Sherlock, Why Didn't You Tell Me?

A Child?

"A Child?!" John exclaimed. Sherlock shushed him and pointed to Fiona. "She just needs help." He replied. "Yes, but she can't stay with you- her parents must be worried sick." John said. "Well I am not telling her she needs to leave; if anything, I will contact her parents, and approve her stay." Sherlock said, almost sassy. "Alright but please do it soon." John replied. "Her wrists." He said in a saddened, astonished voice. "John, I didn't ask you to come over here to admire the fact that she cuts- I need your help with something I have deduced." John nodded, and put his hands behind his back. "And Sherlock? I need to discuss something with you as well- but please, this is of importance." He motioned him to continue on with his question. "She doesn't just need a shoulder to "cry on", she needs medical attention. She is pale and her heart rate? Slow. Too slow. I don't know what's wrong but I feel as if something awful could happen at any time." John nodded, and looked at Fiona. When he returned his gaze to Sherlock, he cleared his throat and said "Yes Sherlock; I need to talk to you. Like now. Because it's the same topic." Sherlock took a step closer and whispered "please John, not now I have deduced something else. She is Luke's daughter." John gasped rather loudly, and took a step back. "I don't even care to know how you found that out but it's astonishing." Sherlock nodded and replied "Yes, but I'm afraid Luke is no criminal Mastermind. I think he is a crazy, mental lunatic with strange convictions at times." "That makes two of them." John muttered to himself. "Sherlock; if you are correct, how will you ever keep her safe? And what about you? You need to figure out a plan and put it into action. Now." Sherlock looked at him and put his face into his hand as he sighed. "Yes, I know." John squeezed Sherlock's shoulder and led him to a room off where Fiona would definitely not hear them. He closed the door. "Sherlock, I can't keep it a secret anymore- when we were at the hospital, waiting for you to wake up, they told us you had a severe case of depression and also, a heart condition. I am a freakin doctor and I didn't see that. Please take my advice when I say you can have NO more stress at the moment. Any spur of strong emotions can trigger your heart to either beat way too quickly, or not at all. Please." He took Sherlock's hand, and took a deep breath. "I care about you Sherlock, please don't get yourself killed- again." He released his hand and walked back into the living room. Sherlock laid on his bed and pondered what had happened. "A Heart problem? I don't have time for that." He thought. "But I need to keep an eye on it; for John." He arose and stopped in the doorway. A strong spur of emotion? What was he becoming? He then walked into the living room after John. When he arrived, he saw John, clicking away on the keyboard of a laptop, trying to find Fiona's parents phone. Sherlock sighed and walked over to Fiona's bag. "John; she is a teenage girl. She is bound to have a phone with her parents number on it." Sure enough, he grabbed a phone and looked at the home screen. It had one text from a random number, and a missed Call from "Mom". He called the number, and waited for an answer. "Hello?" She said in a raspy voice.

"Yes, is this Fiona's mother?"

"Yes, it is. What'd she do this time?"

"Nothing Ma'am, she is currently staying at my house, and just wanted to let you know she was here."

"Okay, just tell her she had better be coming home soon, because her daddy wants a word with her."

"I will Ma'am. But may I ask a question."

"What?"

"How are your cigars?"

"Pretty good- Wanna buy some off of me?"

"I'm looking for something a bit stronger- Do you have any options?"

"Many, but you'll need to come see them for yourself."

"Will Do."

While she blurted out her address, Sherlock took note.

"Thank you Ma'am."

Then she hung up. Sherlock called Lestrade.

"Lestrade; would you like a real drugs bust?"

The phone made no noise for a while, but then, he said

"Where?"

After Fiona's parents were taken into custody on account of drug dealing, abusive parenting, and being drunk on public property on many accounts, Sherlock sat in his chair, pondering the night. John had fallen asleep, and Fiona had yet to stir. Sherlock would have slept, but he did not feel tired. He felt eager to get started on other things. He arose, and paced the room, thinking about his heart. He thought about what John had said. "You do not need anymore stress at the moment Sherlock." He eventually decided reluctantly to take Fiona into custody. But he knew she would be happy, for he could pull some strings to get her with a nice family. When she woke up, he informed her on the night before, and what he had ultimately decided, and why.

" But sir, you are the only one that has made me feel safe. Please don't make me leave." Sherlock pulled up a chair, and took her hands. " Fiona, trust me if I had any other option, I would choose that. but the truth is, you deserve much more than I could ever offer." She nodded, and gathered her things.
When Lestrade arrived, he pulled her aside once more. "Please know one more thing. You are Beautiful- please don't cut any more. I understand where you are. It gets so much better. I will always- prefer you." He backed away, and leaned into Lestrade. "She has a health condition I believe, so please have her examined." He nodded, and the car pulled away.

John was awake Upstairs, Making breakfast. "Good decision Sherlock. It hurts now, but it will be better in the long run, for the both of you." Sherlock nodded, and sat down in his arm chair. He folded his hands, and just stared. For once, he couldn't think. For a half hour, he sat blankly. But soon, He was interrupted by his phone. The caller ID read Lestrade.

"Sherlock. Come to Fiona's House, now. You're gonna want to see what we found."

Sherlock hung up and looked at John directly in the eyes. "Let me turn off the kettle." John said.

Sherlock smiled and grabbed his coat and scarf. "The Game Is On."