Another update for you wonderful people. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock.

The next morning, Kailey was sitting at the kitchen table eating some cereal. She was listening to John and Sherlock argue in the other room. Apparently, Sherlock had been using John's laptop without his permission. Again.

Kailey stood up and put her dishes in the sink. She walked into the parlor and started to bundle up.

"Hey, where're you going?" John asked, red-faced and slightly winded from shouting.

"School. It's Tuesday."

"Oh." John stood panting a little. "Well, have fun then."

"Bye." Kailey shouldered her backpack and walked out.

It was cold as she walked to the subway station. She supposed that she could take a taxi, but the subway had more people and there was safety in numbers.

The tube-sorry, subway- took her down to Brixton Road and she walked up the steps to the street. The school grounds were swarming with students, despite the temperature. The scene reminded Kailey of maggots on a corpse.

School was pretty uneventful. Math, history, gym, in that order. Lunch was lukewarm spaghetti in an even cooler meat sauce. Kailey sat with two kids from her former foster care home. They made small talk.

Kailey's next class was Language Arts. A tolerable class. The teacher was going over the different works of the Bronte sisters when the class telephone rang. The teacher answered it quietly, and then hung up.

"Kailey Williams," he called out in his clipped accent. "You're wanted in room 203."

Kailey gathered her things and left the room.

Looking back, it seemed to Kailey that the walk had been slightly unnerving. The stretch of hallway she was walking down was eerily silent; even the hot water radiators beneath the windows were quite.

Room 203 was in the middle of the hallway. Kailey opened it slowly and looked around.

There was a man sitting on the teacher's desk, holding a black umbrella between his legs. He was wearing a light grey suit and shiny black shoes.

"Hello, Kailey." His smile was cold, and, quite frankly, evil.

"How do you know my name?" Kaliey opened the door the rest of the way.

"I wouldn't worry about it if I were you." He stood up and started to walk forward, swinging his umbrella around like it was a cane. "Sit there." He said, pointing to a desk with the tip of his sunshade. Kailey walked over and sat, piling her things on top while the man shut the door.

Kailey ventured a question. "Am I in trouble?"

"Do you want to be?" The man turned to face her. "I'm sure I could dig up some charges to file against you." He was now right in front of her desk. Kailey sank into the chair out of fear.

"But, that's not why I'm here." He turned and swung his umbrella up so it rested on his shoulder. He turned again and leaned up against the whiteboard. "I'm here to talk to you about you situation."

Kailey never liked when people talked about her "situation", especially people she didn't know.

"What about it?" she asked.

"Do you like where you're staying?"

"It's better that where I was."

The man paused. "Are you lonely?"

"Not really."

Another pause. "Is Sherlock treating you decently?"

"I guess. Is he in trouble?"

The man gave that creepy smile again. "No, not yet."

He asked a few more questions, and then let Kailey go. "Thank you for cooperating with me Kailey; I really do appreciate it."

Kaliey yanked open the door and scurried back to class.

You knew he was going to make an apperance sooner or later. ;)