Tory Bennett"

"Hello" Mrs Hudson said.

"How do?" John asked.

"Hello" Tory nodded.

"Come in"

"Thank you" John and Tory both said at the same time.

"Shall we?" Sherlock asked.

"Yeah" Mrs Hudson said.

They went into 221B, as Sherlock went up the stairs, but then stopped to wait on both Tory and John, who was trying to hobble up the stairs, finally when it happened. They both followed him into the living room, seeing all the boxes scattered around.

"Oh very nice" Tory said crossing her arms.

"Well..yes, this could be very nice. Very nice indeed" John agreed.

"Yes. Yes I think so. My thoughts precisely" Sherlock said as he smiled happily, looking around the flat. "SO I went straight ahead and moved in"

"Soon as we get all this rubbish cleaned out...oh" John trailed off and Tory chuckled to herself. "So this is all.."

"Well, obviously I can, um, straighten things up a bit" Sherlock said.

"Well I should hope you're not just going to leave all your things packed in boxes" Tory said clicking her tongue.

Sherlock gave her a look, his head tilted slightly and then took his attention away and began walking across the room, giving a half-hearted attempt at tidying up some things. Tory watched him, as he put unopened envelopes on the mantelpiece and stabbed a multi tool knife into them.

"That's a skull" John said pointing his cane at the skull sitting on the mantelpiece.

"Friend of mine. When I say 'friend'" Sherlock said.

"What do you two think then, Doctor Watson, Miss Bennett?" Mrs Hudson asked. "There's another bedroom upstairs and one downstairs if you'll be needing three"

"Yes, yes we will" Tory nodded giving a smile.

"Oh Sherlock, the mess you've made" Mrs Hudson complained as she went into the kitchen and began tidying up, John walked over to the two armchairs and sat down heavily on to it.

"Need that, did you?" Tory smiled and he gave her a half grin and then both looked over to Sherlock who was tidying up slightly.

"I looked you up on the internet last night" John said.

"Find anything interesting?" Sherlock asked as he turned his attention to John.

"Found your website. The Science of deduction"

Tory clicked her fingers and both looked to her "Sorry"

Sherlock then smiled proudly "What do you think?" He asked and John gave him a "Are you serious look?" He then looked to Tory.

"I think your website serves a good purpose" She said with a nod. "I liked it"

He smiled again and then John spoke "You said you could identify a software designer by his tie and airline pilot by his left thumb"

"Yes; and I can read your military career in your face and your leg, and your brother's drinking habits in your mobile phone" He said. "Just like I can tell that before she got to London, Tory over there was in some sort of fight"

Tory raised her eyebrows in surprise and went to speak but John interrupted her. "How?" John asked.

Sherlock smiled and turned away, Mrs Hudson came back out of the kitchen "What about these suicides then, Sherlock?" she asked reading the newspaper. "I thought that would be right up your street. Three exactly the same."

"Four" Sherlock said looking out the window. "There's been a fourth, and there's something different this time"

"A fourth?" Mrs Hudson asked.

Just then heavy breathing could be heard and everyone turned to see a man appearing in the doorway. "Where?" Sherlock asked.

"Brixton, Lauriston Gardens"

"What's new about this one? You wouldn't have come to get me if there wasn't something different" Sherlock said.

"You know how they never leave notes?" The man asked.

"Yeah" Sherlock nodded.

"This one did. Will you come?"

"Who's on Forensics?" Sherlock asked.

"Anderson"

Sherlock grimaced "Anderson won't work with me"

"Well, he won't be your assistant"

"I need an assistant" Sherlock complained.

"Will you come?"

"Not in a police car. I'll be right behind" Sherlock said.

"Thank you"

The man, clearly an inspector turned to look at Tory, John and Mrs Hudson before disappearing back down the stairs. Sherlock waited until he reached the front door before he jamp up in the air with his fists clenched, twirling around happily.

"Brilliant! Yes! Ah, four serial suicides, and now a note! Oh, it's christmas" He picked up his scarf and his coat putting them on as he headed into the kitchen "Mrs. Hudson, I'll be late. Might need some food"

"I'm your landlady dear, not your housekeeper"

"Something cold will do. John and Tory will have a cup of tea, make yourselves at home. Don't wait up" He said as he left.

