John got back to 221B round nine the next morning. As he entered the flat he found a pacing Sherlock but no Anna, John found out from Elora that Anna was working on call for a week.

"Where's Anna?" John asked.

"Sleeping," Came Sherlock's blunt reply.

"Ok" John turned and noticed the Cluedo bored nailed to the wall "Uh why is the Cluedo board on the wall?" John didn't even know Sherlock owned such a knife. It defiantly wasn't a normal kitchen knife. He decided now wasn't the best time to talk about it.

"Anna," Sherlock gave another blunt reply. "Must you also ask such dull questions?" Sherlock struck a melodramatic pose as he flopped gracefully onto the sofa.

John sighed. John sighs a lot around Sherlock. He walked towards the kitchen picking up a jug and filling it with cold water and head towards Anna room. Sherlock was still going through his mind. He kissed Anna, how could he? This of might of ruined his rather unusual friendship with her. He was brought out of his thoughts when he heard a scream.

"WHAT THE HELL!" Anna's voice shouted.

John dashed out of Anna room back in the lounge Anna was close on his tale. Her hair was soaked along with her top.

"Anna, please think about your actions" John said.

"You poured cold water over me!" Anna snapped.

"I've gotten you back" John smirked "Have you forgotten the phone incident?" John defended himself.

"That was weeks ago!" Anna said.

"Exactly, so you didn't expect it"

"True, but I'm a trained Killer"

"So am I" John said.

"You're a Doctor"

"Army Doctor. I have my bad days"

Anna laughed when she heard that, she turned round to go and get changed for the day. John loved Anna, she was fun, and always there for him through thick and thin. He knew she left because of her parents death, John smiled. He was planning a little something for her birthday. John shifted his gaze to Sherlock who was had started to pace again.

"What bothering you?"

"Nothing" Sherlock lied

"Got a case?"

"No" he answered irritably, "There you go again with the stupid questions" he said whilst jumping on to his arm chair for no apparent reason and laying across it like a giant starfish.

Xxx

Anna smiled as she went shopping it was the happiest she ever been in years she didn't know if was the fact Sherlock kissed her or that her friendship was stronger than ever with John. Anna picked up some pasta as that was the only thing Sherlock could cook without blowing it up or setting it on fire.

Anna moved to the check out to buy the shopping. The kiss was still playing on her mind, did Sherlock like her, or was she just one of his experiments? Anna left the supermarket with the shopping, she started the walk home she didn't see what was wrong with walking it was relaxing. However, Sherlock and Mycroft seemed to have an aversion to it.

Xxx

By the time John had left to work Sherlock was on his third cigarette. He was still thinking about what to say to Anna. Was it possible that he had feelings for her? He couldn't. No, that wasn't quite true. He just shouldn't. Sherlock sighed and decided that they needed to talk about it.

Sherlock smiled, he actually liked the kiss. He felt that there was something between them. Ugh feelings. He shook it off then turned and noticed Anna standing there with a smile with another man.

He's well built but his fingers are far more developed and had more muscle than the rest of his body, He types very regularly and has a lot of experience - computer hacker.

"Is he alright?" the man spoke.

"Yes Regan, he's fine. He's just a bit weird" Anna said cheekily when taking Regan's coat off him. She then raised an eyebrow at the ash Sherlock was dropping on the carpet. Sherlock would clean it up eventually, he may be messy, but he was at least clean. She wasn't going to admit to him that she liked the smell of smoke.

"Before you ask I picked up milk. We go through a hell of a lot" Anna said.

Sherlock just ingnored her and carried on pacing. Anna left him to it and left to pack away the shopping. Regan followed and took out his phone.

"Boss?" Anna asked.

"Yes, you have a new assignment Anna. Are you alright? I haven't heard from you in a while"

"I'm fine thanks, just busy. You know what its like" Anna said.

Anna smiled. As she turned around she noticed a small parcel. Anna frowned. She wasn't one to receive mail apart from the occasional letter from John, bills and bank statements. Nothing came for her. She picked it up and looked at it closely before turning to open it.

John walked into the flat with Elora. He saw Sherlock who was now looking out of the window plucking his violin. The flat smelt like Berkeley cigarettes.

Anna's heart stopped. A small sob left her lips as she dropped the parcel, spilling it contents. John heard the commotion and went to see what happen. He saw Regan looking at a Shaking Anna he turned and looked at her.

"Anna?" John said he then looked down and saw photos.

"I, he" Anna mumbled.

John brought her to his chest and let her cry. He looked down at the pictures seeing what scared Anna. They were pictures of a house – her house- on fire, along with crime scene photos. He rubbed her back as her sobbing shook her body. Elora walked in and looked at the scene. Regan was looking between the two.

"You should leave" John said to Regan "Let her calm down"

Regan nodded and left. Elora walked forward and picked up the photos and placed them on the table she then turned to John and gave him a smile that didn't reach her eyes. Sherlock turned hearing Anna crying. He walked into the kitchen and looked at John who was holding Anna against himself. She was gripping on to him arms flung around him tightly.

"Why bring it up?" She sobbed

"Shut up, I'm trying to think and it's hard with all this noise"

"Sherlock! Stop being such an inconsiderate arse, shut up and look at the table" John said still hugging Anna.

Elora put the kettle on.

Sherlock had of course already noticed the pictures. He turned and looked at the photos on the table. He looked at them, flipping through them one by one. He stopped and looked at the scene. He turned away from them.

"What happened that night?" Sherlock asked "Anna I need to know"

"Sherlock" John warned Anna was now gripping him so tightly he was sure he was going to bruise.

"Sherlock you might want to do this later" Elora said before adding sugar to the tea.

"Anna, I need you to tell me what happened. Why weren't you there?" Sherlock asked.

"Why should you care? All you care is about yourself!" Anna shouted tears still streaming down her face. Finally letting go of John "They died they're gone. I was with John"

"Where were you and John?" Sherlock asked holding her upper arms

"Get off me" Anna shouted shaking Sherlock off her.

Sherlock watched as Anna made her way to the door not grabbing her coat just walking on to the streets.

"Nice Sherlock. Nice" John murmured sarcastically.

Xxx

Anna stopped and looked around. She ran to the graveyard. It had been four years since she'd been here. This she why she'd moved to Wales. She'd tried to escape. She looked at the graves of her family and felt her heart break. She felt completely alone in the world.

"Miss them, do you?" A smooth Irish voice said.

Anna turned around and reached for her gun but it was grabbed from her before she struggled in her attackers grip.

"Calm down little Anna, Everything is alright" Moriarty chuckled "Sleep now"