AN: I want to apologize on how long this took me to write this chapter, I have been working on this chapter so hard. It's in John's point of view and I didn't want to mess up. I want to write John well and I worry that I will mess it up somehow… Thank you all for being patient with me ^_^ So like I said this is Johns point of view I also think I need to clear something up before I start, this story starts between, The Blind Banker and The Great Game, a few months I think. I found a time line… Sadly I will be messing with it during this story… Sorry… ALSO I think I totally forgot to mention she is a Photographer. I feel stupid for not writing it somewhere because it comes up a LOT, also Sherlock will be a bit more affectionate with John, Mrs. Hudson, and later Samantha. Okay I think I covered everything. Other then my apology for my lack of British words, I'm American and I have a lack of knowing most of them. OKAY I'm done here is your story ^_^ ALSO I edited chapter one a little bit, I noticed the spelling was horrible and I had made a few mistakes with some of the phrases I used. I fixed it!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own this great show, the books or anything to do with Sherlock. I do own John's Sister Samantha and a couple other characters.

After a long day of chasing down criminals all I want to do is go home and have a nice cup'a. But of course we have to go to Scotland Yard to question the murderer.

The messages I got from Sam earlier were nice. It's funny how much she hates learning about proper lighting. Her concern over my well being is also refreshing seeing as Harry has started drinking again.

I watch Sherlock as Lestrade interrogates the man we caught. He killed his own wife and then tried to blame it all on a mysterious man, claiming she was being unfaithful with the man and when she tried to end it with him things got violent. When in truth the husband just wanted the insurance money and there was no affair.

I looked over at Sherlock and smiled, another case solved because of this brilliant man.

'No don't go there brain' I scold myself. 'Can't let anything show on my face.'

I look in on Lestrade to see that he has gotten the man to finally write down on paper that he killed his own wife. I take notice that Lestrade's wedding band is missing, which means the divorce is finalized. He must have sold her ring already from the way he has a small bounce in his step.

Finding out your wife is cheating on you from your consulting detective must have been hard.

My mind slips back to Sam. I needed to visit her soon; I haven't seen her since I joined the army. That was at least 10 years ago.

I see Sherlock glance at me from the corner of his eye, checking to make sure I was watching what was going on. The case was over though, 'oh god please tell me that the case was over, I just want to go home and relax, maybe take a hot shower'

"John, " great here it comes, more to the case." I think that our help is no longer needed, I think Lestrade has it handled for the day and I have to get back to my… experiments."

I'm shocked "I agree Sherlock I think we both need some rest as well and about your experiments Sherlock, can we PLEASE get rid of the heart in our fridge, it's very bad to keep body parts in the same fridge we keep our food. Plus it's starting to stink."

I see him roll his eyes. "Fine, I will just see if I can get another fridge to keep my parts in."

The thing that startles me the most is not him wanting another fridge for the body parts but is Sherlock being thoughtful. Well there's a first for everything!

I chuckle "Let's get home and I'll make you a nice cup'a."

He sighs "If you must."

Great maybe I could actually get him to eat something today too.

As we get into the cab I make a list of things we could do for dinner. I might have to buy other foods because of the heart stinking up everything else.

The ride home is almost completely uneventful. I don't even try to ask Sherlock what he wants to eat, if I just make it he is bound to eat it, or experiment on it... Oh that would be bad...

He must have seen me grimace "I won't experiment on whatever you cook tonight John."

I grin. I must be so easy to read to him. I mean he can read my older sister and she isn't even here.

The only one he wasn't able to read was Sam. Since she doesn't live here, there isn't much to show she exists other then my watch and her phone number.

'Home at last' we get out of the cab and I pay the cabby and enter the house behind Sherlock, the most delicious smell wafts from Mrs. Hudson's flat.

I see Mrs. Hudson setting the table. "OH, Hello boys! I'm so glad you're finally home. I made us some supper since I knew that you were just finishing up."

She had set up a beautiful roast for us. The table was set for 4 though. Was she expecting anyone else to stop by?

As I was thanking her, Sherlock manage to get up the stairs to the flat, I might have to make his plate.

"Oh and John, you have a visitor waiting upstairs for you."

I groan "Another case?"

She chuckles "No dear nothing like that, just go up and see for yourself."

Just then Sherlock comes bounding down the stairs and says with a grin "John, there is a woman sleeping on our couch." Only to bound back up stairs just as quickly as he came.

