Chapter 1 Dear Diary...

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Dear Diary,

It's unusual for me to write in a diary, I didn't think I was the journal writing type, but my psychiatrist says it will help if I write my thoughts down. Apparently my emotions and stress are causing me to have post traumatic melt downs, I've tried different medications, but nothing seems to work, I still have nightmares about my mothers death and the horrible things I have done. I do not believe writing my problems down will help in the slightest but, still I am willing to try. It's been three years since I've moved to America with Tom, true to my uncles word, he found us suitable accommodation until I could afford a place of my own which did not take long, two weeks after settling into my new home I got a call from the Local Police Department, or, LPD as it's more commonly known over here, demanding my services, Mycroft informed them of my talents and in a desperate situation they found me, They were definitely surprised at the newest member of their team, they certainly didn't expect a 15 year old to show up at the crime scene after proving my intellect they immediately wanted to recruit me. I turned their offer down but we did negotiate that with suitable payment they could come to me with difficult cases, that is the reason I'm so busy lately so many unsolved cases and so many idiots over looking the little details. I am following in my father's footsteps. Once my uncle informed me the cost was clear and I was in no more danger, I started writing to Sherlock, I've had few replies but we both live very busy lives so I understand his lack of contact. I have a fairly good paying job and a beautiful house near the sea. Tom and I had feelings for each other since we came here, but we've only recently started dating, I realized he was a pretty nice guy once I got to know him and finally after two years of endless pleading and sweet notations I finally gave in and said yes and our relationship is pretty good, we compliment each other, like rhubarb and custard that sort of thing. Tomorrow is our anniversary, I wonder what I should get him? Hmm...I'll figure something out. Until tomorrow diary, Tom has just come home and I can smell Italian my favorite.

Katie.

Katie's P.O.V

I hid my diary at the bottom of the wardrobe and tied my messy black hair into a bun.

"Babe I'm home"

"In the bedroom" I called out from our room. I tied my silk robe around my waist just as Tom came into the bedroom.

"You don't need the fancy robe the views amazing" he purred softly, his eyes observing my figure hungrily.

"Cheek!" I tisked and whacked him with a pillow and he laughed.

"You know you love me, I bought dinner" he grinned, holding up two plastic bags.

I sniffed the air and my stomach rumbled, I laughed.

"I know I can smell it, come on bring it into the kitchen and I'll dish up" I said. I pecked Toms cheek and went into the kitchen, I opened the press and grabbed two plates.

"I got your favorite" Tom said, placing the bags on the counter and taking out the yummy food.

"For starters Fettucine Alfredo, for the main course two Pollo Milanese with brown rice and roast veg, for dessert Cannoli and of course two lemon and lime 7ups" (A/N the starter is basically pasta in a rich cheesy cream sauce, the main course is bread crumbed chicken fillets with a slice of lemon and dessert is shell shaped fried dough sprinkled with sugar and normally filled with a sweet creamy filing in this case it's filled with ricotta and you know what 7up is ;) )

"Fabio's?" I asked, dishing out the starter.

"Yup, only guy who gives us a discount because we're regulars"

He poured the drinks and we sat down and enjoyed the meal.

"Hmm, this sauce is amazing I have no idea how he makes it so good" Tom moaned in delight and I laughed, Tom and food, one of the many things I discovered about him you can't have one without the other!

"How was your new shift?" I asked casually, taking another bite of fettucine. I noticed he looked stressed when he walked into the door and the scruff on his jeans confirmed he'd gotten into some trouble, but by the look of his red knuckles he'd won the fight.

He gave me a pained expression and I chuckled. "That bad, huh?"

"You have no idea!" He groaned and looked at his hand.

"I have some idea, what happened?" I asked hiding my concern.

"Nothing really happened...it was an accident" he said quickly noticing the change in my expression.

"Ugh huh, so you just happened to accidentally bruise your knuckles against a door frame, tripped over something and somehow managed to rip the lining off the inside of your shirt sleeve on what? A letter opener?" I stated raising an eyebrow.

He sighed. "Let's just say some of the instructors don't like the new guy knowing more then they do, they cornered me in the parking lot but I sent them packing, literally! the whole thing was caught on security footage and they were fired instantly, the little ones seem to like me though"

Tom had applied for a job as a martial arts instructor it was one of his talents he was quite good at and it came in handy a few times, with a few unfortunate thieves who seemed have gotten lost and ended up inside our house, needles to say criminals knew to stay well away from this house.

"You know if it tires you out too much, my job has enough income for the two of us I don't mind-"

"No Katie" Tom said gently putting his hand over mine. "It's not fair to let you do all the work, I like martial arts so this job is good for me and with reasonable working hours it means I can come home at night and be with you, maybe go on a date sometime who knows, we can spend more together, this job is good for both of us and you know it."

I sighed "I know it's just with Clayton still out there" Tears filled my eyes and I looked at him. "He's ruthless and seeking revenge he wont stop until he finds us-"

"Hey" he said gently, he moved over to me and wrapped me in a hug. "Nothing is going to happen Katie, you were fifteen and managed to knock him unconscious, if he has any sense he will stay the hell away from here. This is a new life Katie you need to stop thinking people are trying to kill you all the time, you can protect yourself easily and I will certainly protect you with my life, you have nothing to worry about I promise"

I tightened my grip around his waist and pulled him closer to me. "I love you" I whispered into his chest.

I felt his heart beat accelerate. "I love you too"

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