A/N: Sonseeahray: Thank you! I'm glad to know you're enjoying the story :) And you can say he's afraid of something. Though I'm sure he would think of it more as just being protective. I can't tell you what or why though. That would be spoiling the story ;)

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(221b Baker Street)

(Emily's P.O.V.)

I knocked on the door to 221 Baker Street.

I wasn't sure why I was here. I guess in a way, I wanted to irritate Mycroft. Who I know was more than likely watching my movements ever since I left his office.

He has also been calling me ever since I left.

But I knew if I answered the phone now or even two days from now I wouldn't be getting an apology and the reason. Instead, I would be told to stop this childish and foolish reaction and get back to work instantly.

I knew Mycroft that well.

It made me wonder if John had to deal with the same things from Sherlock or if there was a difference between the two….

The door opened only moments later to reveal a woman.

"Hello dear," She said with a smile. "What can I do for you?"

"Hi," I said, returning the smile. "I'm a friend of Sherlock's. Is he in?"

"No, I'm afraid you missed him." She said. "But you're welcome to wait for him."

"Thank you." I said.

"I'm Mrs. Hudson." She said, as I walked inside.

"Dr. Emily Beaureguard." I said, automatically.

"A doctor!" Mrs. Hudson said with delight. "I must say, Sherlock must really like doctors. First Molly, then John, and now you."

I laughed a little.

"Go on up dear." She said. "I'll let him know you're here when he comes around."

"Thank you." I said.

I then headed up the stairs to his and John's flat.

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(Sherlock's P.O.V.)

"All I'm saying is that you could've been nicer." John said as we entered 221 Baker Street.

"And all I'm saying is that maybe if he wasn't so involved in trying to make magic into a career instead of going into a profession with purpose, then maybe he would get farther in life." I said.

John rolled his eyes.

"Oh, Sherlock! Good you're here." I heard a voice say.

I looked and saw Mrs. Hudson was beaming at me.

"What?" I asked, confused by her over happy nature.

"You're friend stopped by and is waiting for you upstairs." Mrs. Hudson said happily.

"Friend?" I asked. "I don't have-"

I suddenly deduced who Mrs. Hudson meant and what had happened.

"Sherlock?" I heard John ask concern.

"She's here." I said softly.

"Who's here?" I heard John ask.

Ignoring him, I bolted up the stairs.

"Sherlock!" I heard John call after me.

I opened the door to the flat and immediately saw her.

Emily was sitting in my chair, reading one of my notebooks where I recorded my experiments in. More specifically, the notebook I wrote down the experiment I did about the human heart.

She didn't look up.

"Sherlock, I swear, one of these times-" I heard John begin, as he entered the room.

He stopped talking once his eyes landed on our guest.

And still, Emily did not look up.

I studied her and deduced she was interested in what I had done. And she knew we were watching her.

A minute went by before she spoke.

"Hello, Sherlock." Emily said, finally looking up at me and John with a smile. "Hello, John."

"Hello," I said, walking more into the room. Deducing her as I did. "What brings you here?"

"Just thought I would pop in for a visit." Emily said, as if that was the most normal thing in the world.

She's lying, I thought, there's another reason entirely as to why she's here. But what was it?

"You're lying." I said. "You're here for another reason entirely. If it has something to do with your friend leaving I'm afraid there's nothing I can do. Witness protection explains itself."

Emily looked at me thoughtfully.

"Like I said," Emily said. "I'm here for a visit. I don't want anything."

She was still lying as to why she was here, but she wasn't lying about not wanting anything.

Interesting.

I deduced her closer as John cleared his throat.

"Well, you're welcome to stay here and have lunch with us." John said.

"I don't want to intrude." Emily said.

"It's not a problem." John said.

"You got into a fight with your deducing friend." I said suddenly.

Emily and John both looked at me with surprise.

"He wasn't being honest with you about something." I continued. "Despite him saying in the past he would. What was the argument about?"

"…I guess I'm not surprised you know I have a friend who can deduce like you." Emily said. "And I rather not discuss it." She stood up, dropped my notebook on the floor and headed toward the kitchen. "I'll make sandwiches."

"I'll help." John said, following her.

I watched her as her and John got what they needed. Emily not being surprised one bit by the human parts in the refrigerator. Almost as if she knew she would find them in there.

