Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock and all rights belong to the BBC.

A/N: Sorry for taking so long to update, but I have been rather busy with school, exams and summer camp. I'm sorry for making you wait so long for a new chapter, and I'm just letting you know that I won't be updating for a while, as I am in a production of Les Miserables and I am going to be rather busy with that, but hopefully I will be able to update before the twentieth, fingers crossed.

"This is boring," Holly complained from Sherlock's back. Sherlock stopped momentarily in his tracks, as the concept of a child thinking that this experience was boring, was slightly mind blowing. Sherlock knew that this trip to the supermarket wasn't that exciting, but they were on a chase for a runaway dog and a lost boy, and he could almost compare the thrill of it to chasing a criminal. This was probably the most excitement that Sherlock had experienced all day, and Anderson was still alive, even though Sherlock had been entertaining thoughts of all the different ways he could murder him with most kitchen equipment. Sherlock knew at the end of the day that John and Lestrade would be ever so proud of him for not actually murdering Anderson, but there was still some time for that to happen.

Sherlock had told Anderson to go to the other side of the shop to look for the dog, while Sherlock was in charge of looking for the child. So far Sherlock wasn't had any luck in the task of finding a child, mostly as he had no idea how to lure a child to him. He couldn't exactly meow into the supermarket aisle and cross his fingers and hope a child would run towards him, like the puppy did. Sherlock started to consider it, but he didn't want to risk looking like an idiot, but compared to some of the things that he had done that day maybe meowing would be considered slightly normal.

Sherlock put down on the ground and he started to make his way along the aisle of shop meowing. Several people looked at him strangely, but Sherlock shot the best glare at them before they could open their mouths. He had noticed that Holly had started to walk behind him and she claimed loudly that 'she wasn't with the weirdo.' Sherlock would have commented on her lack of proper vocabulary, as a child should be able to think of more descriptive words to describe him other than 'Weirdo,' but he was soon greeted by the familiar nasally voice of 'Fangirl.'

"Have you got rid of your boyfriend?" She asked in her extremely nasally voice, she started to circle Sherlock as an animal would do the same for an injured antelope before attacking. "It's a shame, but it means that you and John can get back together."

"I thought that I got rid of you," Sherlock sighed loudly, as he prepared himself for the Fangirls latest attack. Please don't mention the fanfiction, please don't mention the fanfiction, Sherlock thought to himself.

The Fangirl moved closer to Sherlock and tried to pat his head like a dog. "You can never get rid of me, Sherlock, you can't go anywhere without me. I know where you live ."

"That isn't anything special, most people know where I live, or I wouldn't get any clients. If you are going to stalk me, be original about it." Sherlock sighed as he looked for anyone who could save him from this Fangirl, he would have said something a lot crueller, but there was a child in his presence, and Sherlock Holmes doesn't say anything in front of children, especially that one time where Mrs Hudson grounded him for a month when she found out. And he had that experiment that he was working on, and he didn't to waste all of his hard work on it, if he was grounded again. Mrs Hudson even threatened to use the naughty step on him, if she heard about him saying inappropriate things in the presence of children.

"I know lots of other things about you," She purred as she stroked his cheekbone. "I know that you have lovely cheekbones, I wanted my boyfriend to get surgery so he can get cheekbones like you, but he dumped me after I asked. He was crazy, to dump all of this." She said as she gestured to her body.

"Your boyfriend sounded like that he was a genius to dump you, it was probably the best thing that he could do."

"I don't need him anymore, it means that I can give all of my love to you." She sighed dreamingly, Sherlock felt rather nauseous. "You know that you are my life? Sherlock is love, Sherlock is life."

"You are crazy," Holly announced as she hid behind Sherlock's leg. "you are crazier than him, and he was pretending to be a cat."

Sherlock groaned loudly as the Fangirl squealed and made a high noise that would make glass shatter. "Oh, my god!" She screamed. "You love cats, this is the definite sign that we are soulmates."

"I think that I should leave," Sherlock commented as he started to walk away from the Fangirl, but she started to follow him, stumbling slightly as her deerstalker went over her eyes. Sherlock wondered how quickly his brother would be able to get a restraining order for him, as he wouldn't be surprised if the Fangirl started to hide under his bed and watched him while he slept. The Fangirl showed no sign of leaving him alone, and Sherlock suspected that she would try and follow him home, when the supermarket opened up its doors again. "I take it that you are not going to leave me alone, are you?"

The Fangirl nodded and squealed again, and pulled out a camera and took a picture. "This is so going on my blog," She giggled as she held the camera up again. "Smile!" She said as she gave a thumbs up to the camera. "Everyone in the club is going to be so jealous, I have actually met the purple shirted god, I think that I have died and gone to heaven."

"I think that since you are being a part of this group, I think that you should do some special jobs for me, if you can manage it." Sherlock said as he saw Anderson in the top of the aisle, covered in tomatoes, but he was looking rather proud of himself as he held the puppy in his hands. Anderson looked like a murder victim in one of those dreadful films, that John sometimes liked to watch. Sherlock thought that if he kept the Fangirl occupied , she would leave him alone while he found the child.

The Fangirl nodded and pulled out a note book from her jacket pocket and pulled out a pencil from her ear. "What do you need me to do, Master. Your wish is my command."

Sherlock managed to avoid making a comment about her obsessive behaviour, but he grabbed the notebook from her and quickly scribbled down a number. The Fangirl squealed, and then her noises stopped when Sherlock revealed that the number was for a rather good therapist. "I am going to need you to find these extra special items for me," he said with a smirk. "I am going to need a tin of tartan paint, sprit level bubbles, a long stand and a musical left handed screwdriver. I don't think that there is anything else I need; I trust that I given this task to some who is capable of doing it. Don't fail me."

The Fangirl quickly took note of everything and quickly saluted Sherlock, before she ran off to the other side of the shop. Sherlock sighed in relief, hopefully the Fangirl wouldn't come back to haunt him for the rest of the trip.

Sherlock swore that he could hear his brother laughing at his misery from his office. Knowing Mycroft, he was the one who put the Fangirl in the shop, just to terrorise him. Maybe this was a sign that he should be nicer to his brother- like that was going to happen.