"Morning dad." A very tired Julia called, walking almost as though she were a zombie into the front room. Her hair had been pulled into a messy braid and her tie hung loosely around her neck. She scanned the room wearily to find her mobile phone. She had forgotten to take it up to her room last night and feared the texts she'd receive. Some students had gotten her contact details somehow and were tormenting her once again. She wondered if Mycroft had seen them, he practically had an iron grip on her to compensate for Sherlock's careless attitude. He was practically the British government so he could surely have enough power to intercept her texts? It wouldn't be the first time. IF he had seen them, he obviously didn't think it was a serious matter. The very thought only made Julia feel worse.

"Your essay. It was very good." Sherlock's voice boomed out from the newspaper he was reading. He gestured his head to his desk where the sheet of paper lay. His smile was proud and even slightly affectionate.

"Thanks." She tried to say through a yawn.

Julia's feet padded across the floor to where she had left her blazer hanging on the back of the other arm chair the night before. Her hands reached into her pocket where she collected her mobile phone. She had a few missed calls and several texts. Her stomach clenched as she browsed through them.

-Jules, where did you go after school? - Peter

- There have been rumours.

- Jules answer us!

-Babe, Kerry has it out for you. apparently you were bitching to her on the tube. Stay safe. - Courtney

-Facebook. Now. I've only messaged you ten times.

-Please tell me you have just forgotten to check your phone again baby. - Paul

You think you can get away with that, you little Tranny? We are coming after you and this time that woman wont be there to help you. [Unknown number]

Julia felt the warmth vanish from her body. She was used to threats but this was something different. They had directly contacted her once again. This time threatening to harm her. Shaking she plugged her phone into it's charger. Fear enveloped her and she genuinely wished she did not have to go to school today. The text that the unknown contact had sent played on her mind. Who knows what was going to happen to her. Realising that her friends must be worried to the core, she began the type the message that she would sent to everybody.

I am fine, I had left my phone in my jacket last night. Was too distracted by that bloody essay. I'm sorry if I worried you. I'll explain everything later. JH

Leaving her phone to charge, she carefully started to pack her school bag, folding the essay carefully and placing it between two books. When she had finished she switched the television on to watch shows that she had no interest in. Sherlock barely passed a glance at her. Clad in his pyjamas under this blue robe, he clearly hadn't long woken up himself. He was drinking a cup of tea and was occupied with the latest headline on the newspaper. Yet another story about the suicides. His patience was waning and he wondered when Lestrade would eventually ask him for his help. For the next half-hour the intelligent detective noticed the jerky movements of his daughter. The way she carried herself meant he could read her like a book. Usually she would eat breakfast before packing her bag, meaning that something was clearly on her mind. Yet completely forgetting to eat was something else. Unlike Sherlock, Julia liked to eat regularly, so forgetting to do so stressed obvious signs of anxiety. The rigid way in which she sat did not do her justice either. Clearly she was not watching the television. When she needed to leave Sherlock finally decided to speak.

"What's wrong Julia?" He asked her, watching her lace up her boots and slip her blazer on. She turned to him defensively, feigning a smile, straightening her tie and collecting her mobile from the kitchen counter-top.

"I'm fine." She said, almost too quickly. Setting the newspaper down, her father clasped his hands together, narrowing his eyes and standing up. Julia hated that look, the one where he knew when she was being untruthful. Why was Sherlock only just paying attention to her feelings now?

"You are obviously anxious, the way you behave confirms that, The way you didn't eat – "

"Dad." Julia cut him off. "You've never once paid attention to my feelings. Don't pretend you actually care. You're only doing this to prove how clever you are." She breathed through her teeth. Sherlock's gaze did not falter at all. Julia walked out the door, unapologetically firing him a hurt look. She wished that just once, her father would be human enough to care. When she had left Sherlock held his hands to her face, letting out a long breath.

Caring is not an advantage. He reminded himself. Julia was wrong. He did care, yet he had no idea how to act on it. His phone started to ring on the coffee table and Sherlock did not even need to check to know exactly who it was. He collected it and answered it after several rings.

"Brother dear." He said, speaking dully.

"Julia will not be going to school today." The voice on the other end of the line spoke.

"You have plans with her, I presume."

"I sent Anthea to collect her, there are matters I must discuss with her."

"Mycroft, why not after school?" Sherlock asked, frustrated. He disliked the power that his brother had. He unpredictable behaviour was what he loathed more though.

"That is not relevant to you currently." Mycroft replied, speaking as though Sherlock was a child. Trying to keep calm Sherlock took a few moments before replying.

"She is my child, of course it is relevent."

"An incident has come to light. Now do forgive me, She has arrived. I'm sure she will inform you in due course."

"Mycroft!"

"Goodbye, Brother mine."

"It was a pleasure to talk to you." Sherlock replied, voice laced with sarcasm.

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"Afternoon dear." Mrs Hudson called to Sherlock as he bounded into the landing, he was bored. Very bored. He refused to think of what Julia had said earlier about him not truly caring. He had tried talking to his skull but he felt that the conversation was thin. He had tried throwing his knife a various photographs of people he disliked but he didn't want to ruin the wall. He had even made an attempt to watch television but the low IQ of some people was simply painful to watch. He eventually decided experimenting on some bodies at the morgue. All he needed to do was use his charm on Molly.

"Off out Mrs Hudson, I will be back in a few hours with my potential new flat mate." He smiled, wrapping his scarf around his neck and slipping his famous coat on. He habitually ruffled his hair and approached the front door. Mrs Hudson, carrying a tea-tray at that moment nodded her head, unable to wave him off.

"I hope he is nice, have a good day, love." She smiled, shuffling back to cafe.

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Sorry, I know John was supposed to be in this chapter but my mind tends to wonder a little, the next chapter will definitely include him. I wanted to highlight Sherlock's lack of knowledge to Julia's personal life as well as suggesting how difficult things must be for his kid. Once again thank you for the reviews, and to everybody who favourited this! I love you all. ^.^