How though? I thought, How did she know they were in there? She didn't look around the flat while she waited for us to arrive, like others had done before, so how did she know about the body parts?

I knew this caught John's interest as well. Especially when she didn't even comment on it when she opened the refrigerator to get the deli meat.

I took my coat off slowly as I continued to deduce her.

I knew there was something more to her that wasn't completely obvious to others. I just couldn't put my finger on as to what it was.

Suddenly, Emily's mobile began to ring, but she made no move to answer it.

"Aren't you going to answer that?" John asked.

"Nope." Emily said, as she continued to make her sandwich.

Interesting, I thought, whatever the fight was about between her and her deducing friend must have been a big one. At least big enough to have her be angry at him and not want to talk to him.

Which meant it was his fault.

Emily looked at John as he made two sandwiches. One obviously for me, despite the fact I wasn't going to eat it.

"He's not going to eat it." Emily said as she put the finishing touches on her sandwich.

John and I stopped moving and stared at her.

Emily looked at John's surprised look.

"It's true. He's not going to eat it." Emily said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Why bother making it?"

As Emily cut her sandwich, John looked at me. The word 'How' was written everywhere on his face.

And to be honest, I was wondering how also.

"How did you know that?" John asked, looking back at her.

"The question you should be asking," Emily began, picking up her plate and looking at him. "Is why you keep doing it?"

Emily then walked away from John and sat back down in my chair.

She's irritated, I deduced, Because of not being able to see her friend again, and because her deducing one was not being honest. When she asked John that question, she was also asking herself it, and now wonders if her answer was the same as John's. And all because of that, she's feeling sympathetic towards John and thinks in a way her deducing friend and me share some similar traits.

"I appreciate John." I said.

I heard a clank from the kitchen and knew John dropped his knife out of shock.

Emily looked at me.

"He's my blogger." I said. "My colleague….My friend."

Emily's face softened a little. And I could tell she knew just how important John was to me.

"If your deducing friend is anything like me, which to be honest I highly doubt it, but if he doesn't know what kind of a friend he has in you, then you're better off without him." I said.

Emily and I stared at each other.

"And once you pick up your jaw off the floor, John, I would love for you to give me the sandwich." I said still looking at Emily. "I think I'll eat it after all."

I then walked over to the coat rack, hung up my coat, walked over to the couch and sat down. Looking back at Emily once again.

She wasn't a bad person. And when I find out who her deducing friend is, I will make sure he treats her better.

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(Later)

Emily left the flat a quarter to nine.

And that's when the questions began.

"How did she know you hardly eat?" John asked from his chair.

"I don't know." I said.

"Why wasn't she surprised about the body parts in the refrigerator?" He asked.

"I don't know." I repeated.

"How do you not know?" John asked in disbelief.

"I don't know!" I said, frustrated, standing up and began to pace. "I don't know how she knows, but she knows."

It was silent for a moment.

"Did you mean what you said to her?" I heard John ask.

I stopped pacing and looked at him confused.

I then saw what he meant.

"Of course I did, John." I said. "I meant every word."

John smiled a little. He was glad I appreciated him.

"Emily feels like her deducing friend doesn't appreciate her sometimes." I said, quickly changing the subject slightly.

"Explains why she asked that question." John said.

I nodded.

"But why did you say that to her?" He asked. "That you appreciate me?"

"Because she thought me and her friend shared some similar traits." I said, thinking back to when I deduced that. "She felt sympathetic towards you. Thinking maybe I didn't appreciate you."

"Which is why you told her she deserved better if her friend didn't realize what a good friend she was." John said. Then he smiled. "You went sentiment on her."

I scowled and rolled my eyes.

"John, I just stated the truth, there was no sentiment involved." I dismissed, walking back over to the couch.

"You lying arse." I heard John say as I lied down. "What you said came from feelings and you know it."

Ignoring him, I got into my thinking pose and closed my eyes.

"You know I'm right, Sherlock." I heard John say.

You're not right, John, I thought. The heart and feelings is something I don't use…..It's something I haven't used in a long time.

"Once again, John, you're mixing feelings with facts." I said in a bored tone. "I really wish you would stop doing that. All it does is make you less intelligent."

I felt him narrow his eyes at me.