Her eyes slowly opened to see a tall man looking down at her. He looked vaguely familiar, but she could not place where she recognized him from. This man with dark, curly hair was staring at her intensely, as if trying to solve a mystery. She looked away from his death glare and noticed something interesting next to the door. The blue scarf. Everything clicked in her head and she sat up suddenly and ran towards the door, which turned out to be locked. A single, eerily amused laugh reached her ears, and she turned around to see him smirking in her direction.

"You don't really believe I'm so much of an idiot that I would leave the door unlocked?" He said in a surprising, baritone voice that seemed to reverberate around the room. He seemed to notice her eyeing the window, and this seemed to amuse him even more. "And don't even try the window. Honestly, I'm not a simpleton."

She rushed towards the window anyways, but before she made it halfway across the room, her wrist was caught in an iron grip. She gasped in pain and turned towards the man with fire in her eyes, trying not to show her fear. She attempted to yank her wrist away from him, but only succeeded in creating more pain for herself.

"Ms. Winters, I do not believe we have been properly introduced. My name is Sherlock Holmes. I'm a consulting detective." As soon as the words left his mouth, her eyes widened and she began to feel faint. "And you are Miss Caitlin Winters, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Taylor Winters, and widow of the late Andrew Fairground, are you not?" he asked, raising his eyebrow at her, daring her to do something rash.

She frowned as she realized how he was right about all of the information he said, and couldn't help but gasp. Her legs seemed to collapse beneath her, and she began to feel faint. Just as she felt the air begin to rush by her head, she was caught mid-fall by Sherlock. She looked up at him in surprise just as the lock turned behind them at the door, and a man stepped into the room.

"Sherlock, I wasn't expecting you to be home just yet. Or with a girlfriend for that matter." He looked towards me. "Um…Hello?"

"Close the door, John! Now!" Sherlock half shouted as I leapt out of his arms and ran for the door.