Sorry this chapter is so short. My fav comment was from Kira Blackheart :)

Sherlock just looked at the screen, he was dumbstruck- inside his head was whirling, how could he have not chased John after he stormed out? How could he have not protected John? HOW COULD HE LET JOHN GET INTO THIS!?

He crouched down, clutched his hair and tears started to fall- this emotion was new and he didn't know what to do about it; he had never had a relationship, certainly not something intimate. It was all his fault, if he had stopped John or apologised when he saw the signs of a fight then maybe this wouldn't have happened…

The sound of a text message made him look up.

'Stage 1: What is Sammy Tate's big secret? Remember no contact. With anyone. X'

The kiss made Sherlock frown, strange to have a kiss at the end of a threat like that. But then he thought about John, tied up and unconscious- he needed to hurry.

He went straight onto Facebook, he wasn't on it himself but John had just made an account like his blog for his vexatious fans and it was the one place where everyone displays everything about themselves for everyone to see. He quickly logged in and typed Sammy Tate in the search bar, sam, Sammi, Sammy, Sammy Ta, Sammy Tain, Sammy Tate- there were over 100 results.

He quickly went to the filters and put in London- surely the twat that had John didn't expect him to have to travel to the other side of the world. There were 3 people, all with profile pictures, he skimmed through them. The top one was a man of Asian descent, he seemed very open and the group of friends with him also looked very comfortable, the second one was female, she was wearing very little clothes on. Although she looked confident, Sherlock could tell there was something about her that wasn't genuine, it could be the way her smile didn't quite reach her eyes but only very subtly or the way her arms were folded across her body in a protective stance. The third was something that john had recently explained to him- it was a meme. 'One does not simply read Snapes death without crying'.

The meme could suggest that the person doesn't want to be seen, maybe camera shy or has something to hide- he checked through this Sammy's account and quickly realised it was a guy who was interested in cooking, came from a broken family, had 3 dogs, had very low self-esteem and was a druggie however this was openly stated on his account so it couldn't be a secret.

He went back to the second Sammy, her account said a lot; depressed, in some sort of maritial affair but is still a secret, trying to get attention (it's what every glamour model wants), is busy or lazy or both and conveniently on holiday. He quickly got her address, (silly women- never put your details on a social network. Especially when you have no security settings at all!)

Grabbing his coat he quickly rushed outside to catch a cab.

When he arrived at her flat, he climbed the 15 flights of stairs quickly (the lift was broken, possibly vandalism but more likely due to the rats that swarmed the block chewing at the cables). When he reached her door he checked the address that he had put on his phone

394

Meyer Block

He looked at her door, it was relatively normal although the fact her number was peeling off suggested that she ether didn't care or didn't have time to repaint it. He had already worked out that she was a very private person as she only had 198 friends on facebook and the fact that she lives on a block where no one know anyone suggested that none of her neighbours had a spare key. But her personality suggested that she was the type of person to have a key on the outside of her door, (she had locked herself out at least twice).

Looking at the door frame, at the top there was a small gap of about an inch where the dust had been moved- he quickly felt around in this gap and there was a key. He quickly unlocked the door and shut it behind him quietly.

The living room of her house was filthy; the only place that was clean was the background of her computer as if she had to keep it clean so the screen couldn't see how messy her flat really was. The rest of the room looked untouched except the piles of dirty plates and mugs of cold coffee that lay on all the paperwork, bills and on top of the bookshelf. It was obvious that the person who lived here was either busy or didn't mind having a dirty house, the floor had huge dust balls, the rubbish bin was overflowing, the bits of windowsills that could be seen had large coffee stains on it and had a thick layer of dust, a few rats hid when Sherlock walked in, the half-eaten microwave meals were a brilliant source of food for them. The sofa that was directed towards the tv was well worn and had small bugs crawling around in it, there were no plants around and the air was stagnant from having the window closed.

Straight away Sherlock turned on her computer; it was the only place that appeared to get any of Sammy's attention- it had to hold some of the answers, it was old and bulky but was relatively quick at turning on and loading; the screen lit up and asked her to pick a profile- he went straight to Sammy's. It asked him for a password; he looked around for a post-it note or paper with the password on, as she often locked herself out it stood to logic that she would forget her password. Nothing.

Sherlock then turned his attention to the keyboard, keys that hold the password usually are more worn than other keys unless the person does a lot of typing, unfortunately most keys were worn. Although, he noted that the keys Q,W and Y were used more than the others as these keys are not in a lot of everyday words.

Sammy's house screamed convenience, the microwave meals and the plates stacking up out of the kitchen instead of being washed and dried, the bin overflowing instead of taking the bag out to the bins below and dust was on every available surface. Her password must be something like that, quick and easy to remember, he thought. He smiled to himself,

qwerty

Password accepted. Sherlock smiled at his brilliance; he quickly made his way through her documents, nothing of importance-a few bills, copies of modelling deals and some saved emails from a friend, her music, all mundane- some Nicki Manaj tracks and the new video for Will. 's new track. Images….

Sherlock's mouth dropped open, the voice from the tap rang in his ears 'Expect the unexpected'.

He had always tried to stay away from this part of crime, being a victim of this when he was younger it was the one area he couldn't stand- experts and therapists said that this was the reason that he noticed everything, every little detail and the reason he preferred to be married to his work- it meant that he avoided emotions, emotions like the one that he found when this happened at the age of 6.

Child Pornography.

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