"You pushed a man off of a building?!" Harper slammed down the stack of plates she was holding. "That's it. You're not allowed to stay out passed eight o'clock any more."

Anguirus raised an eye brow and took a bite of her apple.

"Don't give me that look, young woman! That man could've died! He could be dead right now!" Harper scrubbed furiously at the dishes.

Anguirus threw away her apple core and tapped Harper's shoulder, "He followed me across several rooftops. Do you really think that he just wanted to speak to me?"

Harper sighed, "Listen, just... try not to kill anyone, yeah?"

Anguirus stiffened and Harper gasped, "I'm sorry I- You know what I mean."Anguirus shrugged.

"Zill! Can we play today?" Anguirus smiled at Charlene and nodded yes.

"Sorry, man, I don't know much about her." The bartender looked cross at the man. He had bandages on his face and walked with a limp.

"How about," The mysterious man took out a gun and aimed it at the bartender, "You tell me all you know."

"Whoa, easy! All I know is that the girl has a serious thing for lime juice. She comes here around ten at night and leaves around midnight."

The mystery man squinted his eyes, "Do you know where she lives?"

The bar tender shook his head quickly, "I don't even know her name! No one does!"

The mystery man smiled, "Thank you, I appreciate your help."

And pulled the trigger.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Anguirus looked at the Dark Corners club and tilted her head in confusion. There were police cars and tape that read "Police Line Do Not Cross". There was an ambulance and it looked like there was a man laying on a stretcher inside.

"Firecracker!" Anguirus looked over at the DJ who had tears running down his face. Her eyebrows furrowed together as he embraced her small frame.

"Billy was shot." He sobbed.

Anguirus combed her memory for the man named Billy. She could barely recall a man calling the bartender by that name. Anguirus frowned as the DJ released her from the embrace. Seven years and Anguirus barely knew the guy's name. Maybe that was a sign.

"They don't know who did it," The DJ sniffed loudly, "But I don't they'll figure it out. This is South London for Christ's Sake." He let out a dead chuckle.

Anguirus was upset and surprised. Surprised that the only reason she was upset was because she wouldn't be able to dance her troubles away that night. She supposed that it was because of all the death she's seen in her life.

"Do you want to go to a pub?" The DJ sniffed again, "I need to drink this away with a familiar face."

Anguirus thought for a moment longer, staring at the man who always gave her free lime juice, before giving a half-smile and nodding.

They reached a pub that wasn't far from Dark Corners and walked in. It was a bit loud, but not very crowded due to it being a Tuesday. They walked up to the bar and placed their orders.

"I'll have a lager, mate."

"Alright. What about you, girly?"

Anguirus pointed to the basket of limes. The bartender looked at it and then looked at her, "What?"

The DJ interrupted, "She wants a glass of lime juice." The bartender raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything about it. The drinks were set down in front of them and Anguirus immediately gulped down her juice.

"So, uh," The DJ coughed, "How come you never talk?"

Anguirus sighed internally, wishing that everyone couldn't speak by default so she wouldn't get asked this question all the time.

"I can't speak." She signed.

"Oh! I'm sorry! I mean- I'm not sorry because it's not... my fault. Not that I don't care! I mean-"

Anguirus held up her hand and signed, "It's fine."

The DJ squinted, "I'm sorry, but I have no idea what you're saying."

Anguirus turned towards the bartender and snapped a couple of times to get his attention.

"Yes?"

She started pretend-writing on the bar, hoping he'd get the hint.

"Oh, she wants a pen!" The DJ shouted out. There's no way he could be that tipsy already. Maybe that was just his personality.

The bartender raised both of his eyebrows before turning away and grabbing the writing utensil for her. Anguirus grabbed her napkin and started to write on it.

"Why write on the napkin? You have some paper in your back pocket." The DJ reached behind her and took out the paper, unfolding it.

"Huh. It just says "I'll be seeing you". It's initialed "JM"." The DJ gasped and clutched the note to his chest, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

Anguirus rolled her eye dramatically and held out her hand for the paper. The DJ handed her the note with a suspicious look on his face. Anguirus scribbled on it before pushing it over to him. It read:

"Hello. My name is Anguirus, but you can call me 'Z'. What is your name?"

