The flat was silent once more. It was hard to admit the men hadn't actually noticed Kitty's suspiciously long absence.

'She'll be home son' John had tried to calm the distressed Mrs Hudson. Knowing Kitty like he did, John assumed she'd probably got distracted by one thing or another.

After convincing Mrs Hudson to go to bed for an afternoon nap, Doctors orders, John collapsed into his armchair with a sigh and a grunt.

'How do you do that?' came the gruff voice.

'Do what?' John leaned back with another sigh.

'Know what to say'

Not really knowing what Sherlock was asking John just babbled, 'Just, try be nice'

'I'm always nice' came the sharp, haughty reply. Sherlock raised his violin and began to play. Each note was high, yet drawn out – like a woman crying – John thought as he rose and strolled over to his flatmates place at the window. The tune cam to an end, the final note faded away.

'You're composing again?' John innocently enquired, leaning over Sherlock's shoulder. His violin was still tucked under his chin.

'Yes'

John reached out and seized the sheet of scribbled notes off the stand.

'John, give that back' Sherlock snatched it out of Johns grip.

'The Lonely Soldier?' John turned a slight smile on his lips.

'Alright, don't get too excited' Sherlock placed the instrument down gingerly onto the desk. John noticed his cheeks were a hot pink and flushed.

Sherlock's phone buzzed. He leaned over his desk and grabbed his phone.

'Oh what a surprise,' he thought allowed,' Lestrade'

The text read '52 Buckingham Road, come quick'

Sherlock was about to ignore this when a second text appeared/

'They've left a little message for you. GL'

Sherlock grinned don at his phone, his heart lifted a bit. Adrenalin began to pump through him. He glided towards the door, wrapping his coat around him.

'Come along John'

Like a bewildered puppy John trotted behind him towards the awaiting cab.

...

The pair arrived at the house. Just a normal house, it seemed. The great detective strode up to Lestrade who stood anxiously on the pavement.

'Murder?' Sherlock didn't take his eyes off the building. Lestrade nodded and opened his mouth, Sherlock intervened,' who's on forensics?'

'Some newbie' shrugged Lestrade,' she's new'

'As long as she's not Anderson' was Sherlock's parting shot as he stormed into the house.

'Oh it's you, Freak'

'Ah Donovan, I've missed you'

'Anderson says you have another freak for a girlfriend,' he ignored the obvious insult,' or do you not have any friends?'

Sherlock knew what she was trying to do. Pushing past her, he walked into a large room. A man lay on the floor. No blood. He crouched at his side. No vomit. Just like the woman he was boring. He rose to his feet, his eyes caught something on the wall. Stepping back he took it all in. Those symbol, the ancient Chinese symbols sprayed in the familiar yellow paint. He quickly took a photo on his phone. He could never really work at the crime scene when there wasn't John around to impress. He looked over his shoulders, where was John?

John had become stuffy in the bustling house, he never liked crowds. He stood outside in the fresh cool air.

'Excuse me' came a squeaky nervous voice from behind him. John turned to see a group of girls, about 16 in age. All five of them wore various deerstalkers and were clutching notebooks to their chests. Another girl began to speak.

'Are you Doctor John Watson?' she could barely talk through the massive grin on her freckled face.

John rose a confused eyebrow,'Yes'

The girls chattered and giggled. Again a different girl was pushed forward from the group to talk. She opened her notebook.

'Erm, could you please sign this' Her hands shook as she handed a pen to the still confused John.

'What have I told you lot? For the last time LEAVE!' yelled Lestrade form the first floor window of the house. Like mice the girls dispersed running and giggling down the road. John was left dumbfounded, holding a pen. He notice one stop and turn around.

'THANK YOU JOHN' she yelled before one of the girls pulled her away.

John heard Lestrade groan,' Those were fans of yours Doctor,' he grinned before slamming the window.