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Sherlock solved the case that same day. "That was amazing Sherlock." I told him as we left Scotland Yard. He smirked and looked at me. "I mean, I was stumped and you come in, look at the case and figure it all out. How are you not famous?"

"Because people don't think it's as cool as you do Calliah." He says and gets a taxi. "Are you coming to see the apartment? I was going to head over there and talk with the landlady."

I thought about it. I really didn't want to see Irene but I would probably get in trouble if I didn't go straight home. I looked at Sherlock and noticed that he was getting impatient. "Sure." I say simply and follow him into the taxi. We go to Baker Street and stop outside a café called Speedy's. Sherlock gets out and helps me out. "What a gentleman." I joked. After only spending a couple hours with Sherlock, I could already tell that he didn't just do something. He always had a purpose. He helping me out of the car was probably a way to make sure that he could come and help with cases. He leads me to the door beside the café and knocks on the door.

We wait a couple of seconds and an old woman came outside and hugged Sherlock. "Oh Sherlock. How are you?"

"I'm fine Mrs. Hudson." He hugs back and pulls away. He glared at me when he saw that I was smirking at him. "This is Detective Adler. She is wanting to look at the apartment."

Mrs. Hudson smiles and claps her hands. "Oh good." She says and leads up the stairs and unlocks a door. We all go into a nice sized living room. "There is a kitchen through the door and then a bedroom and bathroom. Upstairs is two more bedrooms and bathroom. Sherlock are you moving in too?"

"I was thinking about it Mrs. Hudson." Sherlock says.

I turn and look at him. "Who said I wanted to have someone live with me? Maybe I want three rooms all to myself to finally get some peace and quiet."

He laughs. "You would be begging me to come with you. You would get bored and hate it." He says and walks through the kitchen to a bedroom. "I'll take this room. I need the kitchen to do experiments and it will be easier if I am sleeping right here with them. One of the rooms upstairs is bigger anyways so it's not like I'm taking a bigger room." He tells me and comes back. "So... Are we going to be roommates?"

I laugh and shake my head. "Yes Sherlock. I will be your roommate."

He grins and goes into his room. "I'm so happy that he has someone for him." Mrs. Hudson says and smiles. "How long have you two been dating?"

If I had been taking a drink, it would have been all over Mrs. Hudson. "W-We aren't dating." I tell her and try not to laugh. "He is just a mate."

"Mrs. Hudson leave the girl alone. You will scare her away." Sherlock says coming back into the room. He turns to me. "Is the idea of dating me that funny Miss Adler?"

I look at him and see that I offend him. "No Sherlock. You are brilliant and not bad looking but I'm me."

"You are you?" Sherlock asks.

"I'm going to go down if you need me." Mrs. Hudson says, but we don't pay attention to her.

"I'm just an average person. I'm not smart, or beautiful, or anything. I'm just average Calliah. You would be better with my sister. Now she is smart and beautiful." I tell her and walk around the flat.

"Calliah…" Sherlock says softly.

I turned to him and he opened his mouth and was about to say something when Lestrade comes in. "Sherlock I need you." He notices me. "Oh Calliah here you are. You need to come too."

"Death?" Sherlock asks.

"No something bigger." Lestrade says. "I know you will meet me there like always. I'll text you the address." He turns to me. "Calliah are you coming with me or Sherlock."

"She will come with me." Sherlock says and walks to me.

I shake my head. "No I will go with Lestrade." I tell him and go downstairs. When I get downstairs, I stop, take a breath and get into the squad car. It was getting too… emotional in there for me. I didn't do feeling well and if someone wanted to talk about them, I would run. It was probably the reason I didn't do relationships of any kind.

Lestrade gets in the car and looks at me. "Did I interrupt something?"

I shake my head. "No. Let's get to the crime scene."

Lestrade sighs and we go to the crime scene.


A woman was laying on her back, and had her throat severed by two cuts. I pull out my notepad and start taking notes. I added in that her lower part of the abdomen was ripped open by a deep, jagged wound. She also had sever other incisions on her abdomen. "Name?"

"Mary Nichols." Lestrade says.

My head popped up and stared at him. "Mary Nichols?"

"Yup. Age 43. Married to a Harry Nichols and has five kids. Husband says that she is an alcoholic and rough with her kids and husband. She was always leaving home and staying in boarding house, living off of charitable hands and was a lady of the night." Lestrade tells me from his notes.

I look at the late Mary Nichols. "This woman is very close in being the Mary Nichols that was in the Jack the Ripper case."

"I know. I knew you would love it." Lestrade says.

"You bet your ass I love it." I tell him and go to Anderson. "Is the cut on the throat or abdomen the one that killed her?"

"I believe that she was killed by the two on her throat but the cuts on her abdomen happened before she died." Anderson tells me.

"Okay. Thank you." I tell him and go back to the body. I see that Sherlock has finally made it. "What do you think of it Sherlock?"

"It's like the first case of Jack the Ripper." Sherlock tells me and looks at me. "We need to continue our conversation."

"I thought the same. I wrote my Thesis paper on Jack the Ripper." I told him and moved to Lestrade. "Is there any lead?"