The DJ squinted at it, "Wow, you have terrible hand writing. Ang- Anj- Anjer," He looked confused, "I think I'll just call you Z. My name is Dylan."

Anguirus started writing again, "Ayn-GEER-us."

"Anguirus... Wait a minute... Isn't that a monster from Godzilla? It is! Oh my goodness, I am fangirling so hard! Oh, wait. Wasn't it the shittiest monster?"

Anguirus huffed at Dylan.

"Okay, I'm sorry... It is true though." He muttered.

Dylan ordered another beer and Anguirus refused a drink. "So, tell me about that boy toy who wrote you that note. Is he your boyfriend?"

Anguirus shook her head and wrote, "Stranger."

Dylan grunted, "I don't know any JM's. He sounds like a creep." Dylan winked.

"So you're not seeing anyone either?" Anguirus wrote.

Dylan snorted, "No. I do have my eye set on this dreamy detective. His name is Sherlock Holmes and he his delicious." He sighed, "I bet he's great in bed."

Anguirus pretended to choke on air.

"Oh, don't tell me you don't fantasize. You have to by the way you move on the dance floor."

Anguirus rolled her eyes and wrote, "I don't have the time."

"Whatever, honey. If you don't want your mystery man, then send him my way. I'll be more than happy to take him off your hands."

Anguirus snorted, "You can have him."

"Well, that's very nice of you, but I don't think I'm his type."

Dylan choked on his beer and Anguirus spun around in her stool. The man from last night was standing behind her in closer proximity than at the club. He looked less malicious, but still dangerous. Anguirus immediately put her defenses up. She was trained to sniff out danger and she could smell him a mile away.

"Well, I'll just leave you two alone..." Dylan started to get up but Anguirus slammed her hand on his shoulder, forcing him to stay. She felt better in numbers.

"... Or not."

The man glanced at Dylan before smiling at Anguirus, "Hi." He stuck out his hand, "Jim Moriarty."

Anguirus scanned her brain. Shake his hand and play along or ignore him and hope he leaves? She stuck with the latter. Anguirus turned forward and stared into the mirror across from the bar. Anguirus saw Jim reach for the paper and gently take it from it's spot in front of her.

"Anguirus, hm? That's strange." She did not respond. "Well, in here's my number, in case you ever want to talk." Jim set his number down on top of the note and leaned in close to her ear, "And I'm sure that you will."

Dylan's mouth was hanging open as he watched Jim walk out of the pub.

"Girl, that was intense." He picked up the card as Anguirus motioned the bartender for another glass of lime juice.

"Who has business cards that just has the name and number? That's shady as fuck."

Anguirus chugged her juice and stood up, preparing to leave.

"What? Why are you going? I've only just had two drinks!"

"I'm sorry." Anguirus mouthed.

"Well," Dylan huffed, "Thanks for taking my mind off of Billy."

Anguirus smiled and waved as she walked out.

Anguirus walked in through the front door of her home and into the kitchen. Harper was icing a cake. Anguirus opened the refrigerator and got out an apple.

"Hey, Anguirus, you're back early." Anguirus looked at the cake Harper was icing. It read, "Happy Birthday Jacob!". There was a '1' candle and a '4' candle sticking out of it. Anguirus smacked her forehead.

"You forgot, didn't you?" Harper tutted. "Stay here, I'll be right back." Harper went off to her room and Anguirus frowned at the cake. No one reminded her. Probably because she wasn't around as often. She was always at the club, therapy, or in the park.

"Here's 30 pounds. Now, go on and get your brother a present."

Anguirus didn't bother to correct that to 'foster brother' as she left her home. It was around nine o'clock.

She arrived at a store and walked in. What did 14 year olds usually get? Anguirus knew that Harper had gotten him a phone and Charlene probably made something from scratch. Sighing, Anguirus walked into the toy aisle and looked at the objects within. All of the designs were basically inducing violence. Hulk Hands, Nerf Guns, wrestling action figures. Anguirus tilted her head. Maybe she should get him a gag gift. Anguirus walked down the aisle, scanning before deciding on a Batman mask. Walking to the checkout, Anguirus decided to buy him a candy bar also, just in case he hated Batman.

