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Sherlock made some tea while Celeste hovered around him watching him, "Doing?" She asked. Looking down at the tea in his hands she looked back into his face. "Tea John?" She turned pointing to John.

"Yes, this is for John." Sherlock was trying hard not to laugh as he followed her bouncing into the sitting room where John sat. She sat at on the floor next to the chair that he had been sitting in and waited while he handed John the tea and sat down himself. John looked down at it. "Something wrong?" He asked.

"The last time you made me tea it was laced with some kind of drugs that made me see a great ruddy beast." John looked up. "So forgive me if I'm weary at what you give me." The ends of his lips twitched in a short but small smile.

"No drugs, I promise." Sherlock took a sip of his tea as did John. "I did add some bettle dropping though, can you tell?" His face shonen serious as John looked down in his tea in horror and spit what was in his mouth out.

"Sherlock!"

"I was kidding!" Sherlock said a satisfied smirk on his face. Celeste said nothing but quickly got up, running into the kitchen where she grabbed a rag and started cleaning up the tea that had been spit out onto the floor. "Celeste, no, it's ok." He reached for the rag but Celeste pulled it out of his reach sinking to the floor where she cleaned up the mess.

"I clean." She smiled. "I good clean." She walked back into the kitchen where she rang out the rag into the sink.

"So her Father said she hasn't always been like this huh?" John took another sip of the tea, " I suppose it makes sense. She was a really quick learner when we were getting her to talk. Her vocabulary almost exploded very suddenly."

"He said she graduated from school at 15. 15 John! I could have done so, but I was too busy running around and missed out on a lot of class." Sherlock waved a hand as though silly things like school were unimportant.

"Amazing... did he say when she went like this?"

"He said he walked in on her Mum with another man and she walked in and lost it. Knocked her out with the ax he used and locked her in the cubbard." Sherlock set down his now empty glass. "Do you think we will be able to get her back to herself? From what he told me she's been like this for about six years now."

"It might take some doing, but I think with lots of help we should be able to get her right." John leaned back watching Celeste as she started cleaning the kitchen counters.

"Dirty Sherlock." She muttered as she started scrubbing the side of the fridge.

Sherlock stood up shaking his head with a small smirk on his lips as he walked towards her. "Celeste, it's ok, it always looks like this." He placed his hands on her shoulders. She stopped cleaning and turned a bit looking up at him, he reached down and grabbed the rag from her hand his face came within inches of hers and only when he felt her breath tickle his ear did he realize how close they were. His head tilted sideways a bit looking into her eyes. They both seemed to be frozen, staring at one another, their faces inches apart Sherlock swore he could hear her heart beating fast and hard. The thought if she could feel his rushed through his head. Behind him John cleared his throat making both Sherlock and Celeste jump.

"You two alright?" John asked, watching them. Celeste put the rag into the sink looking away from Sherlock. "Sherlock?" John said his name again, Sherlock was still watching Celeste as she took her time at the sink. "Sherlock." John said his name again, this time bringing him out of his thoughts.

"Hm?" He said looking away towards John.

"I was going to head home. I'm sure Mary is wondering where I am." He looked at the clock. "You going to be alright?"

"Fine, I'm fine." Sherlock said looking back over at Celeste who had turned back towards him. "Yeah, of course you should get home. Feel free to stop by anytime tomorrow. I assume you want to start as soon as possible?"

John nodded walking in and setting his cup on the counter. "Yeah, I'll be round about 3?"

"Yeah, 3 is fine." Sherlock said looking back over at John. This was the first time they both had been back at 221 since Sherlock had come back and it was strange to know he wasn't going to the room that used to be his, but instead leaving to go to another building.

"Well, night then. G'night Celeste." He gave her a small wave and she walked over to him.

"John leave?"

"Yes, I'm going to go home." He nodded. "But I will be back tomorrow. I promise."

Celeste once again flung her arms around his neck. "Ok. Tomorrow." She let go seeing Sherlock's cup still sitting next to his chair she walked over and picked it up taking it back into the kitchen.

Sherlock walked towards the door but John stopped him. "It's alright, I know where the door is. I'll see you both tomorrow." He opened the door. "Oh, and Sherlock?" John said before leaving.

"Yes John?"

"Take care of yourself ok?"

"Of course." Sherlock said.

"And her. She desurves it." He gave a small nod of his head towards Celeste who was busy cleaning the cups. "She trusts you, don't ruin it."

"I wouldn't dream of it John."

John smiled. "I know you wouldn't." And with the shut of the door he was gone.