"No. Her husband was with her parents and kids at the pub. They were waiting for Mary to come and called in that she was missing. They all have alibis." Lestrade tells me.

"No lead… Just like Jack the Ripper." I say and cross my arms. "I don't know what else to do but wait and see if they strike again. I hate saying that because it means that another person could be in danger."

"I agree with you. We will finish here Calliah. I just wanted you to see this." Lestrade tells me and goes to the others.

I start walking to the street to get a taxi when I get pulled back. "We need to talk." Sherlock tells me.

I look at him. "Why? I told you that I will move in the apartment. I should get home and let my sister know what is going on." I start walking again.

Sherlock stops me. "Do you really think you aren't smart? You helped me figure out that case today and you knew that this case could be a Jack fan."

"You figured out that case this morning. I didn't do anything. As to this case, I was just lucky that I did my thesis on Jack the Ripper. Now if you don't mind I am going to leave." I tell him and get a taxi. I give the driver my address and sit back. I closed my eyes and relaxed. I didn't want to have that kind of talk with Sherlock. I need him to be aloof. I can't deal with emotions and feelings. I look out the window and notice that we missed the street we needed to take. "Um… Sir. We should have turned on that street." I tell the driver. He ignored me and kept driving. I start to panic and try and open the door. It wouldn't go and I looked at the lock and saw that I couldn't unlock the door myself. "Let me out!" I yelled and banged on the door. I looked at the other door and saw it was the same. I start freaking out and kicking the seat. "Help!" I bang on the window, trying to get someone to help me. After ten minutes, the taxi stops in a warehouse. The doors unlock and I get out and slam the door. The taxi drives off and I look around. Someone had kidnapped me and I was going to die. Shit. I didn't want to die.

"Hello Miss Adler." I hear a voice say. I turn around and notice a man in a suit stand there. He was leaning on an umbrella. "How are you tonight?"

"I won't let you kill me." I tell him and glare at him. "People know where I am and will come and kill you."

He sighs. "Miss Adler, you are not going to die. Why don't you sit down and I will explain why you are here." He points to a chair with his umbrella.

"I would rather stand." I tell him and look around for something that I could use as a weapon. "You don't look to strong so I could probably get away. I won't let you make me some case that my boss will have to solve."

"Calliah, sit down and stop looking for a weapon. Lestrade knows you are here and would kill me if I touch you. He is the one who scares me." The man tells me.

"Greg scares you? My boss Lestrade?" I ask and sit down.

He chuckles and sits in the chair across from me. "Yes. He could get me in a lot of trouble if he said the right words."

"Is he your partner?" I asked. I knew Lestrade was bi so maybe this is the man who he was keeping a secret from his wife.

"I am not in a sexual relationship with Lestrade." He says and glares at me. "Do I look gay or bi?"

"I don't know. Is being gay or bi change people's appearance?" I say and smirk.

He groans and shakes his head. "Let's stay on topic Miss Adler."

"Call me Calliah. I hate the Adler name." I tell him and cross my legs.

"Okay Calliah. What is your relationship with Sherlock Holmes?" He asks me.

"What's it to you? Who are you to him?" I asks and crosses my arms.

"If you ask him, he would say his mortal enemy, but if you ask me, just someone to is looking out for him." He tells me.

I looked at him and tried to study him. "Mine and Sherlock's relationship is just that. Mine and Sherlock's. Your name is not Calliah or Sherlock so it is none of your business." I tell him and get up. "Now I have a sister and a case to deal with."

"Ah yes the sister." He says and takes out a file. "Irene Adler. A dominatrix and head of the Adler fortune. Also the bane of your existence."

"Is that a file on me?" I ask and try to get a peek at it.

He pulls it back. "Not for you to know Miss Adler."

"Like I said, call me Calliah." I tell him.

"Calliah. I am need of your help. I want to know what is going on with Sherlock and I need you to tell me since you are becoming chummy." The man tells me and puts my file on his lap.

"What do I get from this?" I ask.

"Well I would offer you money, but you are a trust fund baby so you never have to worry about money. I could give you certain rights to things in the country." He offers me.

"So you are giving me power?" I ask.

"Of course. I need to know about Sherlock and you want some power above your sister." He explains.

"What kind of power?" I ask.

"A car and driver. A membership to the Diogenes Club. And Damehood from the queen." He tells me.

I think about it. "Why?"

"Why do I need to know about Sherlock?" He asks.

"Yeah. Are you going to kill him with the information?" I ask.

He chuckles. "No Calliah. I will not kill him. I just wish to know if he is well. I care about him."

"What kind of things do I have to tell you?" I ask.

"Just if he is smoking, doing drugs, if he gets sick, little things like that." He explains.

I sit down. "Naw. I don't want to get things from an unknown man and betray my only friend." I tell him.

"You have abonnement issues it says." He says and places a hand on the file. "Are you worried he will leave if you do this?"

"No. I am worried that he won't trust me. Trust is important in any kind of relationship and I want his trust." I explain. "I'm guessing you are either a lover, ex-lover, assassin, or family. If you are his lover or family, you can just talk to him. If you are an ex-lover or assassin, then leave him alone."