Anguirus' phone rang, causing her to jump from the vibration. She saw that it was Harper. Answering it, Anguirus tapped twice on the mouth piece so that Harper knew she was there.

"Oh, Anguirus!" Harper sobbed, "Get home quickly!"

Chills ran down her spine as Anguirus hung up and threw the money at the cashier, taking the sack of Jacob's presents. She sprinted as fast as she could all the way home. When she got there, there were police cars around the house. Harper was on the porch with the seven children.

"Zill!" Charlene yelled.

Anguirus ran to the porch and took the crying child into her arms.

"What happened?" She signed.

"Go talk to the police," Harper sobbed, "I don't want to explain it in front of the children."

Anguirus set Charlene down and handed Jacob, who was a bit shaken up, his presents. She quickly signed, "Happy Birthday." Before stepping inside the house.

"Ma'am, we'll need you to-"

Anguirus stuck up her hand and walked passed the annoying man who's hair was obviously dyed black. She stepped into the kitchen where all the commotion was. Jacob's birthday cake was dropped on to the floor and a box was situated on the counter.

"Hey! Who are you? Get out of here!"

Anguirus started signing rapidly, hoping anyone there knew sign language.

"Wait, I know her!" Anguirus heard a familiar voice. She looked around and saw the short man from Dr. Stapleton's office. The one that was trying to hit on her.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, astonished.

"Obviously, she lives here." A tall man with a deep voice sighed exhasperatedly. "Are you Anguirus?" Anguirus nodded firmly.

The tall man beckoned her over, "Sherlock Holmes. This is my friend, Dr. John Watson."

Anguirus nodded and looked down into the contents of the box. Two eyes stared back at her. No head, just eyes. Anguirus wasn't phased, she'd seen worse.

"What happened? How did this get here?" She signed.

"Well," Sherlock started, "It seems that you have a very powerful admirer. He left it on the front steps." He held up a note that came with the box. It read:

I'll be seeing you real soon. - JM

"Do you know who Jim Moriarty is?"

Anguirus nodded and signed, "I officially met the creep today. He gave me his number." Anguirus took out the business card.

"What do you mean by 'officially'?" Sherlock asked, taking the card.

"Wait," John interrupted,"You know sign language?"

"When will you realize that I know everything?"

Anguirus snapped her fingers and the duo drew their attention back to her. She handed him the other note, "He left this with the bartender at the club Dark Corner last night for me."

"Dark Corner..." Sherlock mumbled, reading over the note.

"Excuse me," A man with pepper sprinkled hair tapped Anguirus on the shoulder, "We'll need you to come down to the station for questioning." Anguirus huffed.

"And we'll need you too," He nodded towards Sherlock, "Because none of us know sign language."

"And he just... stared." Lestrade asked.

Anguirus nodded.

"She said yes."

"Yes, thank you, Sherlock." Lestrade rubbed his forehead, "And tell us what happened today."

Anguirus started signing and Sherlock spoke, "She went to the club Dark Corner, but the bartender had been murdered. So, her and... Dylan went to a pub for a drink. She was talking about the note she had received and he popped up. He introduced himself, but she ignored him. She was trained to detect danger and he seemed very dangerous. She ignored him, he gave her his number and left."

"Wait," Sherlock said, "What kind of training did you do? No, don't tell me." Sherlock narrowed his eyes. Everything about her said 'relaxed'. Nothing gave away where she had been trained. That was strange to him. It was also strange that she seemed too relaxed after finding human remains in her kitchen.

"Never mind, do tell me." He said.

"It's confidential." Anguirus signed. She's not allowed to speak about anything Military related. It'd be like painting a target on to her back.

"Wait," She signed, "Someone also tried to follow me home last night, but I... managed to evade him."

"Do you know who it was that was following you?" Lestrade asked.

"It was a big man. Blonde hair. White."

Lestrade sighed and leaned forward, "Jim Moriarty is a very dangerous man. Perhaps the most dangerous man in the world. We're going to have to put you under protection."

Anguirus signed, "I don't need protection. I need his address so I can personally rip his heart out for distressing my family."

Sherlock stared for a moment.

