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By the end of the week Sherlock was able to get Miss. Collins to sit at the table with him and eat almost half a plate of food. When she could eat no more she lightly pushed the plate away, Sherlock gave her a smile and picked it up and took it out of the room where Lestrade and John had been watching. "She's doing better." Sherlock said crossing his arms and looking in the room through the window John and Lestrade had been.

"We still need to talk about where she's going to go after here." Lestrade said, he had been avoiding the doctors that had been calling him non stop trying to talk him into letting them come and take a look at her, but Sherlock had put his foot down on that idea.

"We have a doctor here already watching her. You bring them in and we are going to lose all the progress we've gained over the past week!" He had whispered harshly. He had just gotten her to sleep in the cot instead of on the floor and was trying not to wake her when Lestrade had come in and told him.

"She can't stay here forever, you know that as well as I do Sherlock." Lestrade said.

"You haven't found any family that she would have?" John asked, not looking at either of them.

"No. We even talked to the Dad... he told us there is no one." He looked away from the window. "The only thing I can think of is the hospital, or the insane asylum."

"What if someone took her in?" Sherlock said after almost five minutes of silence. "Took her in and kept up with doctor visits." He looked back in at Miss. Collins who was still sitting at the table looking at the door Sherlock had gone through.

"What are you trying to say Sherlock?" Lestrade asked looking at the man. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

Sherlock didn't look at him. "Is it against the law Lestrade?"

"Well, no. But that person would have to have their home inspected, and cleared by police and a doctor. And they would have to deal with a lot of publicity. More than a certain person would already deal with... And he would have to make sure she was turning into a proper citizen, not someone who might have any aggressive tendencies like her father showed." Lestrade watched Sherlock as though he had never seen someone like him before.

"Do you really think she is capable of doing what her Father did?" Sherlock said, anger dripping in his voice. "Look at her, if she was going to hurt someone she would have done it when we had startled her or scared her. And never once did she lash out. Don't be stupid Lestrade." He walked away from the window going to the door as the look on her face had started to turn to worry as he hadn't come back into the room yet. As he opened the door her face relaxed back into the soft smile that seemed to always grace her face now a days. "You weren't worried were you?" He said softly smiling at her.

She shook her head, "No." But jumped up and hugged him around the middle as she had taken to doing whenever Sherlock came back after leaving for longer than a few minutes. He looked down at her and ran his hand over the top of her hair. She still wasn't willing to leave the room and still hadn't had a shower. She let go of him and walked over sitting down on the cot and holding a book close to her chest. Sherlock had thought she would like something to look at while he was gone and had picked up a few children's books. She had taken to one that had pictures of stars and celestial constellations. Even though it wasn't a children's book, he had still brought it she would sit and listen to Sherlock read the stories to her clutching the book to her chest, he had even taken to calling her something besides Miss. Collins.

"Celeste, would you like to go on a walk with me?" Sherlock asked, he had a plan to at least make leaving the room easier for her when they finally would have to, and after the talk with Lestrade he knew now was a no better time to start. Celeste looked at Sherlock, her head cocked to one side.

"Walk?" She asked, her vocabulary had gotten better, but she was still working on full sentences.

"Yeah." He sat down on the cot next to her. "You see that door?" He pointed to the door, she looked around him at the door a look of concentration took over her face for a moment before she nodded. "Well John is here, you remember John?" He asked. She nodded her head. "He would like to see you, do you want to go see him? He's right on the other side of the door." Sherlock stood and held out his hand towards her and she took it, still holding onto her book. They made their way towards the door, as Sherlock reached for it Celeste tightened her grip on his hand. "It's ok." He whispered tightening his grip on her hand as well. He slowly swung the door open and placed his foot by it so it wouldn't shut. He looked back at Celeste and she was looking from his face to the empty door. "See? It's ok." He took a step towards the door and she copied him.

"John?" She asked quietly as she looked at the door. John took a side step until she could see him. "John!" She said pointing towards John with the hand that held the book. "John, Sherlock!" She said again. Sherlock couldn't help but laugh at the child like reaction.

"Yup, that's John. Do you want to go see him?" Celeste nodded and followed Sherlock up until her feet reached the door frame. She stopped almost as if she had ran into a wall. "Come on, it's ok." Sherlock said taking another step but she didn't budge and let go of his hand.

She looked around, and her eyes landed on a pair of police officers she had never seen and stared at them wide eyed. "Safe?" She whispered.

"You're safe as long as you're with me." Sherlock said as he went back to her and placed his hands on her shoulders. "I'll protect you."

Celeste's dark green eyes looked up into Sherlock's hazel ones and for a moment she lost the look of a child and took on the look of the grown woman she was. "Safe with, Sherlock." She said, also gone was the voice of a child that had graced her voice just moments previously. Still looking into Sherlock's eyes she spoke. "Promise?"

Sherlock stared back down into her eyes, he had never heard her talk like this or seen her in his light. He suddenly became very aware of his skin touching hers and the light electified feeling he felt in the skin that was in contact with hers. He suddenly saw her no longer as a child that needed him, but as a woman who needed him. "I promise." He whispered, his lips barely moving. Celeste smiled, not a full smile that was childish and full of wonder, but a smile that showed her beyond her age and made his stomach flip in a way it never has before.

Celeste reached over and placed the book she was holding on the table outside of the room she had lived in the past couple weeks looking away from Sherlock for only a moment, but he did not let go of her shoulders. He waited for her to look back at him, wanting to know if he had just imagined what he had heard and saw. When she looked back at him she looked the same as before she had looked away. "Sherlock?" She had asked, her voice hadn't changed back to it's previous childish demor either.

"Yea?"

"John." She pointed behind him to where John still stood, watching the two of them as was Lestrade. Sherlock gave his head a small shake and looked back at John who was watching them quietly with a curious look on his face.

"Of course." Sherlock said as he let his hands slip off of her shoulders and fall to his sides. "Go see John." He stepped aside and Celeste reached out grabbing his hand again, his heart drummed in his chest so loud he was surpised no one else heard it.

"WE go see John. Together." She gave him a small smile and tugged him forward. "Always together."