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Tia p.o.v.

She felt like she was intruding, and she didn't like it.

Mary, John's wife, stood in the doorway awkwardly, her eyes darting and taking in everything in the room. Sherlock and his brother seemed to be having a staring contest, and John was staring at his wife as if he thought she was a hallucination. Rosie giggled on the floor and chewed on the end of a pencil.

"Well," Sherlock said at last, "Would someone care to explain what is going on?"

Mycroft sighed. "You are a subject of national security."

"And?"

"With Mary around, that security was compromised."

"So you faked her death and threw her in prison. Bloody hell, Mycroft," John growled, "Do you enjoy locking people up?"

"We had no other choice with Euros."

"I'm not talking about Euros!"

"Who's Euros?" Tia asked.

Mycroft glared at her, or maybe he was just looking in her direction. It was hard to tell. "Euros is none of your concern."

"That doesn't change the fact that you incarcerated my wife!" John hissed.

"I never said it did, Doctor Watson. Anyhow, Mary is free now due to some... complications in the security of the prison she was in. That's why I'm here," Mycroft explained. The whole conversation seemed to tire him out.

"Who is Euros?" Mary asked.

"Irrelevant. Now, the prison-"

"Boring. leave," Sherlock snapped, still sifting through papers.

"Sherl-"

"Leave. Now."

The elder Holmes left the room with a sigh. Tia heard him leave the front door. As soon as the door slammed shut, Sherlock leaped to his feet and started searching through drawers.

"So, um- how have things been?" Mary asked John as she stooped to lift up Rosie. John began talking, and Tia figured she should let them catch up. So, she did the obvious thing- bother Sherlock.

"What are you looking for?" she asked the crazed (yes, crazed) detective.

"Data," he half shouted, dumping out the contents of yet another drawer.

"Right," she said. "So... I'm going to go make sure that my cats didn't get out when your brother broke in, so..."

The only response she got was more papers and folders falling to the floor, so Tia walked downstairs. Just as she reached the bottom, she heard John yell, "Sherlock, is that my gun? When the hell..."

She had no idea how her aunt stood for such a lifestyle. Then again, she had no idea if her normal life would ever seem, well, normal again after this experience. And the weirdest part was, she hadn't even been there for a very long time.

As it turned out, her cats had not escaped. She found the pan she had threatened Mycroft with on the table along with her aunt's instructions and warnings and whatnot. She put the pan away and put the binder on the counter. The she found her phone and checked for messages.

There were two text messages and one missed call. One of the texts was from her best friend from high school- Diana Hunter. She had met Diana (nicknamed Di) on the first day of year 9, and they'd been best friends ever since. Unfortunately, Di had gone to law school, so they hadn't seen much of each other in recent times. The text read,

Hey, heard you were looking after your aunt's place. What's up? -DH

The other one wasn't from one of her contacts. When she tried to find the number, it simply read BLOCKED. When she opened the message and read it, her heart dropped into her stomach.

You watch your victim go about their home as if they would be there forever.

They were foolish.

Everyone is.

Hell, you consider yourself to be and idiot.

But it doesn't matter.

You can shoot and fight.

That's what matters.

You pull the trigger.

Your victim drops dead.

Idiots.

Almost everyone is an idiot.

Including you.

But that doesn't matter.

Hope you like my riddle, sweetheart! ;)

Sincerely,

You

In that moment, she forgets who she is, where she is, and what she's doing. Panic seized her, starting in her ribs and working it's way up her spine. She forgot how to breath. In the rational part of her brain (a very small part, mind you), she knew that it was probably just a joke. But it was scary. Then her brain produced a thought and she calmed down. It was a joke, probably, from someone who wanted to scare her away.

The stalker.

Sherlock Holmes.

She picked up her phone from the floor where she'd apparently dropped it with shaking hands. Then she looked at the number for the missed call.

BLOCKED.

Bingo.

She stormed up the stairs in a burst of anger at Sherlock Holmes for trying to scare her away and threw open the door (effectively scaring John Watson out of his skin, not that he'd ever admit it).

"What the bloody hell convinced you that this," she gestured angrily at the mobile, "was an acceptable joke!?"

Her words were aimed at Sherlock, even though she was glaring at the wall. Sherlock had the nerve to look confused.

"Sorry- what?"

She punched him in the nose.

In her own defense, he deserved it.

About five minuted later, when she was calm enough to not punch anyone, the four of them were sitting at the table. Sherlock was holding a large amount of paper towels over his nose, as it was bleeding.

Profusely.

She definitely wasn't sorry. Even if he didn't send the text, he did shoot the wall.

"Tia? Can you explain what happened?" Mary asked. John couldn't. He was too amused. And Sherlock... well...

She laid her mobile on the table. "This gave me a heart attack," she said, gesturing to the message.

Mary smiled patiently and picked up the phone. As she read the 'riddle', her smile faded. John read if over her shoulder.

"Sherlock, look at this." His voice was deadly serious.

Sherlock held out a bloody hand, still holding the paper over his face with the other one.

"Eh..." John said. "Wash your hands first."

The phone chirped with an incoming message. Tia grabbed her phone and read it, thinking that it was from Diana.

It wasn't.

She must have looked terrified, because Mary said, "What is it?"

She held up the message for them to see.

Then again, you're not smart enough.

Good of you to go to Sherlock. Me and him, we go waaaay back.

Do you want another clue?

You

-BLOCKED

A/N: Okay, guys, if anyone's reading this: I am so so sorry for the hiatus. It took longer than I thought it would. Then, when I started typing this, my cat decided to help by walking on my keyboard so I had to fix that. But I am back, and I should be updating regularly again.

So, if anyone's reading this: please tell me what you think. I know it's not the best, but still... constructive criticism is more than welcome. Just a note, my 'y' key doesn't always work, so if you see a place where a 'y' should be but isn't, please let me know. Usually I catch them all, but... yeah. So please review or PM me if you have the time to spare. It helps.

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