"Look at him, dashing about! My husband was just the same" Mrs Hudson said. "But you're more the sitting down type" She said to John and Tory smiled. "I can tell. I'll make you both that cup of tea, you rest your leg"

"Damn my leg!" John said loudly, causing both Mrs Hudson and Tory to jump in surprise "Sorry, I'm sorry. it's just sometimes this bloody thing..." John trailed bashing his leg with his cane.

"I understand dear, I've got a hip" She said and turned towards the door.

"Cup of tea would be lovely, thank you" John said.

"Just this once dear, I'm not your housekeeper" Mrs Hudson said and looked to Tory who shook her head.

"None for me thank you Mrs. Hudson" Tory smiled.

"Couple of biscuits too if you've got 'em" John called.

"Not your housekeeper"

Tory peered over John's shoulder at the paper as she leaned down "Ah. D.I Lestrade" She said crossing her arms.

"You're a doctor. In fact you're an army Doctor" Sherlock's voice said and they both turned.

"Yes" John agreed.

"And you watch a lot of crime tv don't you?" Sherlock asked Tory.

"Er...yes" She nodded.

"Any good?" Sherlock asked looking at John.

"Very good" John said and they both looked at Tory.

"I'm alright" Tory nodded.

"Seen a lot of injuries, then, violent deaths" Sherlock said.

"If you can count television" Tory muttered to herself.

"Mmmm, yes" John nodded.

"Bit of trouble too I bet" Sherlock said.

"Of course. yes. Enough for a lifetime. Far too much" John said.

"A lot" Tory said crossing her arms.

"Wanna see some more?" Sherlock asked.

They looked at each other. "Oh god yes" John nodded.

"Please" Tory grinned.

Sherlock spun on his heel and lead them both out of the room towards the stairs "Sorry Mrs Hudson, I'll skip the tea. Off out"

"All of you?" Mrs Hudson asked.

"Impossible suicides? Four of them? There's no point in sitting at home when there's finally something fun going on" Sherlock said and he moved towards her, kissing her on the cheek.

"Look at you, all happy. It's not decent" Mrs Hudson said.

"Who cares about decent? The game, Mrs. Hudson, is on!" Sherlock said. They walked out of the flat "Taxi!" Sherlock called.

The taxi stopped, allowing them to get in and a while later, Sherlock's eyes were fixated on his phone, John would stare at Tory who was looking out the window. Sherlock then put his phone down "Okay. You've got questions" He said, both John and Tory looking to him.

"Yeah, where are we going?" Sherlock asked.

"Crime scene. Next?"

"Who are you? What do you do?" John asked.

"What do you think?" Sherlock asked him in return.

"He's a consulting detective, the only one in the world" Tory said looking back out the window. "Police go to him for answers when they can't figure things out on their own, because they need someone clever to help with their cases, enter Sherlock Holmes" Both of them stared at her in surprise. "I'm blonde, but I'm not stupid, it's obvious" She said still keeping her eyes looking out.

"The police don't consult amateurs" John said.

Both Sherlock and Tory looked at him, Sherlock threw him a different look. "John..does he look or sound like an amateur?"

"Exactly. When I met you both for the first time yesterday, I said, "Afghanistan or Iraq?" You looked surprised. As did she when I mentioned an argument" Tory threw him a dirty look before crossing her arms.

"Yes, how did you know?" John asked.

"I didn't know, I saw. Your haircut, the way you hold yourself says military. But your conversation as you entered the room..." Sherlock said. "Said trained at Bart's, so army Doctor obvious. Your face is tanned but no tan above the wrists. You've been abroad but not sunbathing. Your limps really bad when you walk but you don't ask for a chair when you stand, like you've forgotten about it, so it's at least partly psychosomatic. That says the original circumstances of the injury were traumatic. Wounded in action, then. sun tan- Afghanistan or Iraq" Sherlock said clicking the sound "K" when he finished speaking.

"You said I had a therapist" John said.

"Your psychosomatic limp says in itself that you have a Therapist John" Tory said nodding. "Even I knew that"

"Then there's your brother" Sherlock said nodding.

"Hmm?" John asked.

