And another chapter for you. This one was much quicker than the last one. Would have been sooner however I have been getting in late everyday this week.

John sat on the floor for the best part of half an hour, letting the dark thoughts at the emptiness seep into his body. He started to shiver, which bought him out of the memories of Sherlock's death and the agonising time after it. God, was he still feeling this way less than a few days ago?

"No use in wasting time, Watson." He muttered to himself. John pulled himself off of the floor and walked slowly, into the living room. He pulled his laptop along as he trailed to the desk. He flicked it on and inspected his hand closely. It was just a minor scratch, nothing that a plaster wouldn't fix. The computer hummed gently and flashed on.

John was absorbed in the newest blog post, (Sherlock's Back With A New 'Friend') and completely forgot the time. Soon it was drawing close to midnight and Sherlock still wasn't back. John shrugged and padded off to the bedroom where he dressed in his pyjamas and a robe.

Taking a detour to the kitchen to get a nice warm mug of tea, he returned to the desk and his laptop.

"Sherlock's Back With A New Friend... It doesn't sound... Good." He sighed, rubbing his eyes. "What co-"

The bell at the front door buzzed sharply. Two quick jabs followed by a long drawn out wail. That meant only one thing; a client was on the doorstep of 221B Baker Street.

There was no chance of him being allowed to quickly get changed so he tightened the cord of his dressing gown and started making his way to the front door. The hall way was oddly dark at this time of night. Especially with none of the lights on. John gathered Mrs Hudson had gone to bed then and given up waiting up for Sherlock. He heard the distant sounds of ringing again and wanted to call out. Instead he opted for grumbling under his breath. "I'm coming. I'm coming."

Reaching the door at last John fumbled around to find the latch. It wasn't hard and he was soon opening the door. The light from the street lamps slowly pouring in. He didn't know what he expected to find. Whatever it was it wasn't this. On the top stairs a figure was supporting their weight against the door frame. One hand grasping their arm. The person looked of small build but he couldn't see their face. Before he got a chance to ask if they were alright the person looked up and stared into his eyes. It was a young woman. She looked petrified. "Help me?"

Falling forward she collapsed into John's arms. Shock over took him for a moment but his brain soon kicked it and he was carrying the woman upstairs. He would say she could not have weighed more than eleven stone. Once upstairs he laid her out on the sofa and ran to the kitchen to get his medical kit. After he got her sorted he would find time to quickly change. He just had to see to her now. After spotting some blood upon her shirt he raised the sleeve slightly to discover a small knife wound.

The bleeding wasn't extensive and it didn't look deep enough to have caused any real damage. More like a surface wound. The woman gasped with pain as he applied the antiseptic and he muttered a quiet apology. "Just lay still. I'm going to have to apply these stitches." The woman's face looked mortified. "Don't worry. Butterfly stitches. No needles. Promise. Now tell me, have you got a name?"

"Antonia." She gasped as John applied slight pressure to her side. "But my friends call me Toni."

"Right, Toni, I'm going to need you to lie perfectly still then afterwards you are going to need to tell me a few things. Okay?" She gave him a brisk nod as means of an understanding. "Alright. Remember, perfectly still."

After he was done John carefully put away all the things that had been bought out of his medical kit unnecessarily. He put it away and walked back to the girl on the sofa. He leaned on the back of his armchair, well aware of his semi dressed state.

Now that the pain and fear were gone from her face, John noticed that Toni was actually very pretty. Her eyes were light blue and her blonde hair fell to her shoulders. She was inspecting the damage to her arm when she noticed John watching her.

"You'll have to be careful with those." He nodded at her, "I don't want to have to stitch you up again. Even if just butterfly stitches."

"I- thank you... I guess you're John," She muttered, brushing her hair back behind her ear. "Can... Is Mr Holmes in?"

John looked at her, questioning her without saying a word, "No, Toni, he's not."

"Oh." She seemed genuinely disappointed, upset almost to the point of tears. "I... I need to talk to him."

"You can talk to me." John offered, standing up straight, "Just give me a second to get dressed. Do you want something to drink?"

"No, thank you." Toni mumbled, her eyes locked on the smiley face on the wall. She inspected the room, observing every oddity and strange collection. She stood up and, with her hand still firmly grasped around her bandaged arm, went to look at the wall. She could see bullet holes, circular entries into the wallpaper that had not been covered or replaced. She reached out to touch the yellow pain when a voice behind her made her jump.

"You think that's bad," John waved his hand at the smiley face, "you should meet the skull."

He was dressed in faded jeans and a striped black and blue jumper. A different man to the one in the robe, but still one she trusted.

"I guess I should introduce myself," John smiled, "Dr. John Watson, flatmate and pet blogger of Sherlock Holmes."

Toni laughed a tinkling sound that made John's smile wider. She found herself relaxing in John's presence; maybe she could tell him what was meant only for Mr Holmes.

