(Major apologies for those who viewed the last chapter and saw random code. Should be all fixed. Thank you so much readers for letting me know I really appreciate it.)

The tube was always a place Ana loved, to see the people come and leave in such a rush reminded her of the younger years of High school, as it were her only form of transportation. The sound of the trains whizzing about brought back the nostalgic feeling of simpler times.

Before the rush of school exams and inevitable ends of friendships everywhere. Ana used to sit on a lonely bench when she was younger and pretend she knew how to deduce them like her oh so clever friend.

For instance, the young teenager sitting about ten feet away gripped onto a letter with such anxious anticipation. The letter was clearly something he has been waiting for throughout the entirety of his life. His face was like a book that Ana could read all too well, perfectly portraying the visual 'should I open the letter? What if she said no to the date? What if she said yes? What do I do if she did say yes!? What do I do then?'.

Closing her eyes she could almost hear Sherlock reprimanding her. "Yet again, you have attempted to tint his situation with romanticism, you are not describing a love story."

Fine, Ana thought. The young kid probably had an acceptance letter in his hands, either he had been accepted into the college of his dreams or he would be working long hours at a fast food restaurant to make ends meet.

At least, that was what went through her mind all those years ago when she held her own letter in anticipation in the very seat she was sat in now. Oh how things change.

Her very first memories were of visiting her father at the university where he worked. She would dream of the day when she too could attend, as a student.

When her father died, the idea was reinforced as the University became the only thing that she could remember him by. Of course, being the daughter of their favorite deceased professor did not award her any favours.

Watching him out of the corner of her eye so as not to make people think she's a stalker, a sigh escapes her lip when his eyes take in the now opened letter.

An overjoyed expression followed by him Jumping out of his seat explains his result in one minute.

He must really be looking forward to working at McDonalds.

Dear Anastasia Lakely,

We regret to inform you that no records were found of your father Timothy Lakely being employed by Earlton University. Understandably, this means we cannot offer you a full tuition for the class of 1998. However, after much consideration of your application, we are happy to offer you a partial scholarship due to your academic record-...

Her nails almost pierced a hole in the paper as her grip on the page became increasingly violent. She couldn't complain too much, clearly the letter wasn't a straight copy and paste from their rejection letter templates. They obviously made an effort in that paragraph. Ana begins to wonder if they just threw out all their records of previous favorite employees so they don't have to fork out a free education year after year.

Ana had reread that page maybe a thousand times yet the words still had not magically changed. Her mother burnt anything that could remind her of Ana's father so it seemed the university were not the only ones whose records disappeared.

"Ana? Have you seen my keys?" Victoria, Ana's older sister yells from the bedroom doorway. Hmm, what to do. Tell her sister that she gave the keys to Sherlock or pretend she didn't hear her.

"I stole them, threw them on the roof. Thought you might need the exercise."

Victoria's death glare bores into Ana's soul, trying to seduce that small slither of guilt to rain forth. Unfortunately, her feelings about the letter in her hands eclipsed anything else.

"You sound just like him. That… thing you hang out with all the time." Thing? Was that the best Victoria had for me? How is it possible that someone who is clearly blood related to me come up with such a lame comeback?

"You're talking about yourself in the third person again, and now you're describing yourself as a male? This keeps getting better and better."

When she was seven, Ana idolised her older sister and would have done anything to be just like her. She'd even use her old clothes and pretend her teddy was little Ana while she was Victoria. Nowadays, after many years of bickering and sibling rivalry, she wanted no part of her sister in her for all she sees is cynicism and anger. To which she still doesn't understand why.

"Maybe that guy you were with this week has them. Keith? No he's the guy from last week isn't he. Can't keep them straight in my head." Victoria takes a step closer to Ana and in that moment she almost begins to fear for her life. "Fine! I left them in my locker at school. I'll get them back."

Her reply was only a few seconds to late, though, as that one step was enough for Victoria to see exactly what Ana held in her hands. With the school emblem shining in the light of the sun, Victoria knew that it was a letter from Earlton University.

"What is this?" She yanks the letter out of Ana's hands. Mouthing the words out loud, with complete concentration it's like all of her features decide to go neutral. "Oh. You know… I know somebody who could help you out with the fees.."