Sherlock held out his hand "Your phone. it's expensive, e-mail enabled, MP3 player, but you're looking for a flat share. You wouldn't waste money on this. It's a gift then" He then turned over John's phone. "Scratches, not one, many over time. It's been in the same pocket as keys and coins. The man sitting next to me wouldn't treat his own luxury item like this, so it's had a previous owner. Next bit's easy. You know it already"

"The engraving" John said. Harry Watson. From Clara xxx

"Harry Watson: Clearly a family member who's given you his old phone. Not your father, this is a young man's gadget. Could be a cousin but you're a war hero who can't find a place to live. Unlikely you've got an extended family, certainly not one you're close too. So brother it is. Now Clara. Who's Clara? Three kisses says it's a romantic attachment. The expense of the phone says wife, not girlfriend. She must have given it to him recently, this model's only six months old. Marriage troubles then, six months on and he's just given it away. If she'd left him, he would have kept it. People do. Sentiment. But no, he wanted rid of it. Rid of her. He left her. He gave the phone to you: that says he wants you to stay in touch. You're looking for cheap accommodation, but you're not going to your brother for help: that says you've got problems with him. Maybe you liked his wife, maybe you don't like his drinking"

"How can you possibly know about the drinking?" John asked.

"Shot in the dark. Good one though. Power connection: Tiny little scruff marks on the edge of it. Every night he goes to plug it in but his hands are shaking. You never see those marks on a sober man's phone; Never see a drunk's without them" Sherlock said with a smile as he handed the phone back.

"What about her?" John asked and Tory looked at him and then back at Sherlock.

Sherlock tilted his head and studied her for a moment "She's from a three children home, clearly the oldest, two younger siblings" his eyes narrowed "Had some sort of feud with her parents, decided she needed space, and obviously judging by the bag she had she wasn't sure if she was going to be staying in London or not until she met you" Sherlock said and John's eyes travelled to Tory. Who kept an emotionless expression on her face. "By the light fading bruise on her left cheek and healing lip she was in some sort of fight before she got here" Sherlock said before becoming silent.

Tory's eyes locked with John's and he stared at her as if waiting to say if it was right or not, she gave a roll of her eyes and a nod, looking out the window.

"There you go, you see. You were right" Sherlock said.

"I was right? Right about what?"

"The police don't consult amateurs" Sherlock looked out the window, biting his lip, waiting the reactions.

"That...was amazing" John said, clearly surprising Sherlock and he didn't reply for a few seconds.

"Do you think so?" He asked.

"Of course it was, it was extraordinary. It was quite extraordinary" John nodded.

"That's not what people normally say" Sherlock said.

"Usually pisses them off when you tell them, their own live stories?" Tory smiled. "I bet they tell you to piss off"

"Yes, they do" He said and he smiled briefly before looking away.

The taxi finally arrived at Lauriston Gardens and the three of them got out of the taxi, walking towards the yellow police tape.

"Did I get anything wrong?" Sherlock asked them.

"Harry and me don't get on. Never have. Clara and Harry split up three months ago and they're getting a divorce and Harry is a drinker" John said with a nod.

"Spot on then" Sherlock said impressed with himself. "I didn't expect to be right about everything"

"And Harry's short for Harriet" John said causing Sherlock to be stopped in his tracks.

"Harry's your sister" Sherlock said and Tory laughed.

"Look, what exactly are we supposed to be doing here?" John asked.

"Sister!" Sherlock said through gritted teeth, furious with himself.

"John's right Sherlock, what are we doing here?" Tory asked.

"There's always something!" Sherlock said as he began walking again. Tory stifled another laugh.

"Hello, freak" The woman with the curly hair said as they stopped in front of the yellow police tape"

"I'm here to see Detective Inspector Lestrade" Sherlock said.

"Why?" She asked.

"Cause he is?" Tory said staring at her and she looked to her, as if she were sort of disgusted. Tory raised her eyebrows and before she could open her mouth Sherlock spoke.

"I was invited" He said.

"Why?!" She asked again.

"I think he wants me to take a look" Sherlock said sarcastically.

"Well you know what I think don't you?" She asked.

"Always Sally" He said lifting the tape and ducking under it. "I even know you didn't make it home last night"

"I don't..." She began and then looked at Tory and John again "Er...who's this?"

"Colleagues of mine. Doctor John Watson and his assistant Tory Bennett" Tory and John looked at each other "Doctor Watson, Miss Bennett, Sergeant Sally Donovan. Old friend" Sherlock said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Colleagues? How do you get Colleagues?" She asked "What did he follow you two home?"

