A girl with waist length wavy brown hair walked down Baker street. The known John Watson followed close behind. He had a phone to his ear talking to the well known Sherlock Holmes.
" No...No calm down Sherlock it is just my younger sister Sam." John sighed into the phone. " Can you open the door." They where at the door of the Flat. Sam opened the door and Miss Hutson walked over. " Oh what a lovely young girl." she said. Sam just smiled and nodded her head. John covered his ears when he heard gun shots " SHERLOCK!." he yelled and ran up the stairs. Sam followed slowly behind. She came to the door way and watched her brother take a gun from the man in a robe. She studied his face and then looked at the flat.
" Sherlock this is my kid sister.. Sam Watson." Sam looked at Sherlock.
" She is unnaturally alert. She is near a sharp thing telling me she is afraid of strangers." He said fast. " the scars on her hands tell me she has been in a fight. Her clothes say she just got them today. " He took a step closer. He took a breath to go on with his deduction
" Sherlock! Just stop." John snapped and Sherlock looked at him.
" oh but it gos so much deeper." He said. John grabbed Sam's arm and walked to his room.
" Sorry about him." John said " I haven't told him anything about you. "
" It is fine." she said calmly. " he was right in his deduction, but he also over looked me." Sam smirked " I can do the same thing."
She unpacked her clothes she just got and changed. She walked down in a pair of black cargo pants and a compression shirt. Her hair was up in a pony tail. Sam was a thin and well built girl. Her height twas around 5'7 and she looked young to be a 23 year old. She looked more 19 then 23.
" I'm going to the gym." She said and walked out of the flat.
" Why haven't you ever told me about her." Sherlock asked john out of the blue.
" Well she has been missing for 7 years." John said softly. " She went missing when she was 15 when she was walking home. The cops tried to find her for 2 years but the people who took her didn't have a pattern and they didn't leave anything...." he trailed off and turned his back to his flatmate. " Sorry" his voice was shaky. " I got the call late last night." he went to finish
" so you left me a note saying you had to go and will be back this afternoon." Sherlock finished it for him." I havent told her about you or the case we are on." John said and nodded, it was 7:30 when Sam walked back into the flat. John was making food and Sherlock was thinking and staring at his skull.
" Let me help." Sam said and walked over to her brother. She helped him cook. " Thinking about a 4 in a row suicide-murder case." Sam said not looking at Sherlock. " 3 nicotine patches to think. High-Fuctional sociopath?" she asked glancing at him. John just stared at her with a spoon in his hand. Sherlock looked at the young girl with wide eyes. " Yes." he said and got up to sit at the table. They watched each others movements as they ate. John moved slightly and tried to make small talk. After dinner they both did the dishes, Sam and Sherlock. " I'm going to bed." Sam said and walked back to the room John and Sam shared.
" How did she do that." Sherlock hissed at john. He sat in his chair balancing on the balls of his feet.
" I-I dont know." John said and sat down. They both talked and soon John went to bed. Sherlock sat in his chair his hands pressed together, his fingers rested on his chin. " an interesting girl.... an interesting girl indeed....." He went back to thinking but his mind would wander to when Sam talked to him. John could have told her, but john said that she didnt know anything about him. He would look into her passed later or just watch her.
chapter 2
Sam woke up early the next morning. She sat up and the sheets dropped down to her waist. She swung her legs over the bed and got up. She yawned and got some clothes. The girl slowly made her way to the bathroom to take a shower. In the 7 years of being missing she hadn't had a warm shower. It was all different to her. A warm soft bed a nice shower. Where was she for 7 years. Part of a secret black market lab. In a dark run down cave. Cells and metal beds. If you tried to get out, they would kill you. One of her friends went to get out and she watched him get shot down. She was letting the warm water run down her back and in her hair. Lost in deep thought she slipped when someone knocked on the door.
" Sam? You okay?" John asked when he heard a thud after he knocked. The girl sat with her knees pulled up into her chest. Her breath ragged and her heart beating. " F-fine." She said. a few minutes passed and she opened the door. Her lower back had started to bruise but she didn't show pain.
