The Orphan

Summary: When Sherlock decides to go shopping out of boredom, he witness Ella getting beaten. When he scares away the bullies he does something that will change everything. Meanwhile John is starting to question if really isn't gay.

Disclaimer: To bad, too bad. I sadly do not own Sherlock. I do however own everything in this story that doesn't happen in the Sherlock.

Auteurs note: This is my first romance Fanfiction. Please do review and give me hints, but no flame please. Don't like, don't read. Thank you and enjoy.

Extra: It is rated K but there will be mention of child abuse.

Chapter 9 (Sherlock's POV):

I couldn't help but smirk. John had come into the kitchen and I played a dirty trick on him. I knew he fancied me, and I wanted him to know it too. So I had taken of my shirt. He came to lecture me, I was sure of that. But he ended up staring at me. His cheeks flushed and pupil dilated. I let him look until his stare wondered just a little too far south, his reaction was great. He ran to his room and locked himself up.

He stayed in the room when Ella finished showering. I told her to come here every two days, so she could shower. She had become a little wearier of me, but she had the right. The next two weeks were fun. She came and John would do his check up and she take a shower. Afterwards we would talk, play a game, (not cluedo) or help her with her homework. Well, john would help her with her homework, I would watch. I'm a bad teacher and when John pointed that out I would ask: *Do bad teachers need to be punished? Cuz if so, go a head.* John would redden very fast and mutter under his breath.

The best news came 1 week after the finger accident. Ella's bullies had been expelled for the possession of drugs. They were gone for 3 weeks, which would give Ella a good time to heel.

But of course the cases kept coming and we had to make some money. So from time to time john, and I would be gone and Mrs. Hudson would take Ella in and take care of her. But one day all three would be gone. John had called Molly to ask if she could fill in, but she had date plans, again. I refused to call Mycroft for help, since it was Mycroft. So we ended up asking Lestrade to help out.

(Greg Lestrade POV):

I had been very surprised when Sherlock called, even more so when he politely asked for help and I dropped my glass of water when he said it was about a girl. Sherlock was never polite and he never asked for help. And I thought girl weren't his, his, his division. Luckily John took over the phone and I was told what had happened.

I was still a little shocked but I let it go and got a cab. It was 3:20 so I'd have about 50 minutes before the Ella person would be here. Sherlock and John had left a letter for her and I had already read it. It explained there and Mrs. Hudson's absence and who I was. He (Sherlock) had signed with: Hope you understand, and see you soon, Sherlock. Apparently he really cared for the girl. Surprise, surprise. Who knew Sherlock had feelings? I sat myself down with a good book and a cup of the. A few minutes later the bell went. That must be Ella.

When I opened the door a young girl fitting John's description stood there. She had her brown hair in a messy pony tail on the back of her head. She had deep brown eyes and a few pimples on her face. She was wearing a loss jeans and a shirt with the harry potter token on it. *Uhm, Hello I'm here for Sherlock Holmes.* She said a little nervous. *He isn't here.* *What about John Watson?* *No, but.* she didn't give me any time to explain. **And Mrs. Hudson. Is she here?* *No, I'm the only one here. My name is Greg Lestrade, Sherlock asked me to let you in. He left a note.* I pulled the letter out of my jacket and gave it to her. She hastily read the note and gave it back to me. *Well. I'm Ella nice to meet you, Mr. Lestrade.* She offered me her hand. As I shook it *Nice to meet you to. Would you like to come upstairs?* she seemed a little hesitating, but who could blame her. After a little while she agreed and followed me upstairs. *I'm just going to take a shower, if that's alright?* *Yeah, sure. Go ahead.*

She quietly left and I picked up my book again. After about 30 minutes, she immerged from the bathroom. *Uhm, Mr. Lestrade?* *Yes Ella?* She seemed very nervous. *Could you help me with these bandages?* Bandages? Of course! The bandages, John had told me. *Yeah, no problem.* She lifted her shirt up so I could see the nearly healed bruises and gave me the bandages. I slowly bend down and started to wrap her up. There we go. All done.*

*I should be going then.* She was ready to leave, but I was curious. *Wait!* She turned around. *Sorry to ask, but how did you tame the great and terrible Sherlock Holmes?* She didn't look to sure but she sat back down, and started to explain. I ended up telling her about the cases I had been on with Sherlock. It was 6 o 'clock when she had to leave. What a nice girl.