"What if I offer money?" He adds to the offer.

"Nope." I say and smile.

He sighs and smiles. "You might be good for him." He tells me and stands up. I stand up and look at him. "I hope to see you soon Calliah." He says, turns and walks away.

"I'm here to take you home Miss Adler." I hear behind me.

I turn around and see a sexy brunette standing by a car. "And who are you?"

"That man's assistant but I can promise you that I will take you home." She tells me.

I sigh and get in the car. The woman gets in after me. "Where is home for you?"

I give her my sister's address and lean back. We get to the house and I look at the woman. "Does your boss do that a lot? Steal people off the street?"

She thinks. "Never. You are the first. He really cares for Mr. Holmes and wants to be sure that he is safe." She explains.

"Is he Sherlock's lover?" I ask.

She chuckles and shakes her head. "Nope. Good night Miss Adler."

I sigh and get out of the car. I head inside and see my sister in the living room. "Calliah, get in here." I go to the living room and look at my sister. "Where have you been?"

"Work." I tell her.

"You get off of work at five. It is nine o'clock." She says and crosses her arms.

"Why do you even care? You are constantly kicking me out of the house for days and if I don't listen to you, you whip me! I'm not some play thing that you can just beat. I am your sister!" I yell at her.

She stands up and slaps me so hard that I fall to the ground. "You are not my sister. You are a thing I can release my anger on. Some of my clients left me for another woman and I need someone to have fun with." She says and gets her whip off of her chair. "Just lay there and take it." She starts whipping me and I try to get away. She steps on my back and digs her heel in. "I know you are planning to leave the house. I won't let you move out. If you move out I will cancel your trust fund and kick you out. No one will want to deal with the homeless freak." She whips my back and digs her heel in more. "You will never be anything. Everyone knows you killed your mother and my father. The only reason you have your job is because your boss is trying to prove it so he can put you in jail." She tells me and starts whipping me harder. I scream out in pain and she just does it harder. "You are a worthless freak. Why would anyone want to be friends with you when they can have me?" She keeps whipping me as I black out.


When I woke up, the sunlight was shining in my face. I try to get up and scream out in pain. My back felt like someone had cut it up and poured lemon juice on it. I remembered what Irene had done and I close my eyes. I wasn't going anywhere tonight. I slowly move to my bed and lay on it on my stomach. I get my phone and notice that I had many text messages. I look at them and notice they are from Sherlock. They ranged from 'where are you?' to 'Tell me where you are now Calliah!' I was touched that he was worried about me but he needed to forget about me. I sigh and call him up.

"Calliah Adler! You are in big trouble. Last I knew you were going to tell your sister that you were moving out and then coming home." He yelled at me.

"Sherlock…" I start to say.

"No. You need to come home. I think I have a lead in the case." He tells me.

"Okay go tell Lestrade and while you there, tell him I won't be into work for a couple days." I tell him.

"Calliah… Are you okay? You sound different." He says softly.

"I'm fine… Cold." I lie. I didn't want to lie but I didn't want him to come over or worry about me.

"Liar." He says. "I'll be over soon."

"No Sherlock. I'm fine. Just go tell Lestrade." I tell him.

He was quiet for a while and then he sighs. "Fine. If you don't come home by tomorrow then I will be coming over and dragging you home. Feel better." He tells me and hangs up.

I put my phone away and sigh. I needed to find a way to have Sherlock end our friendship. I needed to heal before I did anything.

The next day, I went into work and sat down at my desk. My back was still killing me but I had to come into work. I had to go home at five or I would get the wrath of Irene again. At twelve, I heard a knock on my door. "Come in." I look up to see Sherlock.

He smiled softly at me and sat down. "I came to check on you." He tells me.

"That's nice of you Sherlock but not needed." I tell him.

"Can we have lunch?" He asks.

"Why?" I ask and look up.

"We need to talk about what you said at home and I…" He starts to say and rubs the back of his neck. "I missed you last night. I was excited to move in with someone and my friend didn't come home."

I look at him and knew in my mind that I would have to ruin Sherlock to remove him from my life. I couldn't let Irene get to Sherlock. He was still delicate from people calling him a freak. He could find a better friend. He didn't need me to weigh him down. "Sherlock I can't move in."

He frowns and straightens up. "What? Why? Is it because I keep pestering you? Because I will stop."

I frown and look down. "No… I can't live with a freak." I say softly.

I heard him gasp and get up. "Y-You are the only person to never call me that." He said and I could hear the hurt in his voice. I teared up. I haven't know Sherlock for that long but he was becoming my best friend. "I thought I was awesome."

"I was tricking you stupid." I said, hating myself with every word I said. It was for his own good. He didn't need me in his life.

"Well… Fine. You have a good life." He tells me and leaves.

I look up and watch him bump into Donovan. I hear her call him a freak and he just ignored her and left the station. I lay my head on my desk and try not to cry. "What did you do to him?" I hear someone ask me.

I look up and see Lestrade standing there. "What he needed."


Okay so I hope that was better than my last chapter. I know not to try and finish a chapter at two in the morning.