He took her hands in his and squeezed gently. He sensed people staring so he quickly said, "It's just a simple murder," and let go of her hands and walked away. She went after him and stopped him.

"Ph-phone please," she was glad her voice didn't crack on both the words.

"Oh, sorry," he gave it back and went to checked out the dead body. She pulled out her phone and noticed it was open to contacts 'Sherlock' it read. At that moment she received a new text message from the Doctor, her Doctor. 'Are you okay?!' is what it read. She replied, 'Yeah, just fine.' A tear fell as she felt a tough arm go around her shoulders. She looked to see who it was. Detective Lestrade.

"Hi, Clara, are you alright?" He asked so concerned.

"Well," she jumped at his voice because she forgot he was there, "I'm going to send you home with Sherlock because it looked like you two kind of hit it off." She blushed at his offer. Lestrade escorted her to the cab, and let her in with Sherlock and John following in soon. Sherlock sat in the middle, even though he despised it.

"The contact, how did you-" He cut her off.

"When I walked away." He said it like it was taking candy from a baby, and based on his character, he probably has done that.

She felt her phone vibrate. She had 2 new messages. One was from a blocked number that read: "Keep your mouth shut," but she pushed the threat away, and opened the second one from the Doctor. "Where are you?" he asked over text. She got goosebumps from the concern in the message. "A cab." she sassed back.

The cab came to a halt outside of a Speedy's Sub Shop. John went on inside while Sherlock nonchalantly waited for Clara outside of the flat building.