Dectective Inspecter Greg Lestrade knew he would get flack from his team for ringing Sherlock. But he was stumped. A body had been found on the shore of the Thames, gun shot to the back of the head and knife in the back, no identity and nothing in his pockets. He had never seen this bloke before, prints werent coming back with anything and he honestly had no idea how or why a overweight but relatively healthy man would show up dead in his city.

Expecting the abruptness of Sherlock hanging up, this was his usual thing but he would be here soon, surely this was at least a 5 on his weird excitment scale. Greg thought Sherlock seemed slightly distracted, he could hear muttering in the background but couldnt hear what was being said. He turned back to his team, Anderson was on forensics and he needed to make sure he didnt mess up too badly or Sherlock would refuse to help them.

' Is the freak coming then?' Lestarde sighed, Sally Donovan his right hand man and well on her way to making inspector soon hated Sherlock with a passion. She called him a heartless freak and despite being proven wrong that he didnt fabricate cases and even going so far as to him pretending to commit suicide to save himself and 3 others, she still hated him.

' He'll be here soon.'

Sherlock reached out for Sophie again, not knowing how to comfort her but knowing he needed to get to the crime scene. He pulled her along to a cab on the main road, gently pushed her inside and snapped off an address to the driver.

'Hes dead isnt he?' He looked at her, she was no longer shaking but she was quite pale. He nodded, and she closed her eyes and then stared out the window. Despite what he did to her hes been in her life for 8 years, its bound to have an affect on her. Sitting in silence they travelled to the scene. Neither noticing he was still holding her hand and softly stroking her knuckles.

Once they arrived Sherlock shot out of the cab leaving Sophie behind, strode quickly along the shore and ducked under the yellow tape, ignoring Sallys sneer as he walked past. He strode straight up to the body of the man he saw last night and took in the surrounding area.

Meanwhile Sophie followed at a slow pace, getting to the tape she went to duck under only to be stopped by a police officer,

' Sorry sweeheart, you cant come this way, head back to the main road will you.'

'Oh no, Im actually with him' Sophie said, pointing towards Sherlock. The officer scoffed.

'Yeah and Im the queen of England, The freak doesn't have friends, especially those who are a girl. Move along or I'll have you arrested for obstruction of an investigation.' Sophie huffed, how dare she talk to a member of the public like that! Before she could reprimand her bedside manner Sherlock appeared beside them, holding up the tape and putting an arm round her waist he led her towards the body. Turning back she saw the gobsmacked face of the officer and smirked at the woman.

'Oi, Freak! wait just a minute, she cant go back there!' Sally was fuming, she was was a Sergeant dammit. He couldnt just walk all over her! And who the hell even is this woman? Surely she isnt his girlfriend, the Freak doesnt have a heart let alone a sex drive! Stalking after them, she decided she would see what Greg said. Surely he wouldnt allow this.

' Detective Inspector Lestrade,' Greg introduced, shaking the young womans hand, he was curious as to who she was and why Sherlock was adament to let her on the crime scene.

'Sophie Taylor, nice to meet you, though better circumstances would have been nicer.' She had a soft voice and he coulds tell she was holding back her emotions. She kept staring at the body. Maybe she had never seen sonebody dead before, though now he thought about it her name seemed familiar.

'Its definetly him?' Greg startled as Sherlock directed the question at her. Surely she wouldn't know the victim? How the hell did he find her so quickly? he hadnt even described what the victim looked like on the phone!

Sophie looked at the body, knelt down and went to turn him over when Sherlock put his hand out to stop her. Snapping out some gloves he rolled the man so he was face up. Sophie took a breathe she wanted to be sick. She stood up, nodded at Sherlock and walked towards the shore. Sherlock watched her go, feeling uneasy.

'37 year old male by the name of Fabien Bellows, gang leader and potential trafficker. Last seen alive by myself at 9pm last night when he visted my house with Sophie and a case. Sophie ended up staying the night and my homeless network informed me of the murder just before you called.Get the body to Molly and meet me back at the station.'

And with that he walked away from a spluttering Greg, wrapped his arm round a trembling Sophie and walked back to the cab waiting on the main road.

