Abandoned (BBC Sherlock)

1. "Hello again, Katarina."

"Taxi!"

Finally she gets a cab that will let her in. She opens the door and gets in, happy to have time away from the Orphanage.

"Where to Miss?"

"221b Baker Street."

The driver starts off and she just sits and looks out the window. Mesmerized by London's lights and beauty, something she often takes for granted.

"Miss, we're here, Baker Street. You're here for Sherlock Holmes aren't you? One of his people or clients or something like that?"

"Yes, I am"

"Well be careful, he's a psychopath. I wouldn't hang around long."

" Thank you for the warning. Can you stay out here please. If I'm not back in 10 minutes it means I'm not coming back. Thanks, I just need a quick getaway in case." I knew he wasn't a psychopath but annoying, or as he liked to call himself a high-functioning sociopath. I knew this for we had gone to school together. I wanted to punch him most of the time but he had his rare okay moments.

"Sure, Ma'am, I'll stay about 15 minutes just incase, but if you come back I'll charge you."

I got out of the cab after paying the driver and walked straight in. Knowing Sherlock he wouldn't pay any attention to the buzzer.

I walked up the stairs and sat down in 'the client chair'. Ignoring the two grown men fighting about milk, I just stared at the skull on the mantle, for some reason i felt like it was staring at me. Sherlock was the first to notice me, as soon as I walked in the room, but he kept yelling at Mr. Watson. Mr. Watson was the first to acknowledge me after several minutes.

" You are like a child! You can't do anything for yourself! You can't even keep a promise about a bloody errand!! You ba***... Hello..um. How long have you been sitting there? Uh..What's your name?" Watson said as he was sitting down.

"3 minutes 46 seconds. Hello again Katarina." Sherlock spoke with obvious contempt in his voice while sitting down in his respective chair as well. I had not been the nicest student to him after Redbeard.

"How do you know her? Wait a minute.. You knew she was there and you kept on arguing with me!"

"As you know, Mr. Watson, I'm Katarina. I was an old schoolmate of Mr. Holmes. I come with a case."

"Boring!!! This is not interesting! No on cares about your relationship problems! He's cheating!! GET OUT!!!!!" Sherlock exclaimed.

"Oh this case is baffling, Mr. Holmes, and it's not about my love life." I calmly stated, staying seated. "There is a girl in the yard of my orphanage. She appeared in the tree, a week ago. She speaks many languages but never English, we had to get a couple of translators when the police came.

Social services didn't know who she was, they had no birth records, or missing persons reports, but said she was around 16-18. She permitted no one to take a sample of her blood. She screamed in Russian that it was too dangerous to do that. Therapists, translators, police, students, teachers can't get her down. She doesn't eat, just sits straight with her eyes closed. We don't believe she has even got to the Loo." By now I had Sherlock's attention.

"She is over forty feet up and she hasn't fallen, even if she has slept. We believe you may be able to trace her origin or make her stop scratching Chinese or Korean symbols into her arms. Possibly even convince us she's not a criminal. Mr. Holmes, I can see it in your eyes you're curious. The cab is waiting for us outside, now come on, no time to waste."

I walked to the doorframe not hearing any steps behind me, but instead whispers, I decided console Mr. Watson.

"Oh come on. I'm not going to bite or kidnap you, though I doubt I could if I tried. Mary and Irene will be perfectly safe I promise."

"The game is on!" I heard Sherlock say as I exited.

I walked down the stairs and into the cab. Closing the door and leaning closer to the driver. "Give them just a moment. They are coming. Thank You for waiting, please charge me for that ten minutes too." As I finished that sentence they walked out the door into my cab.

"That's them, thank you. Back to the Orphanage then." The cab ride was silent, everyone staring out the window.

"What's her name?" Sherlock finally asked.

"Well, translated to English, we believe it's Shaina, Janai, Scantsa, Moriana, or Shianne."

Sherlock smiled, "In Chinese it translates to a word similar, to murderer. In Spanish, a word a few syllables away from assasin. In Russian, a few letters away from Light. In Japanese, a word often confused with deadly. In Greek, angel. In German, serial killer. In Italian, savior. That is the perfect female name! I wonder who came up with that! Genius! Purely GENIUS!" Sherlock exclaimed, if he was able to stand up I'm sure we would be pacing.

"Mr. Watson, is he always like this about the tragedy of death."

"Please call us Sherlock and John. Yes, he is obsessed about people causing death. He claims he's married to it."

"You know that's interesting Mr. Wa...John. I'll have you know, in grade school he alleged to be dating the entire detective police force." I giggled like a girl remembering the lunch scene when we were seven.

John started laughing claiming that Sherlock has not really changed at all. Though he said if he knew Anderson at the time he would never had said that. After that we got along quite well, conversing and laughing while Sherlock remained seriously intent on being silent.