The wind howled and the rain soaked the streets of London. The wind stealing any umbrellas that people had tried to put up. Trees bent and leaves blew all over the place. A young woman was walking along, keeping her head down so she could see where her feet were going. She had a coat wrapped tightly around her, scarf wrapped around her neck tails blowing in the wind, her hair was blowing around, and getting messed up.

She knew exactly where she was heading, and she knew how long it should take, but it was taking longer due to the wet windy and weather. Her breath was caught in her chest. She neared her fate, not knowing what was coming, but thinking about the worst possibilities - how was he going to react when he saw her? It had been so long, 4 years. He wrote but she never wrote back. She loved hearing his tales of adventure. She carried on walking, making sure she dodged the people in a rush.

Her heart beating faster at seeing her friend again was scary. She was thinking how he was going to react when he saw her; she kept little contact making sure not to hurt anyone. He last saw her the night she left. She shook her head, getting out all the nightmares of that night, as she rounded the corner to her destination. She looked up, hoping to have more confidence to do this than the 4 years she ran from people who loved her. 4 years she ran from London, her home.

She carried on walking along the street, keeping her head up as she walked along Baker Street, she knew where he lived, she walked up to the door of

211B, she took a breath as knocked on the door. She pulled her wet hair out of her face, so she could see. She stood straight as she heard the lock turning. Her heart rate increased.

"Hello" she spoke

"Hello dear, who are you? Here to see Sherlock?" the motherly lady asked.

She stood there and thought.

"No, um, does a John Watson live here?" she asked, her breath shaky

"Oh he does, but he's out at the moment" She glanced around at the pouring rain "Come in out of the rain, let's get you warmed up"

"No it's alright, I'll pop back later. Thank you"

She turned to go and was pushed past by who she guessed was a very tall and pale person but she didn't have time to catch herself as she landed on the wet pavement. She didn't let out a whimper, just turned to get up. She looked up and noticed another man standing as he walked over and helped her up. He watched her, slowly recognizing her. He took a step back.

"Anna?" John exclaimed. His voice shocked at the women in front of him.

"Hi John" her voice said gently.

They stood there letting the rain soak them for a few seconds before she made a step forward to leave. She guessed he didn't want to talk to her. John watched as she was about to leave he grabbed her hand, she looked up he nodded.

"Come on cup of tea and a talk" John said.

Anna nodded and followed her friend up the stairs she wasn't shocked to see clutter and papers all over the place; she stood there not sure what to do John had taken her coat so it could dry. Anna stood in the lounge looking around.

"Your dripping water on the floor" a deep voice said Anna turned around to meet a tall man black curly hair he had a stony expression on his face.

"Sorry" Anna said moving her hair in to her shirt the man just stared at her she felt frighten and looked down to the floor.

Sherlock looked at her before moving past her to lay on the sofa, Anna moved around and caught John pouring the boiling water she moved towards him, John looked up to see Anna standing there he smiled at her before passing her a cup.

"Did you get my letters" John asked still a bit shocked to see Anna

"Yeah I'm sorry I didn't replied it just hard to"

"How it was in Wales" the Deep voice asked now appeared Anna jumped

"Sorry" Anna asked

"Wales that were you've been can tell from the train ticket in your pocket also that you travelled today no lugged suggest you popped to the hotel first, then walked here in the storm, yet you haven't been in London for a while, tell by the map you dropped when I bumped into you, also must be hard you must know Watson from school or maybe a neighbour then their the question on why you left in the first place"

"Sherlock leave it" John said looking at his friend

Sherlock ignored Watson and carried on "I got two things you ran off with a love that your family didn't trust or think was stubbles but lack of him being her or smell of any men's aftershave means you left after someone died judging by the look you gave me says family"

Sherlock stood there holding his nose jumping a bit John stood there looking at his friend he knew it was a tough subject, but didn't expect her to punch him in the noise in some ways he was happy in other way shocked she was always such a calm person.

"You punched me" Sherlock said

"No I kissed you" Anna snapped back "Don't think you know anything about me guess work, yes I'm staying in a hotel yes I know Watson from school and yes I punched you"

Sherlock was about to reply back when his phone buzzed "Come along Watson we have a case" Sherlock said with some pain in his voice.

"I'll text you when we get back umm your number" John said looking at the bruise forming on Sherlock's face.

"Yes here you go" Anna said writing it down.

Anna watched as the stubborn man and her best friend leave in a taxi she head back out in the cold rain, she wasn't out for long as when a black car turned up she made no fuss and hopped in.