Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock or any of its characters. They belong to BBC/ whoever else owns it also do not own the idea I got from the show Merlin. I only own Krista, the cases (I make them up, if there's something like it out there I'm not copying I swear.) and other OCs.

Little rushed in the beginning I know sorry.

Krista's POV

The next morning Sherlock, John and I went down the road from the Dunham's house to the place where they buy their Syrup. Sherlock knocked on the door and a few moments later a young man, about mid-twenties, answered the door.

"Hello? How can I help you?"

"Hello, Mrs. Dunham told us you make your own syrup."

"Yep. We and my brother make our own."

"What kind of hallucinogen do you put in it?" The man looked from John and I back to Sherlock.

"What are you talking about?"

"There is a hallucinogen in the syrup that has been affecting Mr. and Mrs. Dunham. There's no point in denying it. There are multiple signs telling me you know what you've been doing."

"Okay listen, we were just testing it for this years Haunted House competition. Once we perfected how long it lasted we were going to stop."

"Why did you test it on them?" I asked. "They're not exactly the youngest people; I could tell the mad has a heart problem. If he had had a heart attack because of the hallucinogen you would've been in big trouble."

"We didn't mean any actual harm."

"You also broke into their house to make noises. I'm assuming it was your brother that trapped me and Krista in the closet last night." The man gave him a puzzled look.

"I should tell the cops on you for breaking and entering." John threatens.

"We'll stop. Please don't tell the cops. We'll get rid of everything."

"John, you and Krista go back to the house and help Mr. and Mrs. Dunham get rid of all the syrup they have. I'll help here." Sherlock says. We nod and leave Sherlock and the man to get rid of everything.

John and I went back to the Dunhams and explained everything then helped them get rid of all the syrup they still had in the house.

We said goodbye to the Dunham's after they thanked us. Soon we were back on the train on our way home to Baker Street.

3rd person

The train ride home was a long one. Since Krista didn't get much sleep during the case she fell asleep on the train ride. Since she was sitting next to Sherlock she fell against his shoulder.

John looked up when Krista suddenly fell against Sherlock. Sherlock visibly tensed and sat up straighter. John couldn't help but snicker at them. Sherlock gave John a look; narrowing his eyebrows at him.

"Don't move; you'll wake her." John whispered. "She didn't get much sleep, what with the nightmares and that bloody syrup." Sherlock seemed to be pouting like a child who was told what to do. John only rolled his eyes at the younger man before looking out the window to watch the scenery pass by.

Sherlock glance down at the sleeping woman who was leaning on his shoulder. He resisted the urge to just move away and looked out the window as well. Sherlock thought back to when he and Krista were trapped in the closet. He had, for a reason unknown to even him, held Krista. Perhaps it was because he didn't like seeing the scared look in her eyes. Or it could have been so she would stop complaining. Whatever the reason it bothered him; and he did not like it one bit.

Krista's POV

After about an hour I was woken up by someone gently shaking my shoulder. As I woke up I realized I was leaning against something warm and soft. I took a deep breath and inhaled the most intoxicating scent.

"Krista." I froze hearing Sherlock's deep voice so close to me. I opened my eyes and looked up. My eyes widened and I quickly sat up and away from him.

"H-How long was I asleep?"

"The whole ride." John said from across from us. He was smirking at my reaction.

"We'll be home soon." Sherlock said. I nod and felt my cheeks heat up. John noticed and started snickering. I shot him a look and he only smirked more.

We got back to the flat in about 15 minutes after getting off the train. Sherlock and John went upstairs while I went down to my flat to take a nice, long, and well-deserved shower. Afterwards I went up to their flat to find John sitting at the table in the living room on his laptop.

"Where's Sherlock." I asked sitting down on the couch.

"He left just a few minutes ago; he got a call for a case."

"And didn't bring us?" I asked crossing my legs.

"He said it sounded like it wouldn't take long." John said shrugging.

"Whacha typing?" I asked leaning forward slightly.

"Blog."

"Neat. You write about our 'adventures'?"

"I write about my life; so naturally I would write about what we do."

"You mention me at all?"

"Of course." I stand up and walk over to stand behind me. "I mention you as much as I mention Sherlock."

"All good things I hope." I say putting a hand on his shoulder and looking over at what he was writing. "Does Sherlock read this?"

"I'm not sure. He might although I doubt he would when he has 'more important' things to do."

"Did he say what this case was?"

"Only that it was from some Russian guy who's in prison.."

"Wow, sounds.. interesting." I say sitting back on the couch.

Later that evening I was down in my flat cleaning up and doing laundry and such. Sherlock had gotten home about 15 before, but since I had my headphones on I didn't hear him come in. John also apparently left and I didn't know he came come until I heard four gunshots. I quickly took off my headset, putting them on my bed, before running upstairs. I saw John running up the stairs into their flat.

"What the hell are you doing?" He shouted removing his fingers from his ears. I came in behind him and saw Sherlock sitting in his chair, his legs extended and crossed at the ankles, holding a gun. He was in pajamas with his blue robe on.

"Bored." He said quietly not looking at us.

"What?" John asked leaning forward.

"Bored!" Sherlock said louder standing up.

"No.." John said quickly covering his ears as Sherlock raised the gun towards a yellow smiley face on the wall. I also plugged my ears. He fired once into the wall.

"Bored." He put his arm behind his back and fired again. "Bored!" He shook out his hand and John went and took the gun away from him; unloading it. Sherlock began to walk over to the couch. "I don't know what's got into the criminal classes." John walked over to the desk and put the gun away. "It's a good job I'm not one of them."

"So you take it out on the wall?" John asked. I walked over to the table and picked up the can of yellow spray paint.

