Sorry, sort of a little filler chapter.
John arrived home to find a sleeping Margaret on the couch and Sherlock reading in his chair. He walked up to Sherlock.
"What the hell?" He whispered, Sherlock looked up from his book.
"She needs a place to stay; I told her she can stay here." He said. John looked at him in disbelief. It was unlike Sherlock to even show emotion towards anything or anyone. He was the last person that John would think to help someone. But John just nodded and went into his room, knowing Sherlock had a reason for everything.
Margaret crashed out, she's needed sleep. The couch wasn't the most comfy thing in the world but it was much better than tree roots and dirt. She didn't wake up till around ten in the morning. She woke up to the bright sun in her eyes. She sat up and sniffed the air, scrunching her nose. Was it her? She quickly went and hopped in the shower. She put on her newer clothes. They were still all dingy. She didn't see Sherlock or John anywhere, but she did find a note.
Margaret, There's a new case that we're investigating. There's money on the table. You can do what you want with it... or, you can come and solve this with us. Text me. -SH
It wasn't just a note, it was an invitation. On the table next to the note was a small phone that already had Sherlock's number in it. She smiled a small smile. She didn't take the money. She took a twenty from her own wad of cash and stuck it with the other amount. Just a little thanks from her to Sherlock. She walked down the stairs and went to the shops. She purchased practically a whole new wardrobe and got a new bag. She also purchased some makeup, a category she wasn't the best on, and she got a new haircut. She got a few new layers in her dark brown long hair and added a slight red color that was only noticeable in the sun.
She returned to the flat and changed into her new stuff. She tried putting makeup on, but it was all dark and it irritated her eyes. She washed it off and only put a small amount on. For the first time, she actually smiled in the mirror. She wore dark wash skinny jeans, cute boots, a white tank top, and a leather jacket. She liked her new look, she thought it suited her well. She smiled one last time and went over to the table and took the phone. It took her a few times to type in the letters but she finally managed to text Sherlock.
Where are you? -M
186 Cannon Ave. I'll pick you up. -SH
No, it' fine. I can walk. -M
It's a while away. I'm coming. Don't argue. -SH
Margaret sighed and put down the phone. She waited a while, not really doing anything. She looked in the mirror a few times however and asked herself what life was. What her life was. Sherlock came a little while later. She stood up and smiled at him. He looked at her with curiosity and concern. He then looked at the table where the money was left and the phone sat.
"Where did you get the money?" He asked, her smile faltered.
"I had some." She said, not wanting to say more. He looked at her questionably but decided to back off of it.
"Okay, come on." He said and opened the door wide for her so he could leave the room. He followed shortly behind. They went to the place where the scene of the crime was.