Hello once again my lovely readers I hope you are well.:) If I am honest I'm quite proud of this chapter! As always enjoy and review! XD

Now I need you to help me. So far the hardest part of planning this story has been the cases and I've run out of ideas 0.0 . If you can think of a case you wouldn't mind me using, please tell me what the crime was, how it was committed and ill try and put it in the story. Honestly I would be very grateful :D

See you later!

Elsa was sitting in her new flat,the dark grey walls making it feel more like a prison than her home. All that was on her mind was the night before,the first 5 minuets were fine, she was almost beginning to enjoy sitting with the detective, helping him to solve the case in whatever way she could. But just like that, he changed. His smile was gone and his tone of voice changed from kind to icy cold in seconds. Elsa was confused,but more than that she was upset. Maybe the guys at Scotland Yard were right. Maybe he was just a sociopath.

Sherlock sat in his chair,his head in his hands,muttering to him self and not making much sense to his flatmate. He had been like this since John had returned from shopping the night before. He hadn't moved from that spot in almost 5 hours. Once again the detective was acting strange,but now it was worse. Much worse.

"No, no, no..."The detective was fighting with himself inside of his mind. And currently he was losing.

"Sherlock."John said trying to make Sherlock look up

"It doesn't make sense..."

"Sherlock..."

"WHAT!"The detective looked up,his eyes red and wild, making John take a step back."What John. What's so important this time."His hair, which was usually a fairly neat, was sticking out at different strange angles. Never, not even when HE was around had John seen his friend like this.

"Sherlock you've been like this for days, just getting worse. Now tell me what's wrong. Quite frankly I'm worried for your health."

"There's nothing wrong with me."

"Look at yourself in the mirror and try telling me that again."

The detective did as he was told and was shocked by the face staring back at him. He looked like an addict, and given his past the thought scared him. His blue bed clothes and robe,too big for his stick thin figure, didn't help. He hoped his brother didn't see him like this, Mycroft was always one to jump to conclusions.

"I'm fine just under a lot of stress." Well at lest that was partly true.

"What stress! You have practically solved the case!"

"What if its not to do with the case..."It was only a whisper but in the otherwise silent room he may have well shouted.

"What do you mean not to do with the case."

"Nothing"

"No, not nothing Sherlock. This is messing with your head and its making you ill." John looked him in the eyes, making his friend turn his head like a child who had just been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. The doctor thought back to the day when Sherlock had stared acting strangely. They had been on a case, nothing out of the ordinary, but when they came home Sherlock was,well like he was now. John was sure it hit him. Of course.

"This is to do with Elsa isn't it."

"Wh-what no..no why would you think that."Once again the blood began to rush to Sherlock face,but this time he couldn't hide.

You like her don't you?"John couldn't help but smile

"I've always been able to keep my distance. Detach myself from feelings, but this time is different John, I cant do it. I don't know why and I'm frightened."

"It's ok Sherlo-"

"IT'S NOT OK!"The detective looked like he was about to bust into tears."Caring is not an advantage in my line of work, and if I care I'm putting others in danger. I don't want to that to happen."

John looked into his best friends eyes and what as there worried him.

It was fear

Sherlock Holmes was scared. And badly.