Hi guys... Sorry for the wait D: And also, sorry if there are any bits with "my" or "me" or "I" which might make you think it's suddenly gone to First Person. I started to writing it in Avril/Lauren's POV and then realised that the last chapter was in Third Person. I know. I'm clever.

Anyway, in this chapter Sherlock visits Avril/Lauren (I'm going to call her Lauren from now on :D Well, in this chapter, she's Avril, but next SHE WILL BE LAUREN. :)) in prison. Enjoy :)

Chapter 2: The Visit

"Why?"

Avril knew what he was asking straight away. She gave a slight pause before she answered. "I have my reasons," She replied, hesitantly.

"And they are?" Sherlock inquired. His stare was cold and demanding. She almost winced as she searched the anger welling up inside him.

"I was being..." Avril searched for the word. Followed? Hunted? "... Hunted." She finished. Her fingers fiddled with the sleeve of her jacket. The material felt almost smooth against her rough skin. Sherlock raised an eyebrow. "Hunted?" He repeated. "By who?" She remained silent; he sighed irritably. "Why won't you tell me?"

"I don't know who he was." Avril muttered. He scoffed and leant back in his chair. She glared at him, making her close to him again. "I didn't! She had no idea who he was! He just didn't like my work!" Avril retorted. She rubbed her heavy eye lids. "He was tracking me down. I had to run away!"

Sherlock laughed bitterly, turning his head away from her. "Like a coward," he murmured, but loud enough for her to hear. And yes, she didn't like this.

"Yeah, but look at it this way. If I had been killed, then you would be dead too." She reasoned. He opened his mouth to argue. "Why-"

"Moriarty." She reminded him quickly. He glowered at me with a look that said "I hate it when you're right". Her lips cracked into a smile. She loved being right.

There was a small silence. "How's the case going, then?" Avril asked eventually. Sherlock looked down at his lap, guilt evident on his features. "... Sherlock?" No reply. Avril's mouth hung open and she leaned back in her chair. "You're kidding me. You haven't even started?" She half-yelled. What had he been doing all this time? She thought furiously.

"Of course we've started! We're just getting absolutely nowhere. And it's only John and me, which makes it even more difficult. I hate to admit it, but Anderson's pointless comments can sometimes have a meaning. Of sorts." He hadn't looked at her for a second of the time he was talking. She sighed, running a dry hand through her hair. She almost missed the soft tenderness of each strand.

Staring down at her crossed legs (quite uncomfortable, crossed legs on a chair, but she didn't care), her vision started to become blurry. Her throat started to hurt and her eyes stung. She felt something hot and wet trickle down her cheek. She looked up at Sherlock through the blur, looked at his hair, his eyes. Those cold, cold eyes, now alive with confusion. "Don't make me stay here any longer, Sherlock." I whispered, my voice feeling weak and sore.

I saw an expression on Sherlock's face I had never seen before. Concern. When he opened his mouth, his voice was soft and soothing. It was amazing how Sherlock could change when someone he remotely liked was upset.

"I won't."

Hope you enjoyed it :) Sorry about 1) The length (it seems longer when I first type it in Word ):) and 2) the quite OOC Sherlock towards the end, but if you'll see how Sherlock's gradually becoming less cold. And in Hound of Baskerville, he seems a little concerned about John after John's had the whole experience with the Hound in the lab... Proof :D Plus, he is actually supposed to be in love with her, he just doesn't know how to respond to it so that's why he treats her like a friend. In case you didn't get that before. :) Anywaz, reviews please :) And that's with cherries. Unless you don't like cherries. I don't. D:

DOWN WITH THE CHERRIES.

Falling :)