"Now I may be only a little old doctor but maybe you could tell me how a nice girl like you got that knife wound to your arm?" John smiled comfortingly.

Toni smiled back weakly before nodding. She often read the Doctor's blog when she got the chance. When she wasn't hiding away in the underbelly of the city. It cheered her up almost. "I'm not the best of people, Doctor Watson. I've done some bad things in my time. Not that I wanted to. I had to." She sighed, looking up at John. "Recently I was made to do something I really didn't want to do. My Da, you see, he i- was very intimidating. Made me do things I never wanted to do. I was scared he'd hurt me." Toni gulped. Unsure whether to go on. John gave her a reassuring nod. Giving her a little more confidence. "My Da was contacted about a week ago. Got a job. He had these two thugs that worked for him but that weren't enough. He needed me. I'm good with my hands, right? Been picking locks since I was just a kid. So he needed me. I didn't know what he wanted! I thought it would be a quick robbery or something. I didn't want him to hurt me, Doctor. He had me pinned against the wall and he was yelling." Tears streamed down her face and John went over to the sofa to sit next to her. Hopefully it would make it easier for her. "So I went and it were some big fancy house too! I let them in but soon I heard yelling from inside. So I went and there was this other man. Just laughing. Whilst my Da and these thugs be- beat up this man. I stood there petrified. I closed my eyes and tried to block out the noise."

Toni stopped talking. Like it was difficult to carry on. John placed his hand upon her shoulder and smiled at her. "It's okay. Take your time."

"Well after that the man left and then Da pulled me out. The thugs were following us. Laughing all the way. They dragged me to this fish and chip shop. The woman behind the counter asked if I were alright because I had tears down my face. Da yelled at her and we left." Toni paused. "Then Da got a call. Another job. Same man. Said we were to burn the chip shop and ki- kill the old lady. I didn't want to! I refused to go! Locked myself in the cupboard." Toni looked at John. Like she was pleading at him to believe her. "Da came back later that night. Said we had to go. Run away. Only one of the thugs were with him and I got worried. He said that we were in danger. Had to run. I didn't question it. Then I heard that one of Da's thugs died at the chip shop. Then the other one got picked off when Da and I were on the tube! We didn't even see him get taken!" She took a deep breath. "Then Da told me to wait for him whilst he went somewhere. I waited for ages but he didn't show up. Then a knock came. It weren't my Da! He said my Da was dead. Said he had come to kill off the rest of the evidence. It was that man I saw laughing before! I ran but he cut me as I escaped. I ran all the way here! I know about you both! I thought you could help me." Toni looked down. "He spoke about you. Both of you. I thought if there was anywhere I could be right now it was here."

John waited until he was certain Toni had finished speaking before he decided to give her an answer. "Well it's a good thing you came here then. You look shattered. Why don't you go have a lie down in my room and I'll give Sherlock a ring. That way we'll be able to help you. Together."

Sherlock, come home now.

John looked down at the text on his phone. He was going to be in trouble if Sherlock was busy. But this case, it was something special, wasn't it? John pressed send. He watched the text send and waited.

His phone began to vibrate against his palm. He quickly pulled his hand up and looked at the reply. Typically Sherlock.

Why should I? - SH

John sighed and looked down at the worn seat beneath him. He gnawed on his lip and breathed heavily though his nose. How much was too much to tell Sherlock?

His phone buzzed again. Double texts. Oh, how very Sherlock.

Sign your texts, John - SH

And not even an important double text. John sighed. How many times had he said that signing his texts was pointless, as Sherlock had his number saved on Sherlock's phone? There was no reasoning with this man.

There's someone here about the case. An ex gang member. - JW

John paused; wondering if that was enough to pique the madman's interest. He sent another text containing only three more words.

It's a girl - JW

Where the first text had failed to interest Sherlock, John could almost feel Sherlock's surprise at the fact that his last gang member was a female.

I'll be there. Ten minutes. - SH.

Exactly as he had expected. A small, sly smile crossed John's face. Sometimes, getting one over on Sherlock and his amazing deduction was just too easy.

John went to his room and knocked on the door. "Toni, Sherlock's on his way." There was no reply. She must have fallen asleep, he thought. Going back to the kitchen he switched the kettle on before turning to the sink. Bits of plate still remained. He shouldn't have left it for so long. John began to pick up the pieces, being careful so he didn't cut himself again, and placed them within the bin. No doubt Sherlock would be able to tell when he got in anyway.

Turning towards his desk he noticed that his laptop was still on. That silly title he had considered glaring back at him. Maybe he should just scrap the whole thing. It probably contained too much detail anyway. That was the problem last time, wasn't it? Too much detail? Underestimating who was reading it? With a huff John closed the lid and went to finish making his tea from earlier. He's rewrite it when he was in a better mood and left with more free time. All that was left to do now was waiting for Sherlock to come home.

One thing before you go, guys. I was wondering if anybody would read all the useless Sherlock ficlets and things I've written if I posted a story with multiple chapters with them all in and stuff?