Sorry for the shortness but I'm working diligently away and will try and get more up ASAP. I hope you are all enjoying it and please keep reviewing, they brighten my day!

-SSB

Caitlin recovered, the boys once again started on case interviews, and life returned to normal. Spring passed quickly, and before she knew it, June had arrived. Still working away, Caitlin had started to become very well known, and her designs began appearing in major companies. She had finally gotten her dream job. Ms. Summers was wonderful to work with, and taught Caitlin new things every day.

Cursing, Caitlin ran down the stairs and out the door, praying that she wouldn't end up late. Her alarm hadn't gone off and she was running way behind. After catching the tube, she quickly ran into her building and went to go put a few things in her office. She'd made it with five minutes to spare, so she grabbed a cup of coffee before heading to the main studio. Hmmm. She was the first one there. Flipping the lights on, Caitlin cleaned up some of the workspaces from the previous day before calling out to where her boss' office resided. Heading to the back, Caitlin could see Elaine's door slightly open, the light from inside spilling into the hall.

"Good Morning Elaine, How are you- Oh God!"

Caitlin's coffee mug crashed to floor as she saw Elaine Summers sprawled on the floor, blood pooling around her. Her throat had been slit and her body was covered in horrible cuts, slashes, burns, and who knows what else. That hadn't been what had shocked and scared Caitlin so much however. Scrawled on the wall in blood were the words

'You're next.'

Backing out, Caitlin quickly dialed Lestrade, leaving the studio to wait.

As Caitlin sat outside the studio, she couldn't get the horrible image of Elaine's body out of her mind. It was laid out exactly like hers had been. Exactly like…

"Abby…"

Sighing, a tear rolled down her cheek, and as Caitlin swatted it away, the memory she tried so desperately to forget came flooding back.

Caitlin had been out running errands, taking her time so she could enjoy the lovely day. London after all had very few of them. She tried to visit Abby as much as she could and had learned her way around London quickly. Her sister had always made it a point to take her on an excursion every time she came. Finally reaching the door of her sister's apartment, Caitlin became incredibly alarmed when she noticed the door ajar, the frame marked and broken. Someone had broken in. Pushing it open, Caitlin dropped her bags, shakily pulling the gun Abby kept hidden in the front chest from its hiding place. Hurrying down the hall, Caitlin was filled with dread. She didn't like how quiet it was. Calling out, she was careful to keep the gun close.

"Abby?"

Checking the whole of downstairs and finding everything a mess, Caitlin called her sister's name a few more times. When no answer came, Caitlin headed upstairs. After looking through the guest room and bathroom, she reached Abby's room, the door nearly off its hinges. Slipping through, gun drawn, she dropped it with a scream, turning away in horror. Abby was thrown across her bed, sheets blood soaked. Numerous slashes, burns, and marks where the murderer had carved skin from her body covered her. Her throat was slit and her hazel eyes stared blankly at the ceiling. Unable to stay in the room any longer, Caitlin ran from the room, stumbling down the stairs, before grabbing the phone and dialing the police. Collapsing against the wall, Caitlin slid to the floor sitting in shock. Before long she couldn't hold back anymore, and sobs began to wrack her body.

Caitlin's eyes were clenched shut. Elaine's murder was so similar to Abby's. Her injures and body position were nearly the same. She couldn't stand thinking about it. Refusing to give into her emotions, Caitlin took a deep breath and hoped Greg would get there soon.

As soon as Lestrade arrived, Caitlin told him as much as she knew, including how she found her boss, before begging him to let her leave, even though he implored her to stay put until the boys showed. Seeing John and Sherlock was the last thing she wanted at the moment, and finally Lestade relented, telling Caitlin not to go far. Promising Greg she was going straight home, he sent a single police car to escort her. Caitlin was silent the entire way, the officer driving her quiet as well. After stepping from the car, she thanked him before watching him drive away. Heaving a sigh, Caitlin entered 221B before heading up and collapsing on her sofa.

She thought he was gone. After what had happened last year…Sniffling, Caitlin stood and went to the kitchen. Turning the kettle on, Caitlin just stared out her window. No matter how hard she tried to hide, Caitlin knew that this person intended to find her. And it would only be a short amount of time before they inevitability would.

After Sherlock and John arrived, Sherlock quickly went to work. Discussing his findings, his train of thought broke when John asked,

"Where's Caitlin?"

Lestrade tried to ignore the sharp and pointed look he was receiving from Sherlock as he answered John's question.

"She begged off. I had a police car escort her home."

"Idiot!"

John and Greg started at Sherlock's outburst. Watching him rush towards the door, Lestrade called,

"What?! What's the problem?"

Sticking his head back in, Sherlock hissed,

"The killer will be coming for her next!"

Both John and Lestrade's eyes widened before the former rushed after his flatmate and the latter radioed the officer who had driven her back.

As Sherlock and John ran up the stairs of Baker Street, Mrs. Hudson poked her head out.

"If you two are looking for Caitlin, she isn't here. I just caught her as she was leaving."

Stopping in their tracks John asked,

"Did she say where she was headed?"

Before Mrs. Hudson could say anything, Sherlock had turned and rushed back out.

"Nevermind.."

Mrs. Hudson just rolled her eyes, shaking her head.

"I'm afraid we'll never understand that mind of his dear."

As she shut the door to her own flat, John continued up the stairs, muttering,

"You can say that again."