" You okay?" john asked looking in her green grey eyes. " Yes, of course." she said and walked back to her bed. every step she took it hurt a lot. She had a sight limp but john brushed it off. sherlock was in his chair with some tea and his laptop. Sam walked into the room and sat down in a newly placed arm chair next to Johns. They just started at each other till John walked in. It was a test of will power. Sam held a old leather journal. She took out a pen wrapped in the same leather and started to write stuff down in it. She had it so Sherlock couldn't see it. The journal held memories of her time in the Lab. The hopeful ones and ones that could haunt the toughest men. Sherlock saw blood stains on the edges and scratch marks in the leather. Sam wrote down her memories and ideas and dreams. It held the secret that brought down the lab. John handed Sherlock a folder with papers in it about the case they had. Johns phone rang and he walked out of the
room. He came back " I'm going out with a girl so I will be back later." he said. Sherlock and Sam nodded and went back to what they where doing. John kissed Sam's cheek and walked out with his jacket. Sherlock was going to preform an experiment on Sam. He got up and grabbed his coat " I am going out." He said and walked out. He made it sound like he walked down the stairs. Sam thought of him as just a smart person. a few minutes after he left she set down her journal.
" Time for some fun." She said and grabbed his laptop and the files. She set them out of the floor and hacked into Sherlock's laptop. Sh also took johns but she knew the password. " So all of them have no ties between each other and where in a place they had no reason to be at." She mumbled pacing the room. Sherlock stood close to the door and looked a mirror that reflected in to the living room. Sam looked at the files again. " cause of death was a pill. " she said and kept reading. " All good family's." she sighed " I don't get it. " she sat down. At that moment Sherlock's phone rang. Sam grabbed her knife that was in her waist band. Then she grabbed her gun. Sherlock looked at the number and sighed. It was Greg. He stepped out of his hiding spot and looked at Sam.She had her gun crossed over her knife. " So I was right." He said and turned off his phone. " You arn't just a girl." Sam's brown frowned in anger. She flipped her knife and then threw it at
Sherlock. It cut his ear slightly but it hit the wall behind him.
" I knew you wouldn't do it." He said with a smirk. He took in a sharp breath and they started to fight. each punch they both would block. They threw each other and after about and hour they both laid next to each other with ripped clothes and scratched skin.
" well then." Sam said and sat up and Sherlock turned on his phone. It rang again. It was Greg tell Sherlock about another dead body.
" wanna see a dead body." he asked Sam.
" Of course I do." She said and got up and changed. They both walked out and got a taxi. She was in a pair of black skinny jeans and a white long sleved compression shirt. She wore black combat boots. She wore a black trench coat almost the same as his " Hey thats my style." he said pointing
" Is not I have had this jacket for years." She said and walked out. It was funny looking at them both. Collars flipped up and their strides smooth. Sam's hair was down and flicked behind her in the wind. They both thought of the rising feeling for each other. The wanting to learn more about each other and the want to stay close to each other. As if it would save them for something that they had had for years. Loneliness, ya Sherlock liked having John but he needed something else.
Chapter 3
Sam walked over the the womans body that laid on the ground. She watched as Sherlock bent down and looked at the body.
" Stuck out in the rain." Sam said as she looked and touched the body. " right handed." she looked at the letters scratched into the wood floor. " hey look, the freak has a girl with him." A woman said and looked at Sam. " Morons." Sam said under her breath. " Hes a psychopath you know." The woman said when Sherlock was talking with a guy and Sam stood off leaning on a wall " High functional sociopath." She corrected her.
" You have a stressful job, and dont like that fact the someone is smarter then you. He also gets all of the glory when he solves a case." Sam said " and yes I AM a psychopath." Sam smirked and followed after Sherlock as he ran down the stairs. " Please try not to scar the low levels." Sherlock said as they ran to a taxi.
" Not my problem if they are boring." she growled and got in.