Greg and Sally looed at each other in shock? Sherlock Holmes caring for another human besides John Watson? Hell was freezing over. Shrugging it off they got back to work. Greg slipping away sometime later to go and meet Sherlock.

Sophie had cried in the cab, whether from relief or sadness Sherlock didnt know. It was a long drive to the police station and eventually she had cried herself to sleep. Feeling uncomfortable but not knowing what else to do with her, He lifted her into his arms, ignoring the thoughts of how she fit perfectly in them, walked to Lestrades office and placed her on the couch in the corner. Covering her with an afghan he knew Greg kept for times he slept in the office he sat in one of the wooden chairs, sent a text off to his brother and watched her sleep. He was confused, and cross. He didnt understand these feels of care that were swirling in his stomach. He didnt want her to be upset, he wanted to see that cheeky smirk he glimpsed this morning. Feeling irritated he started pacing. Waiting for the Inspector to arrive.

Greg Lestrade knew Sherlock Holmes was a great man, and if he tried hard enough he may even be a good one. He'd known Sherlock for about 10 years after he pulled him out of a drug house in south london. Hed been the one to help Mycroft get his brother on the straight and narrow. Giving him cases to help solve and stay away from the hard stuff. Only four times in those 10 hears had he seem Sherlock actually care about another human being. The first being when his brother had been involved in a shooting at his office, despite the obvious tension and supposed hate between the two Greg knew they cared for each other, Sherlock had raced to the scene, not stopping until he had seen his brother in the flesh with nothing just a scratch on his umbrella. The second, being Irene Addler, or The Woman, as she was also known as. She was the first time he had ever seen Sherlock interested in the opposite sex. Not that it lasted long and it appeared it was just for a case but he had a feeling there had been something there. The third was that horrible time when he faked a suicide to save himself, John, Mrs Hudson and Molly. Greg shook his head, he would always be gratful to the man that stood up to the worldwide hate in order to save him.

And then finally last year when he had returned from the dead to find John kidnapped and placed into the town bonfire. He didnt think he had ever seen Sherlock run so fast as to get him out, not caring about the flames.

But this, This was different, As he stood in his office watching Sherlock pace back and forth and throwing glances at the sleeping young woman on his couch, he knew something had changed. Something had rattled the young man completely and he hazard a guess that it was the girl.

'Sherlock, sit down youre giving me a headache.'He was shot a glare but Sherlock sat down anyway, shifting the chair so he could keep the woman in his sight. Greg watched, fascinated.

'Who is she?'

'Sophie Taylor.' There it was again, He knew he had heard the name but he couldnt think where. Something back fron his probie days, a case maybe? High profile he would guess if the name stuck with him. He gasped! The Mayor, the assasination, the kidnap! Its her!'Would you care to explain why you have a missing person of 8 years in my office asleep on my couch and why she stayed the night at yours?' Greg sighed and put his head in his hands this was going to require alot of paperwork.

'Well shes hardly missing anymore if shes right there now is she. Our victim brought her to my house with a case last night asking me to find his blueprints. Upon realising that it had been Sophie who stole and disposed of them I knew I had to get him to leave her with me, Ergo she stayed the night at mine and has now offcially become my new roommate as of three hours ago. Dont worry about the paperwork, Mycroft is sorting it. He will also be taking the body under MI5 and you will no longer have the case.' Gregs mouth hung open, Sherlock hadnt taken his eyes from the sleeping woman and he sounded so sure of himself!'

'Now wait just a minute ,you cant just take the case away, this would be the biggest scandel having found the dead Mayors missing daughter!' Just then Mycroft and Anthea walked in with a fuming Sally Donovan.

'Im afraid I have every right to take this case Detective Inspector and I expect to do so immediately.' Greg knew he couldnt go against Mycroft. He could have him shipped out to Beumda on the next flight if he tried. Handing over the case file Mycroft smirked at both him and Sally and turned to Sherlock.

' Get her home and get her to bed, she still has a fever and will most likely sleep until morning.'

'Thanks for that uselss piece of information that I already knew Mycroft' But he nodded, picked up the sleeping woman and stalked out of the office with a nod to Greg and Anthea and blatantly ignoring sally and Mycroft.