"Would it be better if we waited-"

"No" Sherlock said holding the tape up for both of them, both ducking under it.

"Freak's here. Bringing him in" Donovan said into her radio.

She led them all towards the house as Sherlock looked around, and as they reached the pavement a man came out dressed in overalls.

"Ah, Anderson. Here we are again" Sherlock said.

Anderson stared at him with distaste. "It's a crime scene I don't want it contaminated. Are we clear on that?"

Sherlock took in a deep breath "Quite clear. And is your wife away for long?" He asked him.

"Oh don't pretend you worked that out. Somebody told you that" Anderson said.

"Your deodorant told me that" Sherlock corrected.

"My deodorant?"

"It's for men" Sherlock said.

"Well of course it's for men! I'm wearing it" Anderson said.

"So's Sergeant Donovan" Sherlock said and Anderson turned to Donovan with a shocked expression on his face. "Oh and I think it just vaporised. May I go in?"

Anderson turned back and pointed at Sherlock angrily "Now look: Whatever you're trying to imply"

"I'm not implying anything" He said as he headed past them. "I'm sure Sally came round for a nice little chat and just happened to stay over" he said and he turned back. "And I assume she scrubbed your floors going by the state of her knees" He said.

Anderson and Donovan stared at him in complete horror, Sherlock smiled smugly at the two of them and turned going into the house. John let Tory pass him as she gave the sergeant a smile. John stopped and stared pointedly at her knees before smirking and going into the house. They followed Sherlock into a room on the ground floor where Lestrade was putting on one of the overalls.

"You two need to wear one of them" Sherlock said.

"Who's this?" Lestrade asked.

"They're with me"

"But who are they?"

"I said they're with me" Sherlock said.

Both had taken off their jackets and looked to Sherlock who had put on latex gloves.

"Aren't you going to put one on?" John asked him.

"No he's not John" Tory said shaking her head as Sherlock gave him a stern look. John shook his head as if to say "Oh silly me. What was I thinking?"

"So where are we?" Sherlock asked Lestrade.

"Upstairs"He led them upstairs "I can give you two minutes"

"May need longer" Sherlock said casually.

"Her name is Jennifer Wilson according to her credit cards. We're running them now for some contact details. Hasn't been here long. Some kids found her" Lestrade said.

He led them into the room two storeys' above the ground floor, the room was empty, the woman's body was lying face down in the middle of the room, dressed completely in pink. Her hands were flat above either side of her head. Sherlock walked a few steps forward and then stopped. He held one hand out in front of him as he focused on the corpse. Tory took a step behind John, not particularly wanting to look at the dead woman, John's face filled with pain and sadness as he stared down at her. The four of them were silent for a few seconds before Sherlock turned to Lestrade.

"Shut up"

"I didn't say anything" Lestrade said, looking startled.

"You were thinking. It's annoying" Sherlock said.

John, Tory and Lestrade exchanged surprised glances as Sherlock moved forward towards the body again. Sherlock moved around before Tory sighed and turned. "I need air" She said walking out of the room, not being able to handle staring at the body any longer. She thought she could've but it turned out that she couldn't. She moved past people and went downstairs again, and headed out into the cold night air.

"Too much for you?" Anderson asked.

"Just a tad" She said sarcastically.

Twenty minutes later Sherlock came rushing out of the house and walked straight past her "Oi!" She called looking around, not seeing John anywhere. "Sherlock! Where's John?!"

"In the house" He said and continued to walk and Tory glared at the back of his head, turning and heading back into the house to see John coming down the stairs.

"You need a hand?" She asked.

"No...no I'm fine" He said shaking his head.

He managed to remove his overalls himself and the two left the house, seeing that Sherlock was nowhere in sight. "Arse" Tory muttered to herself.

"He's gone" Donovan shouted over to them.

"Who, Sherlock Holmes?" John asked.

"Yeah. he just took off, he does that" She said.

"Is he coming back?" John asked.

"I don't think he is, John, looks like we need to go to him" Tory said.

"Right" John said. He looked around and then back at Tory "Right...yes"

"Excuse me? Sergeant Donovan?" Tory asked and she looked at Tory "Where...are we?"