The woman stood there a bit terrified by the girl. " Well now there are two freaks." She hissed and walked over to Greg. Sam went back to the flat and john had left a note saying he was staying at his girlfriends house. Sam sighed and went and got changed into some baggy sweat pants and a black sports bra. Sherlock came back with a pink suit case. She looked over at him as he talked really fast and opened it. A few hours passed
" sherlock......Sherlock......SHERLOCK." He jumped when she shouted his name " You need to sleep. " she said " You need to sleep every 56 hours." She stood up. " I am going to sleep." she said and he followed and left to his room. Sam laid in her bed half of the covers on her, the other half not. She closed her eyes to be haunted by sleep. A dream of the first time she killed someone when she was at the lab and then when her friend got shot down and then the day they put animal DNA in her. The girl sat up and screamed. A thud was heard and then loud foot steps. The door swung open to revel a heavy breathing Sherlock. " Sam!" he looked at the bed and saw she wasnt there.
He saw her curled up in a dark corner in the room. His body relaxed and he slowly walked over to Sam. He didnt move to fast for he knew she was scared.
" Sam... its okay, nothing is going to hurt you." He said and knelt down in front of her.
" I-I ' m scared." She said her voice cracking. He touched her arm and guided her close to him. Once she got close enough he picked her up and walked over to the bed. The window was open and the wind was cold and bitter. Sam felt numb but not cold. Sherlock got up and closed the window.
" It will stay clod in here for the rest of the night." he said " You should come and stay in my room. " she nodded slowly and he helped her up. He put a arm around her waist. the presser maid her gasp. The black and blue mark on her lower back was still there but it hadnt hurt for a while. " Sorry." he mumbled and just picked her up. An arm under her knees and a arm behind her back.When he go to his room he set her down and covered her with the blankets " Go back to sleep, my love." Sherlock kissed her fore head and she went back to sleep. He soon joined her and fell asleep. The next morning he heard people walk into his flat. He got up and walked out. He saw Greg in his chair and people looking through his stuff.
" What are you doing!?" he asked/snapped. A person when to go into his room " Dont!" he said and ran over. he pulled the guy back. This raised peoples attention. " It is a drug search. " Greg said and stood up. " Search his room." he told them.
" Stay out of my room." Sherlock growled lowly. They stepped back a little " Whats so important that we can go in?" Anderson asked. Sherlock opened his mouth and then shut it. He went into his room and then closed the door and locked it. He walked over to Sam's side " Love..." he said softly and shook her shoulder. " Hmmm?" she answered. " wrap your arms around my neck." He said and picked her up bridle style. Sam rested her head on his shoulder still mostly asleep. He unlocked the door and opened it. Every stepped back and let him through. All of the guys had wide eyes and opened mouths. " Dont make to much noise she is still asleep." He said and they nodded and kept searching. He went to his chair and sat down with her in his lap. He slung a blanket over the both of them and he smiled sightly.
" Are these human eye balls?" Someone asked holding up a gar of eye balls " Yes and put them back!" Sherlock whispered yelled " They where in the microwave...?" Sherlock rolled his eyes " its an experiment." he hissed and sighed. " idiots.''
chapter 4
After a While Sam woke up fully and looked around. She got up and stretched. Sherlock was thinking and then his phone went off.
" Sherlock this taxi.." Mrs. Hutson said at the door way
" SHUT-UP." He yelled at everyone and jumped. " Who can hunt in a crowed and not get caught." He mumbled. " Anderson turn around your putting me off." He said and Anderson when to answer " Just do it." Greg and Sam snapped. Then they looked at each other. To top it all off John walked in and disturbed Sherlock's thinking.
" John shut-up." Sherlock said and then looked around " I got it." He went to his laptop. " Rachel!" Everyone looked around. Sam thought and got the idea. Her face brightened up and she ran over and started to type. Everyone just watched " Can you tell me whats going on?" John asked.
" You mean you dont know?" Sherlock said in shock.
" You guys must be so bored, with your small minds." Sam said
" small minds?!" Greg snapped " We dont have small minds!"
" Dont you see! Rachel was a password. To her emails!" Sam said and jumped up and down capping.
