My dear readers. I must inform you that I have made some changes in the previous chapters to correctly portray the characters, correct grammatical and spelling errors, and to change the story line as well. Since I had not visited this piece in quite a while, my idea of the direction of it has changed, and I must encourage you to all re-read this story unless you just began.
Again, I apologize for my extended break. I have been quite busy with school, family, and close friends. I hope you enjoy this story and the new direction it is taking!
Sherlock smirked at John, and he nodded, understanding what he needed to do.
"Uh, Ma'am, if you would follow me down this hall, I can show you a room you can stay in for a while." John lightly wraps his arm around Caitlin's shoulder in a way to guide her towards the hall, but she quickly smacks it away, glaring at him.
"What makes you think I'm going to follow you back there? I don't know who the hell you are, or what your intentions might be, just let me go!"
John leaned over and whispered something into Caitlin's ear that seemed to soften her, yet still left her on guard. She allowed John to lead her out of the room and into Sherlock's room.
"I promise you, we will keep you safe just as long as you stay in here. We're the good guys," John states, half trying to assure himself of this. "We won't hurt you, we just want to find out the truth. Now, just stay here. I'll be back in just a few minutes. Alright?" Caitlin nods her head, making John smile softly. "Good."
Caitlin began to take in the room as John makes downstairs to meet back up with his companion. "So, Sherlock…what the hell was that about? You scared that poor woman half to death!" he shouted, balling his hands into fists into fists before relaxing them in the attempts to calm himself. "What were you thinking? It's obvious she's had-"
"Trauma. Recently I might add. Something to do with the events that happened the night of the murder…"
"Wha-Murder? What murder?"
"Shut up. I'm thinking." He says, waving his hand absently towards John before placing them together and gently against his lips. "She's obvious nervous, probably about being found out, for what though? Her actions state that she isn't a compulsive liar, but one who was forced to lie for an extended period of time. Judging from the scar under her eye, as well as her reactions to fast or sudden movements all indicate that she was beaten at some point indicating either abusive parents or partner. The bags under her eyes and the yellowed bruises indicate the latter as they have not fully healed yet, but the lack of fresh bruises indicate that the abuse has stopped for a while." He hands John a file reading 'Caitlin Marie Winters Fairground' with stacks of papers including pictures of her and a tall blonde man. "Her husband, Andrew Fairground recently died in a drunk driving incident where he ran himself into a tree, killing him instantly."