"Brixton" She said.

"Right. Er, d'you know where we could get a cab? It's just, er...well..." John said looking awkwardly down at his leg "My leg"

"Er..." Donovan said as she stepped over the tape and lifted it "Try the main road"

"Thanks" John said and Tory gave her a nod as they ducked under it.

"But you're not his friends" The two of them turned back to look at her "He doesn't have friends. So who are you?"

"I'm...I'm nobody. We just met him"

"Okay, bit of advice then: Stay away from that guy"

"Why?" John asked.

"You know why he's here? He's not paid or anything. He likes it. He gets off on it. The weirder the crime the more he gets off. And you know what? one day just showing up won't be enough. one day we'll all be standing around a body. And Sherlock Holmes'll be the one that put it there"

"Why would he do that?" John asked.

"Because he's a psychopath" She shrugged. "Psychopaths get bored"

"Actually" Tory said and they looked at her "He's a sociopath"

"What?" Donovan asked.

"He's a high functioning sociopath. It's...obvious. Or...am I the only one that's noticed it?" She asked.

Both stared at her in surprise before Donovan was interrupted "DONOVAN!" Lestrade's voice said from the doorway of the house.

She threw them one more glance "Coming" She said and she turned, walking away before she turned back to them." "Stay away from Sherlock Holmes" She said and they watched her go for a minute before turning to walk again.

"You alright?" Tory asked.

"Yep" John nodded.

As they were walking the phone in the phone box began to ring causing them both to stop and look at it.

"Weird" Tory said and shook her head, continued to walk again, John shook his head and began walking behind her.

Tory and John had walked along the street, the two had called on god only knew how many taxi's to be ignored. In the restaurant behind them, the phone on the wall began to ring. As one of the staff members reached for it, it stopped. They looked at each other for a minute before walking down the road again. Just as they went further the phone in the phone box began ringing, much like it had after they'd left the house. Both looked at each other again before John entered the telephone box and answered it.

"...Hello?" He asked. He frowned "Who's this? Who's speaking?" John looked up and Tory copied him, not sure what he was looking for or at. "Yeah I see it...mm-hmm" John hummed as he looked across the street. "How are you doing this?" He then stayed silent for a minute before looking out and Tory noticed the car stopping in front of the telephone box. The male driver getting out and opening the door. "Come on" he said to Tory.

"Where are we going?" She asked following him into the car.

They got in, John taking a seat next to the attractive brunette, and the car began driving again.

"Hello" John said.

The woman beside him smiled "Hi"

"What's your name then?" He asked and Tory rolled her eyes.

"Er...Anthea"

"That isn't her real name" Tory said looking out the window.

"No"She said with a smile.

"I'm John" he said, clearly flirting.

"Yes. I know"

"Any point in asking where we're going?"

"None at all" Anthea said and John continued to stare at her. "John"

"Okay" he said looking out the window, Tory laughed to herself.

About twenty maybe thirty minutes later the car pulled into a warehouse, as the car stopped both Tory and John got out seeing the man in a suit holding an umberella, two chairs in front of him.

"Have a seat, John, Tory"

"No thank you" Tory said looking around before looking back at him.

"You know, I've got a phone" John said. "I mean, very clever and all that but er...you could just phone me. On my phone"

"When one is avoiding the attention of Sherlock Holmes, one learns to be discreet, hence this place" The man said and his expression became stern. "Your leg must be hurting you. Sit down"

"I don't want to sit down" John said.

"You don't seem very afraid" The man said.

"You don't seem threatening" Tory replied, her eyes locking with the man's.

He chuckled "Ah yes" He said and looked to John "Bravery is by far the kindest word for stupidity don't you think?" He asked, "What is your connection with Sherlock Holmes?"

"We don't have one" John said "Barely know him. Or her. I met them..." John trailed off for a minute "yesterday"

"Mmm, and since yesterday you're both, moved in with him and now you're solving crimes together. Might we expect a happy announcement by the end of the week?"

"Who are you?" John asked.

"An interested party"

"A nosey party, more like it" Tory said.

"Interested in Sherlock? Why? I'm guessing you're not friends"

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

"And what's that?"

"A brother" Tory said and they both looked at her.

"An enemy" He said looking back to John from the blonde.

"An enemy?" John asked.