" What we going to read her emails." Anderson scoffed
" No we are going to use her smart phone that is still with the murderer. We can track it using her email and find the killer." Sam and Sherlock said together.
They glared playfully at each other and went back to work.
" The taxi...." Mrs. Hutson said softly. Sherlock looked at his phone and stood up and closed the laptop. " I have to go." He said and grabbed his scarf and Jacket. Sam followed behind him. He got to the door and stopped " Not this time Sam." He said looking down at her. " I can haled this on my own, watch the Flat and all of the morons in it." He kissed her cheek and she nodded. Sam went back up and opened the laptop. She started the search again and paced. Everyone was talking. " If you are done here get out!" She snapped and everyone but john left. They waited for a few minutes and then the computer dinged. Sam looked at it. " Oh my God." she grabbed her coat and ran to her dresser. She grabbed a gun and a clip. " Come along John." She said and walked out. She called for a taxi and got in. She told the driver the address and said to go fast. John watched and she got her gun ready.
" What happened to you in those 7 years?" He asked softly. Sam stopped and looked at him
" I am not a small helpless little girl anymore." She said " I have been trained for 7 years to kill. I have cat DNA also." She looked behind them " And yes I have killed, also I have medical training and I took down a large black market Lab. The one that took me." She got out and ran into the college. John was shoked but finally got out. " Why are you in a rush!" He asked her
" Sherlock is in danger and he will do anything to have a rush and finish this case." She said and ran trying to get into rooms. She handed John a gun " Take this." She said. They ran past a window and she stopped and back tracked. She saw Sherlock raise a pill to his lips. With out any hesitation she shot the man across from Sherlock a few times. Then she ran out of the college. John and Sam stood off as she told him more about her life for the past of the 7 years she was missing. John hugged her and he let a tear run down his face,.
" I'm so sorry." He said softly
" It cant be undone. It is all burnt into me." She said and hugged back. Then Sherlock started to walk over " You cant tell him about my life. Just say you shot him and I just tagged along." With that they parted. The secret was between the siblings. Sam would tell Sherlock when she was ready.
" No...No calm down Sherlock it is just my younger sister Sam." John sighed into the phone. " Can you open the door." They where at the door of the Flat. Sam opened the door and Miss Hutson walked over. " Oh what a lovely young girl." she said. Sam just smiled and nodded her head. John covered his ears when he heard gun shots " SHERLOCK!." he yelled and ran up the stairs. Sam followed slowly behind. She came to the door way and watched her brother take a gun from the man in a robe. She studied his face and then looked at the flat.
" Sherlock this is my kid sister.. Sam Watson." Sam looked at Sherlock.
" She is unnaturally alert. She is near a sharp thing telling me she is afraid of strangers." He said fast. " the scars on her hands tell me she has been in a fight. Her clothes say she just got them today. " He took a step closer. He took a breath to go on with his deduction
" Sherlock! Just stop." John snapped and Sherlock looked at him.
" oh but it gos so much deeper." He said. John grabbed Sam's arm and walked to his room.
" Sorry about him." John said " I haven't told him anything about you. "
" It is fine." she said calmly. " he was right in his deduction, but he also over looked me." Sam smirked " I can do the same thing."
She unpacked her clothes she just got and changed. She walked down in a pair of black cargo pants and a compression shirt. Her hair was up in a pony tail. Sam was a thin and well built girl. Her height twas around 5'7 and she looked young to be a 23 year old. She looked more 19 then 23.
" I'm going to the gym." She said and walked out of the flat.
" Why haven't you ever told me about her." Sherlock asked john out of the blue.
" Well she has been missing for 7 years." John said softly. " She went missing when she was 15 when she was walking home. The cops tried to find her for 2 years but the people who took her didn't have a pattern and they didn't leave anything...." he trailed off and turned his back to his flatmate. " Sorry" his voice was shaky. " I got the call late last night." he went to finish
" so you left me a note saying you had to go and will be back this afternoon." Sherlock finished it for him." I havent told her about you or the case we are on." John said and nodded, it was 7:30 when Sam walked back into the flat. John was making food and Sherlock was thinking and staring at his skull.