"Mrs. Hudson won't be happy, painting and shooting up her walls."

"Oh the wall had it coming." He say flicking a piece of the wall. He whipped his robe around him and plopped onto the couch.

"What about that Russian case?" John said taking off his coat. Sherlock moved up on the couch.

"Belarus- open and shut domestic murder. Not worth my time."

"Oh shame." John said walking into the kitchen. Apparently while he was gone Sherlock had made quite a mess of his science things on the table for John stopped suddenly and raised his arms. I smiled and held in a chuckle. "Anything in?" He called to him. "I'm starving." I heard him open the fridge then closed it again. "Oh…!" I walked into the kitchen archway and saw John open the fridge again, look at the head inside then close it again. "There's a head." He whispered. I had forgotten about that, since I had found out about the head I had assumed John knew it was there too. Now that I think about it we weren't really here that much so John never had time to find out. We had a bunch of cases that sort of kept him from opening the fridge. "A severed head." He said louder turning towards the living room.

"Just tea for me, thanks." Sherlock said calmly.

"There's a head in the fridge."

"Yes?" Sherlock said as if saying 'what about it?'

"A bloody head!" He said walking into the living room past me.

"Where else was I supposed to put it? You don't mind, do you?"

"Well…"

"I got it from Barts morgue." He inhaled sharply. "I'm measuring the coagulation of saliva after death."

"You really should have warned him about that." I said sitting down in John's chair. He looked down to me.

"You knew?" He asked with a surprised look on his face.

"Yeah, found out while you went to get pizza that one time.

"And you didn't tell me?"

"I figured Sherlock would eventually. Sorry." He sighed.

"I see you've written up that taxi driver case." Sherlock said

"Yeah..yes." John said walking over to in Sherlock's chair.

"'A Study In Pink'- nice."

"Well, you know, pink lady, pink case, pink phone- there was a lot of pink."

"I should really read that blog of yours." I said quietly almost to myself.

"Did you like it?" John asked Sherlock, who was now looking at a book that was on the table.

"Um.." He dragged out the word. "No."

"Why not? I thought you'd be flattered."

"Flattered?" Sherlock said putting down the book.

"'Sherlock sees through everything and everyone in seconds. What's incredible thought is how spectacularly ignorant he is about somethings.'" Sherlock quoted. I suppressed a small smile at the face Sherlock had on.

"-Now hang on a minute, I didn't mean it like th.."

"Oh you meant spectacularly ignorant in a nice way? Look, it doesn't matter to me who's prime minister or who's sleeping with who.."

"Or that the earth goes around the sun." John said.

"Oh God, that again." Sherlock muttered. "It's not important."

"Not important?" John shifted in his chair. "It's primary school stuff. How could you not know that?" Sherlock rubbed the heels of his hands against his eyes.

"Well, if I've ever did, I've deleted it."

"Deleted it?" Sherlock sat up and put the book he was holding on the table.

"Listen, this" He said point to his head "is my hard drive and it only makes sense to put thing in there that are useful, really useful." He waved his hand as if dismissing an idea. "Ordinary people fill their heads with all kinds of rubbish and that makes it hard to get at the tuff that matters. Do you see?" He asked looking to John who was quiet for a moment.

"But it's the solar system." Sherlock groaned

"Oh hell, what does that matter? So we go around the sun! If we went around the moon or round and round the garden like a teddy bear, it wouldn't make any difference." I couldn't help but let out a small laugh. "All that matters to me is the work. Without that my brain rots." He said rubbing his head with both hands. "Put that in your blog. Or better still, stop inflicting our opinions on the world." He said before turning over and curling into a 'ball' on the couch, facing the wall. John glanced at me and I shrugged and gave him a small smile. The sound of the front door opening indicated Mrs. Hudson was home. John suddenly got up and walked across the room. Hearing him, Sherlock turned to look at him. "Where are you going?"

"Out." He said pulling on his coat. "I need some air." He walked out. "Excuse me. Sorry." I heard him say as he apparently bumped into Mrs. Hudson.

"I'm sorry, love." I heard her say with a small laugh. She walked over to the open door and knocked. "hoo hoo." She looked over at me and I smiled giving a small way. She smiled back before looking to Sherlock who had stretched out. "You two had a little domestic?" She asked walking into the kitchen. Sherlock got up and stepped on and over the table.

"Sherlock, don't step on the table." I scolded. He glanced at me before walking over to the window. I head Mrs. Hudson putting some bags down. I got up and went into the kitchen to help her put a few things away.

"It's a bit nippy out there. He should have wrapped himself up a bit more." I saw Sherlock pull back the curtain and look out at what I assumed to be John.

"Look at that." Sherlock said. "Quiet, calm, peaceful." He was silent for a second. "Isn't it hateful?" I rolled my eyes at him.

"Oh, I'm sure something will come up, Sherlock." Mrs. Hudson said. "A nice murder, that'll cheer you up." She said leaving the kitchen. I followed after her stopping in the middle of the room.

"Can't come too soon." He said quietly. Just then she noticed the wall. I bit my lip to hold back a smile.

"Hey, what have you done to my bloody wall? I'm putting this on your rent young man."

"Told you she'd be mad." I said. Sherlock smiled. I rolled my eyes at him. He turned to me and sighed when suddenly and explosion made the windows blow in and sent Sherlock and me flying to the floor.

Next chapter starts The Great Game (basically I'll be going by the episode adding in Krista and other parts.) Sorry this took so long.

Also I KNOW REALLY short (the last 1500 words was all from the episode.) but I wanted to get this up. Next one will be better and Sherlock won't be SO ooc. It's really hard to write him cause I'm not a sociopath or a really smart person who would know what he would say.