What happened to my jerk of a sister out for my blood? How does she know a way for me to earn £17,000 so easily.

"Oh yeah, just marry someone super rich and wait till he dies so I can take his fortune and use that to go to college huh? What a brilliant Idea, why didn'tIi think of that? Yeah, no." Apparently my corrupt humor actually cracked a smile on my sister's once angry face.

"Ha no. You know the Charltons son? He was telling me how his father just released a massive reward for any information on their daughter Taylor. She was a girl I knew at school remember? It's so strange, they literally just received a ransom note for her, right when they've accepted her as gone.

Ana freezes on the spot. Remembering the mini investigation Sherlock put her through almost two years ago. After that night she could clearly recall inquiring about any friends the 15 year old had at the time that would fit the profile of an older boyfriend. Eventually she tracked the couple to a little town a few hours away.

A ransom note? More like they need more money to fund their blissful romantic life, or the two have had a mad break up and Taylor Charlton wants a way back into her family's life. Either way she had promised Sherlock when he deduced her continued investigations that she would leave the two be, as so much time had passed there was no need to bring up such a case with the no longer grieving parents. He'd even used the 'If you are my friend, you will drop this' line that melted her heart into a mess of emotions.

Maybe things are different now the ransom note has sprung new hope to the Charlton family.

"You could convince your… friend to help you figure out what happened."

Victoria would never say Sherlock's name, the mere thought of doing so being enough to make her sick. But it was the thought that counts.

"Why are you being so…"

"Sisterly? Kind?" Sighing, Victoria folds her arms "I'm sure you'll bring it down to me wanting my keys back or something. But maybe I genuinely care about you going to university, plus, Taylor was my friend."

Ana had become accustomed to being lost deep in thought yet still aware of her surroundings, so somehow without managing to walk off onto the tracks or into someone, she had made her way through the station to find the departure times.

It all seemed like a giant maze, looking for the right train to catch. Boarding times change instantaneously once a train departs, making it a bit difficult to really concentrate on the board. Suddenly, a flash blinds Ana from her left, causing her to glance at someone holding a camera.

Noticing that he's been spotted, he bolts through the crowd with Ana in hot pursuit, pushing her way through and almost knocking over people. She sees the camera guy take a sharp left down a flight of stairs and she follows suit. Coming to another set of double stairs, the culprit slides down the rail to get a faster head start. Ana contemplates doing the same but knows she'll probably fall flat on her face so she decides to just run it.

Finally getting down the stairs, she follows him into the metro boarding area. Still within her sight, she sees him inching closer to the doors. Pushing through even more people, she tries to get close enough to grab his scarf trailing behind him. Almost to him, he escapes by a thread as he makes it into the train before the doors closed on Ana. Pounding on the glass, he shows a smug look on his face before taking one more quick picture of her as she angrily tries to pry open the doors with her bare hands. With the picture being taken, Ana decides to take out her phone and try to capture a picture of him, but as she stumbles to find it, the train starts to depart.

Running to catch up, she gets her camera app up. She better snap this as soon as possible because there's three metres away between her and the wall. She points it towards the train, hoping it'll auto adjust to focus and snaps five photos in total. Stopping just in time before hitting the wall, she watches the train disappear within the tunnel. Exhausted and defeated, she looks back to her photos and realises all she has is a bunch of blurry photos which do not show her stalker's face whatsoever. It does, however, show his outfit which consisted of a white buttoned shirt, a grey striped cardigan, a black scarf and a leather satchel slung across his left arm.

Trying to use as much of her knowledge and abilities to think like Sherlock, she studied the picture over and over. Zooming to see if any facial features stick out or maybe any sorts of personal marks like scars or tattoos, she becomes obsessed with cracking this puzzle. After thirty minutes, she gets frustrated with herself and throws her phone back into her bag.

How in the world is she to think like Sherlock when all she can think of is what are the intentions of the camera creep. Knowing there's only one thing that she can do, she walks to her train. Twenty minutes later, Ana finds herself in the last place she'd ever think to be invited to.

Ana looks at the piece of paper she received to make sure she has the right address before folding it up in her bag and looking back up to the door. Determined to find out what's going on, who better to think like Sherlock than the ACTUAL Sherlock. Just one more thing to do.

Knock.