" Let me help." Sam said and walked over to her brother. She helped him cook. " Thinking about a 4 in a row suicide-murder case." Sam said not looking at Sherlock. " 3 nicotine patches to think. High-Fuctional sociopath?" she asked glancing at him. John just stared at her with a spoon in his hand. Sherlock looked at the young girl with wide eyes. " Yes." he said and got up to sit at the table. They watched each others movements as they ate. John moved slightly and tried to make small talk. After dinner they both did the dishes, Sam and Sherlock. " I'm going to bed." Sam said and walked back to the room John and Sam shared.
" How did she do that." Sherlock hissed at john. He sat in his chair balancing on the balls of his feet.
" I-I dont know." John said and sat down. They both talked and soon John went to bed. Sherlock sat in his chair his hands pressed together, his fingers rested on his chin. " an interesting girl.... an interesting girl indeed....." He went back to thinking but his mind would wander to when Sam talked to him. John could have told her, but john said that she didnt know anything about him. He would look into her passed later or just watch her.
chapter 2
Sam woke up early the next morning. She sat up and the sheets dropped down to her waist. She swung her legs over the bed and got up. She yawned and got some clothes. The girl slowly made her way to the bathroom to take a shower. In the 7 years of being missing she hadn't had a warm shower. It was all different to her. A warm soft bed a nice shower. Where was she for 7 years. Part of a secret black market lab. In a dark run down cave. Cells and metal beds. If you tried to get out, they would kill you. One of her friends went to get out and she watched him get shot down. She was letting the warm water run down her back and in her hair. Lost in deep thought she slipped when someone knocked on the door.
" Sam? You okay?" John asked when he heard a thud after he knocked. The girl sat with her knees pulled up into her chest. Her breath ragged and her heart beating. " F-fine." She said. a few minutes passed and she opened the door. Her lower back had started to bruise but she didn't show pain.
" You okay?" john asked looking in her green grey eyes. " Yes, of course." she said and walked back to her bed. every step she took it hurt a lot. She had a sight limp but john brushed it off. sherlock was in his chair with some tea and his laptop. Sam walked into the room and sat down in a newly placed arm chair next to Johns. They just started at each other till John walked in. It was a test of will power. Sam held a old leather journal. She took out a pen wrapped in the same leather and started to write stuff down in it. She had it so Sherlock couldn't see it. The journal held memories of her time in the Lab. The hopeful ones and ones that could haunt the toughest men. Sherlock saw blood stains on the edges and scratch marks in the leather. Sam wrote down her memories and ideas and dreams. It held the secret that brought down the lab. John handed Sherlock a folder with papers in it about the case they had. Johns phone rang and he walked out of the
room. He came back " I'm going out with a girl so I will be back later." he said. Sherlock and Sam nodded and went back to what they where doing. John kissed Sam's cheek and walked out with his jacket. Sherlock was going to preform an experiment on Sam. He got up and grabbed his coat " I am going out." He said and walked out. He made it sound like he walked down the stairs. Sam thought of him as just a smart person. a few minutes after he left she set down her journal.
" Time for some fun." She said and grabbed his laptop and the files. She set them out of the floor and hacked into Sherlock's laptop. Sh also took johns but she knew the password. " So all of them have no ties between each other and where in a place they had no reason to be at." She mumbled pacing the room. Sherlock stood close to the door and looked a mirror that reflected in to the living room. Sam looked at the files again. " cause of death was a pill. " she said and kept reading. " All good family's." she sighed " I don't get it. " she sat down. At that moment Sherlock's phone rang. Sam grabbed her knife that was in her waist band. Then she grabbed her gun. Sherlock looked at the number and sighed. It was Greg. He stepped out of his hiding spot and looked at Sam.She had her gun crossed over her knife. " So I was right." He said and turned off his phone. " You arn't just a girl." Sam's brown frowned in anger. She flipped her knife and then threw it at
Sherlock. It cut his ear slightly but it hit the wall behind him.