I groan again loudly 'Here we go.'

I climb up to the flat and look at the couch and sure enough there is a woman sleeping on the couch with bags sitting in front of her. She's curled up under one of the blankets from our cupboard. 'Mrs. Hudson must have covered her when she fell asleep.' I see Sherlock sitting right in front of her staring at her face intently.

I move to the front of the couch to see who he's staring at and can't help but to laugh. There lays Sam, fast asleep.

'That little sneak'

I chuckle again more loudly.

"Quiet John, I'm trying to figure out who she is and why she needs our help."

I see Sherlock start to analyze her:

*Sherlock's POV* Light brown curly hair, her ears have hair on them so she must be a Shifters, cat by the way their twitching, Her skin looks pale but with a slight flush, was sick recently. She's still wearing a coat and she has her bags so she has been traveling, plane from the tags on the luggage, she hates planes and the landing makes her sick. Scars all over her face, one under her eye is from a fight with another cat Shifter when 12, the one on her lip is from the same fight, both aren't that deep so she defended herself rather well, may have won the fight there might be more scars. Scar across her nose she got at 15 from a sneak attack not that deep it was an accident they didn't mean to hurt her, so training of some kind. Deep scar on her neck, short so they didn't slit her throat, far enough away from her main artery to not fatal, she was able to fight off her attacker, happened at 20 at uni. Tail twitching under the blanket defiantly cat. Black boots peeking out from under the blanket, new, maybe a birthday present, expensive.

*John's POV*
I interrupt him from his deducting "Okay" I laugh "but you might want to back up a bit, if she wakes up with you in her face she's bound to attack you."

"John" he scoffed "how could you possibly..."

He is then interrupted by a flurry of curls pouncing on him. She looks up and when her eyes meet mine I'm surprised to see how dilated her pupils are.

"I warned you"

Next I know she's in front of me sniffing. I place my hands on her shoulders.

"Sam" I say softly as not to startle her "Sam love calm down, we're safe, look at me Sam breathe, it was only Sherlock trying to figure out who you are."

I rub her shoulders, watching her eyes, they start to focus again and her pupils start to go back to normal, her breathing slows down.

"John" She croaks out "John... Harriet!" She exclaims her breathing starts to accelerate again.

"Sam! Calm down, Harry is fine, I promise." I gently cup her face in my hands "Harriet is safe in her home, I can call her. Do you want me to call her Sam?"

I see her eyes begin to clear up, her blinking increases and tears pour down her cheeks and she gasps loudly, finally seeming to catch her breath.

"No, no it's fine, I'm sorry... I... I'll be fine in a minute. Just give me a minute." She grabs my arms to settle herself.

"Come on love, let's get you to the couch." She grips my arms tighter as I walk her to the couch.

She looks down at Sherlock with guilt in her eyes "I...I'm so sorry Sherlock... I di…"

He cuts her off quickly "You don't travel well, you also got ill on the plane, and you also thought John was being threatened in your half awakened state."

She looks at him surprised for a second but smiles and laughs shakily "You weren't kidding John that was pretty amazing... How did you know I was si...?" She trailed off as I sat her on the couch, her eyes widening in disgust "John I need my toothbrush"

Sherlock chuckled softly "No it wasn't your breath, but brushing your teeth seems like a smart idea, your color is still off."

I take her pulse to make sure she's calmed down enough. I'm happy to find that her pulse is normal again.

"Good you've calmed" I grab her face and look at her eyes "Your pupils are back to normal. Do you think you can walk?" I open her luggage and find her toothbrush fairly quick.

"Yes I think so" She says standing and testing her legs. She manages to stand on her own without wobbling much.

"Go brush and then we can go down and eat, Mrs. Hudson has..."

"Cooked dinner." She interrupts with a grin "Yes I know I can smell it, a roast with potatoes, and carrots." She smiles "It smells really good. I'll freshen up and be down in a bit."

I watched as she stumbled to the loo and just as she was about to enter she spoke up again.

"Oh and John, whatever is in your fridge has gone REALLY bad, you should throw it out."

As she shut the door, I turned and gave Sherlock a pointed look.

He just ignores me and starts to pick up his violin.

"Sherlock" He looks up at me "Dinner first then Violin."

He sighs and stomps down the stairs. 'Some times he is such a child'