Sherlock watched the door for a few momments longer waiting to see if John was going to reappear, but when he finally decided he wasn't he heard a small yawn from behind him. Turning around he saw Celeste with a hand to her mouth and the other one in the air streching. "Tired?" He asked, he didn't realize that him and John had talked to long, it was almost midnight, no wonder John wanted to show up at three. Celeste nodded. "Come on, I'll show you where you're sleeping." He held out his hand and she took it following him to John's old room. He had gone out and bought more clothes for her, he had set out a pair of pjs on the bed. She let go of his hand walking over towards the bed and picking up the pj pants. They were black with different coolored owls all over and the top was a black cami with a large white owl on the front.

Celeste turned around holding both in her hands and looked at Sherlock. "For me?"

Sherlock nodded. "Yeah. I bought them for you. Do you like them? I thought you might be an owl fan..." A tear fell down Celeste's cheek onto the clothes in her hands. Sherlock rushed forward wiping it away. "I didn't mean to upset you... Shh... it's alright."

"Sherlock too nice..." She gave a small sniff. "Too nice..."

"Hey, you desurve it." He wiped away another tear that ran down her face. "Do you like them?" She nodded. "Then put them on. I'm going to wait outside." He turned and waited outside the door for a few moments before he heard her call him. He opened the door and stopped dead in his tracks, the pjs fit tighter than he had expected them to, he supposed that was the purpose to them, but he hadn't expected them to have such an effect on him. His eyes traveled up her body slowly, and he felt himself give a small throb as he reached her eyes.

She tilted her head to the side, "They ok?" She asked.

"Perfect." Sherlock murmered shaking his head. "Do you like them?" She nodded her head up and down making her breasts jiggle Sherlock tried not to notice, after all he didn't get these kind of feelings... did he? Once again he shook the thoughts from his head as though they were flys buzzing around. "I'm going to show you where I will be so if you need me you can find me ok?" She nodded aagain and stepped forward taking his hand. He led her out into the hall and down to the last door on the left and opened it. "I'll be in here should you need me for anything. And in here." He opened the door between their rooms, "Is the bathroom. Got it?" She nodded, he was starting to wish she wouldn't but another part of him didn't want her to. He walked her back to her room, "Ready to go to sleep?"

She nodded with a yawn, reaching up on her tippy toes she kissed Sherlock on the check. As she pulled away the spot stayed warm. "Night Sherlock." She murmered sleepily as she crawled into bed. Sherlock stood for a bit longer as he watched her roll over seeming to pass out right then and there. He turned towards the door, and with another look back he shut the light off on her sleeping form.

He walked back to his room, feeling as tired as she did, it had been a very long day and he hadn't slept for the past week. He qucikly changed into a pair of grey sweat pants leaving a shirt off flopped onto his bed with a long sigh. Reaching up to the small lamp that sat besides his bed he turned off the light hoping to sink into sleep as quickly as she had done, but for some reason sleep wouldn't come. He tossed and turned for almost 20 minutes, just as he was thinking of sitting up and turning on his light to read he heard his door open. "Sherlock?" Celeste's voice was a soft whisper.

He sat up in the dark. "Celeste? Are you ok?" He heard her walk towards him until he felt her crawl onto the bed next to him.

"Can't sleep." She said softly.

"Are you scared?"

"No..." She said, but he didn't believe her, and he was sure she didn't believe herself either. Before Sherlock could speak she had slipped herself under the blankets with him and laid down next to him. Sherlock looked down at her he saw her eyes shine in the dark looking back at him. "Sleep here?" Her voice was the quietest he had ever heard her speak before, but at the same time it made his heart leap into his throat.

"Of course you can." Sherlock said after a bit, lowering himself down next to her, scooting over towards the side closest to him to give her plenty of room. They laid there for a few minutes before he heard her breathing become heavy and regular. He felt her roll over and looked she was now facing him instead of the door, her face relaxed and one hand tucked under her head, the other one cluthed under her chin her arm resting inbetween her breasts. Sherlock carefully turned on his side, not wanting to wake her in case she was a light sleeper but she stayed asleep. As the moon peaked out from behind a cloud he could see her face perfectly. Her hands twitched in her sleep and her mouth twitched at the sides. Without thinking he slipped a couple of fingers into her hand that rested under her chest and she closed her fist around them, the twitching softened but didn't stop completly. His body relaxed, he hadn't even been aware he had been holding his breath but he slowly let it out. She reached out, letting go of his fingers and rested her arm on his side. His stomach did a flip at the skin on skin contact. She must have felt his warmth for she moved closer to him nuzzling up right into his chest the free hand that had reached out made a small fist at his back as she let out a sigh and remained still.

Sherlock doesn't remember when he fell asleep that night, all he remembers was that it was the best night's sleep he had in a long time.