" I knew you wouldn't do it." He said with a smirk. He took in a sharp breath and they started to fight. each punch they both would block. They threw each other and after about and hour they both laid next to each other with ripped clothes and scratched skin.
" well then." Sam said and sat up and Sherlock turned on his phone. It rang again. It was Greg tell Sherlock about another dead body.
" wanna see a dead body." he asked Sam.
" Of course I do." She said and got up and changed. They both walked out and got a taxi. She was in a pair of black skinny jeans and a white long sleved compression shirt. She wore black combat boots. She wore a black trench coat almost the same as his " Hey thats my style." he said pointing
" Is not I have had this jacket for years." She said and walked out. It was funny looking at them both. Collars flipped up and their strides smooth. Sam's hair was down and flicked behind her in the wind. They both thought of the rising feeling for each other. The wanting to learn more about each other and the want to stay close to each other. As if it would save them for something that they had had for years. Loneliness, ya Sherlock liked having John but he needed something else.
Chapter 3
Sam walked over the the womans body that laid on the ground. She watched as Sherlock bent down and looked at the body.
" Stuck out in the rain." Sam said as she looked and touched the body. " right handed." she looked at the letters scratched into the wood floor. " hey look, the freak has a girl with him." A woman said and looked at Sam. " Morons." Sam said under her breath. " Hes a psychopath you know." The woman said when Sherlock was talking with a guy and Sam stood off leaning on a wall " High functional sociopath." She corrected her.
" You have a stressful job, and dont like that fact the someone is smarter then you. He also gets all of the glory when he solves a case." Sam said " and yes I AM a psychopath." Sam smirked and followed after Sherlock as he ran down the stairs. " Please try not to scar the low levels." Sherlock said as they ran to a taxi.
" Not my problem if they are boring." she growled and got in.
The woman stood there a bit terrified by the girl. " Well now there are two freaks." She hissed and walked over to Greg. Sam went back to the flat and john had left a note saying he was staying at his girlfriends house. Sam sighed and went and got changed into some baggy sweat pants and a black sports bra. Sherlock came back with a pink suit case. She looked over at him as he talked really fast and opened it. A few hours passed
" sherlock......Sherlock......SHERLOCK." He jumped when she shouted his name " You need to sleep. " she said " You need to sleep every 56 hours." She stood up. " I am going to sleep." she said and he followed and left to his room. Sam laid in her bed half of the covers on her, the other half not. She closed her eyes to be haunted by sleep. A dream of the first time she killed someone when she was at the lab and then when her friend got shot down and then the day they put animal DNA in her. The girl sat up and screamed. A thud was heard and then loud foot steps. The door swung open to revel a heavy breathing Sherlock. " Sam!" he looked at the bed and saw she wasnt there.
He saw her curled up in a dark corner in the room. His body relaxed and he slowly walked over to Sam. He didnt move to fast for he knew she was scared.
" Sam... its okay, nothing is going to hurt you." He said and knelt down in front of her.
" I-I ' m scared." She said her voice cracking. He touched her arm and guided her close to him. Once she got close enough he picked her up and walked over to the bed. The window was open and the wind was cold and bitter. Sam felt numb but not cold. Sherlock got up and closed the window.
" It will stay clod in here for the rest of the night." he said " You should come and stay in my room. " she nodded slowly and he helped her up. He put a arm around her waist. the presser maid her gasp. The black and blue mark on her lower back was still there but it hadnt hurt for a while. " Sorry." he mumbled and just picked her up. An arm under her knees and a arm behind her back.When he go to his room he set her down and covered her with the blankets " Go back to sleep, my love." Sherlock kissed her fore head and she went back to sleep. He soon joined her and fell asleep. The next morning he heard people walk into his flat. He got up and walked out. He saw Greg in his chair and people looking through his stuff.
" What are you doing!?" he asked/snapped. A person when to go into his room " Dont!" he said and ran over. he pulled the guy back. This raised peoples attention. " It is a drug search. " Greg said and stood up. " Search his room." he told them.
