The next day was when it happened.

Sherlock opened the door to wake up Charlotte for another busy day in London when he saw her.

She was sleeping soundly with blood surrounding her bed.

"CHARLOTTE," he yelled, shaking her sleeping form.

"Ugh what now," she asked until she saw the blood.

"OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL?!"

She then saw more blood leaving her legs.

"WHO IN THE HELL STABBED ME WHILE I WAS ASLEEP?!"

"JAWN, CHARLOTTE GOT STABBED THERE IS BLOOD ALL OVER HER BED I NEED YOUR HELP."

"Does she have stomach pains," he asked calmly but annoyed that he was woken up from his deep sleep.

"OF COURSE SHE'S IN PAIN JAWN SHE GOT STABBED."

"I'm passing it to Mary," he sighed.

"What is it Sherlock," she sighed.

"CHARLOTTE GOT STABBED!"

"What?!"

"I NEED YOUR HELP."

"Sherlock she's on her period."

"Her what?!"

"Her period. It's normal for teenage girls to go through this at least once a month," she sighed.

"Where they GET STABBED?!"

"No Sher, it's a sign that she's not pregnant. I'll come over," she sighed.

"How did you not know?!"

"Must have deleted it," he sighed seeing Mary get new sheets.

"Well she'll be in a bad mood for the rest of the day so I suggest you be, well-"

"Not myself?"

"Exactly," she joked.

Then Charlotte came in the room with a big frown on her face.

"Oh hi Char how are you?"

"Terrible," she sighed opening the fridge, "do we have ice cream?"

"No," Sherlock replied carefully.

"What about chocolate?"

"Nope."

"Ughhhh please tell me you at least have a case?! Oh wait I can't go because you're afraid I'll get high on the fresh air or something," she snapped.

"What," Mary asked confused.

Sherlock then explained what happened yesterday.

"He's trying his best Char," she sighed.

"I know," she sniffed quickly, "I'm a jerk aren't I?!"

"No no no-"

"I am. I'm sorry. I know I'm not a good person," she said looking at the ground.

"Let's just go to the case," he said getting annoyed with the mood swings.

"Really?! I can go?!"

"Yes."

"Yay! Bye Mary!"

"Well she got happy pretty fast."

The next night, Charlotte opened up the door to see Donovan on the other side.

"What do you want," she snapped.

"We're here for a drugs bust."

"A who ha?"

"Drugs. Bust. Apparently you're freak of a father is on drugs again?"

"WHAT?!"

"No Donovan," Lestrade corrected, "Sherlock actually was the one who called. Said it was for...," he paused trying to come up with an excuse without spilling the beans, "precautionary measures."

"You can't be serious?"

"You've gotta problem with it freak Jr," Donovan asked as she entered the door.

"Yeah."

"Well that's too bad."

"Like how you ruined Anderson's marriage. Now he won't talk to you. Now THAT is too bad," she laughed looking at the tissues in Donovan's back pocket.

She just stared at her for a moment before saying, "one day your father or you are going to end up in the station. And when you do, don't come crying to me."

"Trust me I won't," she stated while moving her dad's gun around on her pointer finger, smirking.

"I told you they couldn't come," Sherlock suddenly interrupted coming in the room looking at Donovan and Anderson.

"I still can't believe you ordered a drugs bust," Charlotte spat shaking her head, "if their were drugs," she whispered, "you would of found them by now."

"This is for precautionary measures," he whispered back, "TAKE AWAY THE PILLS TOO," he ordered towards the people in the back.

"Im going," Charlotte announced.

"Where?"

"Out."

Suddenly she was greeted, as always, by cameras and paparazzi.

You would think you would get used to it.

But you never do.

"CHARLOTTE RUMOR HAS IT YOU HAVE A FAMILY HISTORY OF ADDICTION PROBLEMS IS THAT TRUE?!"

How did they figure it out so quickly?!

"WHY IS THERE A DRUGS BUST GOING ON IN YOUR HOME?!"

"IS IT TRUE SHERLOCK HAS A HISTORY OF DRUG ABUSE AS WELL?!"

She suddenly stopped on the street and looked at the cameras.

"Where are you getting this information from?!"

"From famous sports superstar Elizabeth Watson. Apparently you guys are family friends?!"

Like Charlotte, Elizabeth grew in fame as well.

But in the exact opposite way.

Through sports.

She was a champion in rugby, football, track, and so much more and has been a champion ever since the age of five right after Charlotte first met her.

Getting a cab to the Watson home, Charlotte banged on the door.

"Hello John," she said calmly.

"Hi," he said concerned, "Mary told me what happened a couple days ago and I heard what's going on in your home right now, are you okay?"

"Just fantastic sir," she said sarcastically, as she walked in, "especially since your daughter spilled the beans to the press!"

"IT WAS AN ACCIDENT I SWEAR," she yelled from another room, then walked in.

"Accident my ass Eliza. You were an accident."

"Yeah," she nodded, "so were you," she countered.

"Now I'm going to be known forever as the druggie who always needs a fix!"

"MAYBE BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT YOU ARE!"

"Okay girls-," John started until Charlotte leapt towards Eliza with full force with a fist.

"TAKE THAT BACK!"

"NEVER!"

They then kept rolling on the floor punching each other in the face. It was a pretty even fight and there was no clear winner.

John and Mary struggled to keep the girls apart but they did it eventually.

"ELIZA HAS SMOKED WEED BEFORE!"

"NO I HAVEN'T!"

"Then why is a drug dealer your number 1 contact," she asked seeing her phone in the distance.

"Like you haven't Charlotte Holmes," she spat.

"Try me."

"GIRLS," John yelled as the two once again got louder and louder while Mary and John held them back.

"WHAT," they both said at the same time.

It was then silent until the two girls interrupted it in high pitched laughter.

John then looked at the two confused.

"Women," he muttered.

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