Sara and Cornelius sat in the old study, exchanging words and tea. Cornelius gave his stories when he was in the Military and part of the Royal Batallion before becoming a journalist.

"Then Frank freaked out when we filled his shoes with lunch sludge because he was a clean freak... we got punished anyway" Cornelius laughed and Sara giggled softly. Sara then got a text from Sherlock.

Where are you? -SH

Sara looked at Cornelius before standing "I have to go... Sherlock is getting worried... I should go. I'll come back tomorrow" Sara told him before leaving and going back in the pouring rain.

On my way -Sara

Sara came back soaked and looked around. Mrs. Hudson looked at her who just came back from delivering tea "Oh Deary! You're soaking. Well Sherlock has also been worried sick"

"I'm sorry Mrs. Hudson. Must've lost track of time" she nodded.

"Well, tell him and John that" She told her. Sara nodded and went up the stairs. Sherlock and John looked up at her "You could've taken a cab ya know" Sherlock told her.

"Didn't have any money on me" Sara replied "And I'm sorry. I lost track of time" she apologized.

"We need to talk but first... get into something dry before you get sick. The last thing I need is for me to take care of you because your immune system decides to malfunction" Sherlock glared and Sara nodded, walking to her room and shut the door.

John frowned slightly "Don't you think that was a tiny bit harsh?"

"Maybe a little" replied Sherlock as he took a sip of tea. Sara came back a while later and was in dry clothes and hair brushed, grabbing a wooden chair and sat down in it.

"We are... aware that your biological father is alive and you've been kind of upset about it. But we also have a feeling that he maybe the culprit to this case. Your father did work for the Tower Tribune and your mother was a model. I think he is trying to avenge his late wife 16 years later" He rambled as Sara looked down "I-Uh... met him today... we saw each other on Maple St and we chatted for a few minutes, invited me to his house for tea and then you texted and I came home" She explained, lying.

"Don't you know what danger you could've been in Sara? What would've happened if you got hurt and I wasn't there to protect you?" Sherlock scoulded. John then looked back at Sara "Sherlock unfortunately is right here Sara. He-"

"I'm always right John" Sherlock interrupted.

"Shut up Sherlock" John sternly said as he cleared his throat "The point is... you have hardly known him. You can't trust him. We have suspicions that he is a criminal and if he hurt you or anyone close, we couldn't forgive ourselves" John continued "You understand?" He asked and Sara nodded gently in reply.

"Good. I think this discussion is over... ok well how about some dinner" John suggested.

"That does sound pretty good right now" Sara added "Does soup work with anyone?" she asked.

Sherlock nodded gently as John stood "Want to help Sara?" he offered "Sure" She nodded before standing up.

Sherlock went on his phone for a moment and texted somebody. Sara and John chatted, making soup together and laughing. Sherlock couldn't help but give a slight grin at the people he called family, seeing them gave him joy and a sense of pride, despite all that has happened in recent history and was willing to protect his family at all costs.

"I'll go get Rosie" Sara told John and he nodded as she went to their room and picked up Rosie and placed her in the high chair as she babbled happily and giggled. John finished the soup for everyone and got some bowls and commenced having dinner. After Dinner, they cleaned the kitchen and relaxed for the rest of the evening.

Over the next few weeks, Sara decided to see her father, Cornelius rather often and have tea usually after school, despite Sherlock's demands. One day, Sara was at his place and was waiting for him when she decided to explore the house more. She stood and slowly went over to the basement where she heard "HELP! SOMEBODY PLEASE!" A woman yelled. Sara got startled slightly and quietly went downstairs and saw a woman who was screaming and crying hysterically, being strapped to a table with blood on her body.

Being shocked and in awe, Sara felt like she couldn't move and looked at the man and her eyes widened "C-Cornelius..." She muttered and he turned back and he stepped back "Sara... I... you need to understand-"

"You are a murderer thats killing these models... I knew I should've listened to them..."

Cornelius suddenly turned to Sara with a darkened expression on his "Yes... you should've" he told her before walking slowly over to her with a big machete in his hand. Sara then started running up the stairs and then quickly out the door and kept running and heard "YOU CAN RUN BUT YOU CAN'T HIDE SARA!" as she got farther away and ran back to 221B Baker St.