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

"Well, thank god you're above all that" John said sarcastically.

The man frowned at them and John's phone buzzed and then Tory's did both receiving the same text.

Baker Street.
Come at once
If convenient.
SH

"I hope I'm not distracting you both" The man said.

"Not distracting us at all" John said as Tory pushed her phone back into her pocket.

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

"I could be wrong but..."

"None of your business" Tory finished.

"It could be" The man said.

"It really couldn't" John said.

"If you do move into, um...two hundred and twenty one B Baker street, Id' be happy to pay you both a meaningful sum of money on a regular basis to ease your way" He said.

"Why?"

"He wants us to spy on Sherlock and tell him everything" Tory said tilting her head.

"Hmmm" The man hummed. "All I want is information. Nothing indiscreet. Nothing you'd feel...uncomfortable with. just tell me what he's up to"

"Why?"

"I worry about him. Constantly"

"That's nice of you" John said.

"But I would prefer for various reasons that my concern go unmentioned. We have what you might call a difficult relationship"

The text alarms went off on their phones again.

If inconvenient,
Come anyway.
SH

"No" John said looking up.

"But I haven't mentioned a figure" The man said.

"Don't bother" John said.

"You're both very loyal, very quickly"

"No actually we're just not interested to play your little spy game" Tory said.

"Trust issues" It says here" The man said looking at his notebook.

"What's that?" John asked.

"Could it be that you've both decided to trust Sherlock Holmes of all people?"

"Who says we trust him?" John asked, Tory crossed her arms.

"Neither seem the kind to make friends easily." The man said.

"Are we done?" John asked.

"You tell me" The man said.

"Come on" Tory said rolling her eyes.

They turned and began walking "I imagine people have already warned you to stay away from him, but I can see from your left hand that's not going to happen"

John stopped dead and Tory stopped to look at him "My what?" John asked turning around.

"Show me" The man said calmly, nodding towards John's left hand. John raised his left hand and the man moved forward due to John's stubbornness to move to him. He put his hand out, going to touch John's and John pulled away.

"Don't" He said and the man looked at him as if to say "Trust issues?" and John slowly lowered his hand on top of the man's.

"Remarkable"

"What is?"

"Most people blunder round this city, and all they see are streets and shops and cars. When you walk with Sherlock Holmes you see the battlefield. You've seen it already haven't you?"

"What's wrong with my hand?" John demanded.

"You have an intermittent tremor in your left hand" John, unintentionally nodded his head "Your therapist thinks it's the post traumatic stress disorder. she thinks you're haunted by the memories of your military service"

John almost flinched, Tory watched him and then looked back at the man. "Who the hell are you? How d you know that?"

"Fire her. She's got it the wrong way around. You're under stress right now and your hand is perfectly steady" the man said and John looked down before looking back at the man. "You're not haunted by the war, Doctor Watson. ...You miss it" He leaned forwards towards John "Welcome back" he said, his voice almost a whisper as the phone's beeped again. He turned and began walking "Time to choose a side, Doctor Watson, Miss Bennett"

"I'm telling you" Tory said and John looked at her. "That's Sherlock's brother. I'm calling it now" John smiled slightly.

"I'm to take you home" The woman named "Anthea" said.

They both looked at her and then looked down to John's phone.

Could be dangerous.
SH

John held out his hand, which was perfectly steady and Tory gave a nod and he smiled wryly. "Address?" Not Anthea asked.

He looked to Tory and she nodded "Two two one B Baker street. But I need to stop off somewhere first" John said.

John opened the door into his bedsit and switched on the light and walked inside closing the door over behind him, he limped across to the desk and opened up the drawer taking out his pistol. He checked the clip, and tucked the gun into his waistband on of his jeans and turned around leaving the room again.

About ten minutes later the car pulled up outside 221B Baker Street and just as they were about to get out, John turned to look at the woman with the fake name. "Listen, your boss, any chance you could not tell him this is where I went" John said.

"Sure" The woman said and Tory shook her head.

"She already has, John" She said and got out, holding the car door open and waiting for John.

"Hey um...do you ever get any free time?" John asked and Tory bent down.

"Sorry to be rude John-boy, but she's not interested. Plus you deserve better" Tory said and straightened up again and John got out.

John got out and the two walked over to 221B and knocked on the door.