A/N – Sorry! It's been nearly a month! I've been fairly busy, so not much time to write! I'm going to try harder to get time to write, I enjoy it too much! Again reviews are more than welcome. Any ideas or criticisms welcome!

The Volunteer.

-John Watson

Cheers.

-Lestrade

John looked up from his phone and across to the girl. She was studying the menu but John could tell it wasn't making any sense to her.

'I think I'm just going to have a burger and chips. What would you like?' He said glancing at the menu and up to Jasmine. She sat their biting her thumbnail.

'I'll have the same please.'

'Sure. Drink?'

'Can I have coke please?' She said, this time looking up at John.

'Yeah of course. I'll have the same.'

John isn't used to looking after children young or old. It didn't mean he wasn't good at it. Many have pointed out he was quite a natural. Especially parents at the surgery. The waitress came over and took a pad and pen out of her pocket.

'Can I help you at all?' Said the waitress looking down at John.

'2 burgers and chips and 2 cokes please.' The waitress nodded and walked back off to the kitchen.

John smiled at Jasmine and she smiled back briefly before looking down and fiddling with her hands. She then started to fiddle with her bracelet.

'That's a nice. Where'd you get it?' John nodded towards the bracelet.

'I don't know, it was a present from my mum.'

'Oh sorry.' John shook his head.

'You weren't to know. Don't worry about it.' Jasmine said up and smiled.

John felt slightly more relaxed, causing him to sit back in his seat slightly. Of course this moment couldn't last. Before he knew the worlds only Consulting Detective walked in. Sherlock took a seat next to John and flashed a quick smile to the girl.

'John, I have a bit to go on. We just need to do a bit of looking and we should have it cracked.' Sherlock said now facing John.

'Not now Sherlock.' John said nodding his head towards Jasmine who became completely focused on her bracelet as soon as Sherlock walked in.

Sherlock looked at John confused. He couldn't quite grasp that it's not decent to talk about it while Jasmine was there. Thankfully, the food came before John had time to explain. The waitress looked towards the taller man.

'Would you like anything sir?'

'No thanks.' The waitress nodded, placed the food and drinks down and walked off. 'Why are you eating?'

'Because it's part of the life cycle, Sherlock.' John said raising his eyebrows at Sherlock. 'Won't hurt to try it.' Sherlock shakes his head.

'Slows me down, remember.'

John goes back to eating his food. Jasmine eats a couple of chips and has a few mouthfuls of her drink.

'Do you mind if I go to bathroom quick?' Jasmine asked.

'Of course not.' John replied. She smiled at him and made her way to bathroom. Sherlock looked at John hopefully.

'Right, go on then. Explain. You know you want to. Quick mind, don't want Jasmine to listen to all this.' John said. Sherlock grinned and began to explain.

Jasmine stood over the sink and looked in the mirror. Her eyes were slightly red with black under her eyes. She splashed some water to her face to try and bring the colour back to her eyes. She looked up and saw a figure behind her. Jasmine turned around and backed against the sink.

'Why are you so scared all of a sudden?' The figure edged closer. They were still a couple of feet apart.

'Come on Jasmine, you know me.' He went to place a hand on her shoulder she winced and moved away slightly. She was speechless. No words came out even though her mouth was wide open. The figure stepped back and took his hand away.

'You want to play it like that do you? I'm all you have now. You know that. Your poor mum falling over like that hitting her head. Silly woman.'

'Shut up! You killed her! I saw you!' Jasmine suddenly screamed at him. He placed a finger on her lips.

'Shh now. You don't want anyone to hear you.' Jasmine remained silent so the man, her step dad, removed his finger from her lips.

'See, you can do as your told.'

'What do you want?' Jasmine said trying to sound fierce, but her voice started to shake.

'You, to keep your mouth shut.' His face was now in front of hers. She shook her head.

'No, if I tell them, they will get rid of you.' Justin grinned at her response.

'You saw your mum right?' Jasmine nodded. 'If you tell, that will be you.'

'No, I can get you arrested!' Justin laughed then shoved her against a nearby wall. Jasmine went to scream but he placed a hand over her mouth.

'Now, now. If you don't say anything, I wont hurt you. If you do however, it's just another job for the police to fail at. Trust me, I've had plenty of practice. Oh and even that Holmes fellow your with, he may be the worlds best detective, but even he won't find me. So keep your mouth shut!'

He released her from his grip and went towards the door. He managed to sneak in through the kitchen, not having to go through the bar or restaurant. He placed his hand on the handle. Justin turned to Jasmine one last time.

'Remember, if you say anything I will hunt you down, find you and kill you. If you keep your mouth shut its a win – win situation.' He smiled an ugly smile towards her 'Bye Jasmine, see you soon.' There was a slight pause. 'Hopefully.' Then he turned and walked out.

Jasmine sunk to floor. She sat there a few minutes not daring to move in case he came back. Eventually, she stood up. She looked in the mirror and saw she was pale. Nothing she could change about that.

She walked out the bathroom and saw some paper had been torn of the door. On the floor was the paper which had been torn off. It said 'Cleaning in progress.' Jasmine now understood how no one came in during her encounter with Justin.

Back at the table John shushed Sherlock as Jasmine approached and sat down he smiled at her.

'Okay?' She nodded and looked at her food, not even blinking.

'You sure? You look a bit pale.' John questioned.

She nodded once more and took a chip into her mouth. Chewing didn't work and ended up swallowing it nearly whole. She managed not to choke. Both John and Sherlock knew something was wrong. Sherlock stood from the table.

'I shall text you later John. There is somewhere I need to go.'

'What? Wait! Sherlock where are you going?' John looked at the man wanting answers.

Sherlock didn't answer just walked towards the back of the pub towards the kitchen. John knew something wasn't right seeing the worried expression on Jasmine's face. He grabbed his phone and sent a text to Lestrade.

Sherlock was here, now gone.

Jasmine looked worried.

Something is up, just don't know what.

-John Watson

Immediately a response came back.

Bring yourself and Jasmine to the Yard ASAP.

Sending people out to look for Sherlock.

-Lestrade