"Sherlock, what did she say?" Lestrade was cautious, due to her unnecessarily large arm movements.

"She said... that she agrees. Lestrade, I would also like the case file on this and the shooting of Billy Matherson at the club Dark Corner. I am more than certain that Moriarty had his men kill the bartender."

"Wait... Billy Matherson? He was the guy that was missing his..."

"You have a body without any eyeballs and you didn't think to tell me?!" Sherlock yelled irritably.

"I just forgot, okay?" Lestrade sighed, "Anguirus, you're free to go."

"No, she's not. She's coming with me."

"To the morgue?"

"I'm sure she'll be fine. Z!"

Anguirus rolled her eyes and stood up, walking out of the interrogation room after the tall man. It was strange how he said one of her nicknames and not her full name. The only other person who's called her Z is Jacob and Dylan.

"So, where did you get your scars?"

Anguirus' hand shot up to her shoulders and she rubbed them before signing, "Where did you get yours?"

Sherlock hummed, "Not many people notice it. Good eye. Dr. Watson split my lip when I faked my own death and didn't tell him about it."

They reached the morgue and saw that John was already there with a woman who looked to be working there.

"Sherlock! Oh, hello! Who are you?"

"Molly, this is Z, Z this is Molly." Anguirus let out an uncomfortable wave. Now everyone was going to call her it.

Anguirus figured it was better than a Godzilla monster who got its throat ripped out.

"Hello... Z."

"Sherlock, what is she doing here? You can't just bring people off the streets." John hissed.

Anguirus started signing and Sherlock chuckled, "She said to not be angry at her for rejecting you. You're not her type."

"I'm not-" John sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose, "What I meant was that this is a morgue. Not everyone is comfortable with dead bodies."

"Oh, relax! Molly, we need Billy Matherson. Quickly!"

Molly let out an 'oh' and grabbed her chart, searching to find where the put Billy. Anguirus was staring intently at John, making him uncomfortable. That was the point, really. Besides the fact that she was trying to figure out which branch of the Military he was in. It was so obvious that he was a soldier. Unlike Anguirus, who made sure that no one could ever tell for her own protection.

"Here he is."

They all gathered around the corpse of the bartender that gave Anguirus her lime juice twice a night. Molly frowned, "Poor fellow. He had a family too."

"His wife was leaving him for another woman and was planning to take the kids. So, not really." Sherlock pulled out a little magnifying glass and started working. Anguirus tilted her head. It was not the first time she had seen someone with gouged eyeballs, but it was the first time that she knew them on a semi-personal level.

"So," Molly leaned into her, "How did you and Sherlock meet?"

"Molly," Sherlock looked closely at the holes where the eyes should be, "In this case, jealousy is not the best form of flattery." Anguirus' eyebrows shot up in the air.

"Sherlock!" John scolded.

"... Excuse me." Molly walked out of the room hurriedly.

Anguirus signed something. "What? Sherlock, what did Z just say?" Anguirus rolled her eyes and signed again when Sherlock glanced at her.

"She said, "Sensitive, isn't she?""

John shook his head, "You're just like Sherlock, aren't you?"

"Not quite." Sherlock shut his magnifying glass and slammed billy back into his cubby, "She is incredibly smart, however. Have you figured it out, Z?"

Anguirus looked at Sherlock who glanced pointedly at John. She signed, "Army Doctor. Lady's man, but only dates women about a week at a time. He is judgmental and has high morals, but is not afraid to bend them at times. He was shot in the shoulder, has PTSD, and goes to therapy when he has nightmares."

Sherlock pulled an impressed face, "I take it back, she is very much like me. Well, she missed all of the important things."

Anguirus rolled her eyes, "I'm going home. It's my brother's birthday."

Anguirus walked out of the morgue, listening to John pester Sherlock as to what she was saying. She walked out onto the street and her phone buzzed in her back pocket. It was Harper. Anguirus answered with two taps on the receiver.

"Anguirus," She sounded very stressed, "I know it's about one in the morning but could you possible find a 24 hour supermarket and pick up a cake for Jacob? Once for yes, twice for no."

Anguirus sighed and tapped on the receiver once.

"Thank you so much. I'll pay you back when you get in."