" Stay out of my room." Sherlock growled lowly. They stepped back a little " Whats so important that we can go in?" Anderson asked. Sherlock opened his mouth and then shut it. He went into his room and then closed the door and locked it. He walked over to Sam's side " Love..." he said softly and shook her shoulder. " Hmmm?" she answered. " wrap your arms around my neck." He said and picked her up bridle style. Sam rested her head on his shoulder still mostly asleep. He unlocked the door and opened it. Every stepped back and let him through. All of the guys had wide eyes and opened mouths. " Dont make to much noise she is still asleep." He said and they nodded and kept searching. He went to his chair and sat down with her in his lap. He slung a blanket over the both of them and he smiled sightly.
" Are these human eye balls?" Someone asked holding up a gar of eye balls " Yes and put them back!" Sherlock whispered yelled " They where in the microwave...?" Sherlock rolled his eyes " its an experiment." he hissed and sighed. " idiots.''
chapter 4
After a While Sam woke up fully and looked around. She got up and stretched. Sherlock was thinking and then his phone went off.
" Sherlock this taxi.." Mrs. Hutson said at the door way
" SHUT-UP." He yelled at everyone and jumped. " Who can hunt in a crowed and not get caught." He mumbled. " Anderson turn around your putting me off." He said and Anderson when to answer " Just do it." Greg and Sam snapped. Then they looked at each other. To top it all off John walked in and disturbed Sherlock's thinking.
" John shut-up." Sherlock said and then looked around " I got it." He went to his laptop. " Rachel!" Everyone looked around. Sam thought and got the idea. Her face brightened up and she ran over and started to type. Everyone just watched " Can you tell me whats going on?" John asked.
" You mean you dont know?" Sherlock said in shock.
" You guys must be so bored, with your small minds." Sam said
" small minds?!" Greg snapped " We dont have small minds!"
" Dont you see! Rachel was a password. To her emails!" Sam said and jumped up and down capping.
" What we going to read her emails." Anderson scoffed
" No we are going to use her smart phone that is still with the murderer. We can track it using her email and find the killer." Sam and Sherlock said together.
They glared playfully at each other and went back to work.
" The taxi...." Mrs. Hutson said softly. Sherlock looked at his phone and stood up and closed the laptop. " I have to go." He said and grabbed his scarf and Jacket. Sam followed behind him. He got to the door and stopped " Not this time Sam." He said looking down at her. " I can haled this on my own, watch the Flat and all of the morons in it." He kissed her cheek and she nodded. Sam went back up and opened the laptop. She started the search again and paced. Everyone was talking. " If you are done here get out!" She snapped and everyone but john left. They waited for a few minutes and then the computer dinged. Sam looked at it. " Oh my God." she grabbed her coat and ran to her dresser. She grabbed a gun and a clip. " Come along John." She said and walked out. She called for a taxi and got in. She told the driver the address and said to go fast. John watched and she got her gun ready.
" What happened to you in those 7 years?" He asked softly. Sam stopped and looked at him
" I am not a small helpless little girl anymore." She said " I have been trained for 7 years to kill. I have cat DNA also." She looked behind them " And yes I have killed, also I have medical training and I took down a large black market Lab. The one that took me." She got out and ran into the college. John was shoked but finally got out. " Why are you in a rush!" He asked her
" Sherlock is in danger and he will do anything to have a rush and finish this case." She said and ran trying to get into rooms. She handed John a gun " Take this." She said. They ran past a window and she stopped and back tracked. She saw Sherlock raise a pill to his lips. With out any hesitation she shot the man across from Sherlock a few times. Then she ran out of the college. John and Sam stood off as she told him more about her life for the past of the 7 years she was missing. John hugged her and he let a tear run down his face,.
" I'm so sorry." He said softly
" It cant be undone. It is all burnt into me." She said and hugged back. Then Sherlock started to walk over " You cant tell him about my life. Just say you shot him and I just tagged along." With that they parted. The secret was between the siblings. Sam would tell Sherlock when she was ready.