Disclaimer: I only own Plummer, Lucia, the masked men and the windowless brown van. Nothing else. Also, I own the Sherlock, Joan and Kitty dolls, but not the actual characters

Kitty awoke to the sound of tyres screeching just outside her house. Curious, she hauled herself up off her chair and wandered over to the window. She saw a windowless brown van blocking the street and a bunch of masked men with big guns.

Kitty ducked just in time to avoid a bullet that smashed through her window. It took less than a second to deduce that these men were after her. Her training with Sherlock instantly kicked in. She stayed low and scooted away from windows and doors. She didn't know why, but she ran up the stairs.

Kitty quickly found Sherlock's safe room. How she knew he had a safe room, and where to find it, she didn't know. But what she did know is that she'd be safe there until the police arrived. The door closed behind her and she pressed herself up against the wall next to the door and flicked open her knife.

She could hear the men outside, still searching. Why they were after her, she didn't know. She had, however, been smart enough to open a window to make them think she'd escaped that way. She only hoped that they'd believe it. She also wished she could have her Sherlock doll with her to make her feel a bit better.

Kitty realised, as she stood there, that someone who were to meet her might think that she was obsessed with Sherlock. But, Kitty thought, people tend to be a bit obsessed about the ones they care about. But not in a bad way.

The men took Kitty's bait about climbing out the window and went after her. The other men went back to the front to block her path, only to be gunned down by Scotland Yard. The men who went out the back were also stopped by Scotland Yard. Once all the men were either dead or in cuffs, the police went through the house, searching for Kitty.

They eventually reached the room where Kitty was hiding. Kitty heard them and thought the men had come back. She gripped her knife tighter and looked around the safe room. There was only a bed in the corner, as well as a few thick books beside it. Typical Sherlock

"Kitty?" Plummer called out, as he had in every other room. "Kitty, you can come out now. It's safe!"

Upon hearing Plummer's voice, Kitty ve-e-e-e-ery slowly pushed open the door and emerged, still holding her knife. She was still apprehensive and refused to let down her guard until she was sure that it was Scotland Yard and not the masked men.

"Are you alright, Kitty?" Plummer asked when he saw her.

"I'm fine," Kitty almost snapped, but just managed to get a grip of her tone before responding. Just then, Lucia walked into the room, talking.

"We've already got an ID on one of the shooters, he is-"

She stopped short when she saw Kitty, and her surprise was obvious. Kitty's expression changed from indifference to surprise to guilt to shame and back to indifference in less than three seconds.

"Sarah-Jane!" she said, clearly in quite a bit of shock.

"Lucy," Kitty replied quietly, nodding slightly. She let her gaze drop to her shoes.

"Wait, what?" Plummer asked confused. "Do you two know each other? Is there something I'm missing? Why did you call her Sarah-Jane?"

"Lay off the questions, Plummer!" Lucia snapped and then toned it down. A moment's silence passed, with Kitty and Lucia just exchanging glances, before Kitty very roughly snapped shut her blade.

"Will someone please tell me what's going on?" Plummer pleaded with both ladies. Lucia sighed in annoyance and then turned to her senior.

"Yes, Plummer, I do know this woman," Lucia said. "She's my sister. And she has a whole lot of explaining to do. Wouldn't you agree, SJ?"

If looks could kill, Kitty would have murdered Lucia then and there.

Yeah, I know, short chapter. But I, much like Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs, find that most things are left better unsaid. :) That, and I was lacking words for this one. :) So, once again, I am sorry that it's so short, but I will write a longer one next time.