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Chapter 10

Sherlock was getting a little impatient by seven in the morning, usually he would have let Lucy sleep for longer- but the fact that they now had a clue and something more to go on made him anxious to be out of the flat and off to the street in question. He'd taken to stroking her hair gently for the rest of the night as he mulled over the clues, facts and what lay ahead of them today; but now he'd decided to drum his fingers impatiently on the wooden desk beside him. From the other room, he had just heard John walk downstairs to make himself some breakfast and his usual morning cup of tea. Looking back down at the peacefully sleeping girl, Sherlock –being extremely careful- manoeuvred out of the bed from underneath Lucy. He had the teen partly in his arms at the end of this, and so he gently laid her back down without disturbing her at all. The detective sighed and smiled slightly at the sight before noiselessly exiting the bedroom. On his way, he stopped off into his own bedroom to put on one of his many dressing gowns and ran his fingers through his dark, curly hair.

John Watson was sitting down in his chair munching on some toast and jam when Sherlock entered the living room- for John couldn't eat in the kitchen what with the numerous amounts of experiments everywhere. He looked up at his flatmate with a smile as Sherlock took the seat opposite him. "Morning Sherlock," John said after swallowing his mouthful of toast. "Is Lucy still asleep?"

"Yes, I left her for a bit." Sherlock waved his hand in dismissal, "I got a text last night."

"Good morning John, how are you? Oh I'm fine thank you. I had a lovely sleep thank you," John joked at Sherlock's lack of normal chatter.

"Hilarious," he just rolled his eyes and huffed in slight annoyance.

"Sorry, couldn't help myself," John tried to suppress a grin, "A text?"

"Yes John a text I just said," Sherlock got his phone out, "From the murderer." He withdrew his phone from his pocket and showed the doctor- who frowned as he read it.

"Wait, what? Sherlock, how the hell does he know about Lucy?" John hissed.

"I don't know." Sherlock admitted, "I've had a couple of these texts now. One before mentioned the girl living with us- but it's only now he or she is using Lucy's name."

"And why would the killer involve a teenage girl?" John raised his eyebrows as he took a sip from his mug of tea.

"Maybe because she's living with us." Sherlock suggested.

"Shit Sherlock, what if she's in danger..."

"She probably is," Sherlock shrugged- enraging his flatmate.

"How the hell can you be so calm?" John almost yelled.

"John, you got put in danger because of me remember? I told Lucy yesterday that she was probably in danger- she was fine with it actually. And... It's not like I'd let anything happen to her. I didn't let anything bad happen to you did I?"

"I almost got blown up," John angrily took a bite from his toast.

"But you didn't. I wouldn't have let it happen. I protect my friends John. I'll protect Lucy."

"You better." The doctor sighed.

"But that wasn't the only thing the killer sent me," Sherlock muttered, John looked at him expectantly so he continued; "I received a picture last night." He held out his phone for John to have a look.

"That's a street of houses."

"Brilliant observation John, how did you do it?" Sherlock queried, earning a sarcastic look.

"Hang on... I think I know where this is. Yeah, it's about a fifteen minute drive from here." John murmured, thinking hard.

"Good, we're going there today." Sherlock informed him.

"Have you told the police?" John asked pointedly.

"Urgh, not yet." Sherlock groaned. John continued to glare at him, "Fine I'll text Lestrade now."

"Call him."

"Must I?" Sherlock pouted, John just raised an eyebrow- making Sherlock sigh in defeat.

"Well I'll go wake Lucy." John said, finishing his tea.

"Uh huh, be ready to go shortly." Sherlock said absentmindedly as he dialled the number for Lestrade. With a grin he added, "Could be dangerous."

Fifteen minutes later, Lucy joined the two men in the front room. Now fully dressed in long sleeved clothing and black skinny jeans, the teenager smiled as she greeted them. Sherlock was busy rushing about, he himself was fully dressed in a white shirt and black suit clothing; he shrugged on his usual coat and wrapped a dark blue scarf around his pale neck.

"I've called Lestrade; the police should already be there." Sherlock informed them.

"How will they know what house to go to?" John queried.

"They'll be searching, seeing what ones are abandoned and all that." The consulting detective shrugged. John had briefly informed Lucy of what was going on, she hadn't seen the photo, but there was no point showing her as they were now about to leave to go to the street. "Let's go, are you ready? Good, no more time. Hurry up!" Sherlock had started running downstairs before he had even finished his first sentence, and ended up shouting up the stairs to his laughing friends. And, by the time they got outside, Sherlock had already hailed a cab, apparently told the cabbie the address and was sitting in the vehicle looking expectantly at his friends.

"Eager much," John muttered jokingly to Lucy as they shut the door of 221B Baker Street and joined their friend ready for the journey.

The taxi ride there wasn't a long one. Sherlock didn't utter a single word; instead, he took to drumming his fingers again while staring out the window. John explained to Lucy that he was usually like that on a case. "So what's so special about this street?" Lucy asked after a few minutes of a slightly uncomfortable silence.

"I'm not too sure myself," John admitted, he glanced sideways at Sherlock, hoping for an explanation. The detective raised an eyebrow and rolled his eyes.

"The street in which we are going is the one in the picture the killer sent to me. It's a clue... of some sorts. I'm presuming we will find something there that will get us one step closer to finding him... Obviously." Sherlock told them, "But, Lucy, the text I receive informed me that you will 'like this next move,' so I'm hoping you'll be able to help us."

"Uh, I'll do my best." She said uncertainly.

The first thing they noticed as they neared the street was the police officers. Several officers and cars were placed around the street, and they had taped off the section the photo contained in hopes of searching and finding something. Sherlock threw a couple of notes at the taxi driver before promptly dashing out of the taxi up to the security tape. Lucy and John followed at a much slower pace, much to Sherlock's annoyance. Under the tape they followed their friend where Lestrade was waiting for them. Suddenly, Lucy gasped.

"What is it?" John queried, frowning.

"I know this street," she murmured, barely audibly. Sherlock and Lestrade turned to face her, surprised at the recognition.

"How do you know it?" The consulting detective asked. She looked up at him and John with wide eyes. With a shaking hand, she lifted her arm and pointed it to the one house that was now filled with police officers.

"What about that house?" Lestrade pressed, he too was confused.

"Have they found something there?" Lucy ignored their questions.

"Yes, we've found something," The detective inspector confirmed.

"Lucy," Sherlock pressed, knowing where this was going but wanting confirmation, "What about that house?"

"I used to live there." She whispered, "That's where my parents died."