Almost as graceful as a swan, in walked a dapper looking fellow clad up in his pinstripe suit.

The posh gentleman stopped to assess the cafe, appreciating all of the delicacies laid out along the countertop for just a moment. Then looked at his pocket watch as if in a sort of rush, closing it, he proceeded towards the same table of the sleeping Ana. The gentleman, walking with a cane in hand, removes his suit jacket, drapes it freely on the chair opposite of Ana and places the cane beside him as he sits.

"Well, you have certainly lowered your values when it comes to accommodation." Speaking loud enough for Ana to spring alive in her seat.

There is something entirely surreal and startling about dreaming of someone and then waking up to hear a familiar posh voice. Putting her hands on her face before looking at the gentleman, Ana soon realises that the familiar voice did not belong to the younger Holmes, but in fact belonged to his older brother.

"Mycroft… How-"

"How did I find you? It was simple really. As you requested, I've made sure there was always someone keeping an eye on you. Though I believe you did not think this suitable enough since you've tried to bring my brother into it."

"I can explain!"

"Ah, so you do have an explanation for breaking your promise of leaving my brother alone." No matter how many times she has spoken to Mycroft she never forgets how intense he can get with every word.

Ana, now fully aware of the situation, grabs her bag slung across the backside of her chair and pulls out an envelope. She opens the envelope and sprawls the contents all over the table. Pictures were taken of her walking on the street, watching the telly at home, sitting at her desk at work and so forth blanketed the surface.

"First of all, I want you to explain this. If you always have someone keeping an eye on me, why is there someone taking photos of me from afar?" She says with condescending tone, almost as if she's blaming Mycroft.

"Well… This is quite the conundrum. I'll be honest, I've never seen these, nor have my assets noticed anything suspicious. How did you acquire these photographs if someone is supposedly stalking you?"

"They are left out on my front porch sometime between midnight and first light. No matter how many times I've tried to catch the culprit at work, it's like it magically appears on my doorstep."

Mycroft lets out a subtle chortle under his breath to the term "Magically Appears" as he looks through the pile of pictures. Ana notices that one of the pictures, in particular, catches Mycroft's eye. He begins studying it as if he found something of importance within the photograph. He then folds the photo and places it in his jacket pocket.

"We're done here."

"Hey! What are you…." Cut off by Mycroft getting up from his chair and putting on his jacket.

"You've stated that you were to be kidnapped within 48 hours of the blog post. It's been nearly a week now and yet here you are. With all of these indications, I believe your reasoning behind this entire charade is to get my brothers attention. Whatever ridiculous obsession you have for my brother is to be expelled immediately. See to it that we never have this discussion again for the next time will result in a more substantially grueling outcome."

Grabbing his cane, He begins to walk out of the cafe. Completely shocked at his words, Ana follows after him and catches him out on the sidewalk.

"Hold up! You think I'm doing this to get your brother's attention? You think I'm what? Paying someone to take pictures of me so I can make this fake mystery that your brother will probably find worthy of solving?"

He turns back to Ana with a disapproving scowl.

"I do not know of your hidden intentions with Sherlock, and might I add, this is not the first time I've seen any sort of attempt to contact him. I've seen the letters you've tried to send him. The only reason I haven't approached you with any of this before is because I was under the impression of you having 'feelings' for my brother. But now to create such an intricate, yet flawed, plan to get his attention makes me worry about your mental health."

Appalled by such a comment, Ana turns her back to Mycroft in frustration.

"Just because you're as smart as Sherlock doesn't mean you know me. You don't know the mental torture I've dealt with this past couple of weeks. I have to stay within the public eye just to feel safe. I've hardly slept, and eating has become more of a survival tactic than a luxury since I only do so when I've practically starved myself due to my thoughts. I know you don't care for me. I know you don't care for my words."

She turns back around for Mycroft to see her tear ridden face.

"But I will not stand here and have you degrade me. You don't know what I've been through and you will never have any idea what I do to even feel an ounce of security. So go back to your fancy office with your fancy tea and your fancy pocket square collection. Leave the 'helplessly in love' fangirl to wallow in the corner. And don't you worry about seeing me again because I don't ever want to see you."

Ana spits in front of Mycroft and turns to head back into the cafe. Covering her face, she heads back to the table. Frantically she tries to clean up the pictures and shove them back into the envelope. On the table, she finds a mysterious letter envelope.

"Hello, Ana :)" is written on the front. Turning it around to open it, she's petrified to know what's in the mysterious package. She pulls out more pictures of her in the cafe talking to Mycroft. A string of photos between her in the cafe and her spitting at Mycroft, Ana gets scared and drops the pictures onto the table.

"Excuse me." Ana jumps and turns around ready to defend herself from any sort of danger. The waiter that she had previously spilled the coffee, stood there with annoyance on his face.

"Someone dropped this off for you. I don't know who it was but he said it was urgent."

In his hand was yet another envelope. "Thanks…" she takes it cautiously and turns back to her table. Without hesitation, she opens the envelope to be surprised with a folded up napkin. She unfolds the napkin and reads the inscription written on it.

"221b Baker St. Immediately. - SH"

Sighing with relief, Ana grabs the rest of her pictures and stuffs them into the envelope. 221b Baker St. is all the way across the city, and the quickest way to get there is through The Tube.

(Hey readers! It's Dazzy here, or better known as ForgetMeNot. I just wanted to thank y'all for showing interest in this story because it's been a while since MaterialisingSun and I written something together. This chapter is dedicated to her, however, because she puts up with me in ways unimaginable so please show her some love and follow her since she has many more other projects that everyone will like. I've said too much, I better leave before she kills me. Grunt, out )