sherlock woke up when he heard a soft thud come from downstairs. he looked down at john who was still asleep on his chest and heard another thud. "hey, babe." sherlock said softly, shaking john.

"hmm?" john hummed, rolling off of sherlock.

"someone's in the house." he whispered as he got out of bed, pulling his boxers back on.

john sat up, turning the lamp on and watching sherlock go to his bag, taking out his gun and loading it.

"stay here, alright?" sherlock asked john as he went to the door.

john nodded and wrapped the blanket around him tighter as he watched sherlock walk out of the room.

sherlock walked downstairs quietly, turning on the lights in the living room and looking around. he made his way down the hallway, opening each door and looking inside before entering the kitchen. he turned the lights on in the kitchen and dining room, looking into the kitchen before seeing what was in the dining room. he froze as he looked at the pictures, snapping out of his focus when the house alarm went off and heard john scream.

sherlock ran back upstairs, noticing the front door wide open, but not being concerned about it. he ran into the bedroom and set the gun down as he went to the boy that was sobbing into his knees. sherlock sat on the bed and pulled john into his lap.

"he was here!" john cried into sherlock's chest. "he stood in the doorway and stared!"

sherlock took john's face out of his chest and wiped his tears. "i need you to get dressed, okay? police should be here soon."

john sniffled and nodded, hugging sherlock again.

when they got downstairs, sherlock turned the alarm off and closed the front door, telling john to sit on the sofa because he didn't want him to see what happened in the dining room. he put a blanket over the boy's lap then went into the kitchen and put the kettle on, taking a mug out of cupboard and setting it on the counter. john jumped when someone knocked on the door. he watched sherlock come out of the kitchen and answer the front door, letting the officer in.

"my, how you've grown." the officer smiled at sherlock.

sherlock chuckled and shook the officers hand. his smile faded and he started speaking to him in french.

the officer looked over at john then said something to the two others. john watched the two other officers walk to the kitchen then watched the older one sit on the chair opposite of him. sherlock sat down next to john and rubbed his knee.

"he's going to ask you a few questions, okay?" sherlock asked softly.

john sniffled and nodded, looking at the older man.

"hi john," he smiled, "i'm officer bernard." he said in a thick french accent. "can you tell me what happened?" he asked as he took out a note pad and pen.

john took sherlock's hand and squeezed it slightly. "when sherlock went downstairs a man appeared in the door way of the bedroom and it was jim. he stared at me with a giant grin on his face and he moved in closer, reaching the bed. i was too terrified to move and he touched me." john said then paused for a minute, sniffling. "that's when i kicked him and screamed, causing him to run out of the house."

the officer continued to write things down. "and who is jim?" he asked.

john looked at sherlock and sherlock gave him a small nod. john inhaled deeply and spoke into his lap, "my attacker from years before."

the officer frowned and wrote one last thing down before closing the note pad. he looked over at sherlock and asked him something in french, getting a response from sherlock in french.

when the kettle went off, sherlock got up and kissed john's head before walking to the kitchen. john pulled his knees to his chest and picked at his nails as he avoided contact with bernard.

"i've know sherlock since was a boy." the officer said to john.

john looked up at him. "really?"

the officer nodded. "he was always getting in trouble. he would run off and catch a train to paris each time he came here with his parents. always found him on the streets, playing his violin."

john smiled softly. "really?" he asked again.

the officer nodded. "that boy loved being in the city. his parents finally caved in and let him stay in paris each time they came here. always had me check on him to make sure he was alright."

john chuckled softly, watching sherlock as he walked back into the living room with a mug. "what're you laughing about?" he asked john as he handed him the mug, sitting next to him again.

"your street performing days." john said then took a sip of his tea.

sherlock laughed softly. "that was such a long time ago." he smiled.

"i'm sure if you ask his parents they'll be willing to send a few photos." bernard said to john. "maybe even a whole album."

"i'll have to ask then." john said with a grin as he looked at sherlock.

the two officers walked into the living room with grocery bags then walked out of the house. bernard stood and sherlock stood with him, shaking his hand. they spoke a few sentences in french then bernard left and sherlock followed, closing the door and setting the alarm again.

"i didn't know you spoke french." john said into his tea.

sherlock nodded. "i speak a lot of languages."

john hummed. "what were in the bags those other officers had?" he asked. "and why did you speak in just french to bernard?"

sherlock sat on the coffee table, placing his hands on john's knees. "i didn't want you freaking out, but if you want me to tell you, i'll tell you."

"i want to know."

"there were pictures in the dining room on the wall from tonight's dinner and then our sex." sherlock said, taking the tea from john so he wouldn't spill it. "and i was scribbled out like in the pictures from your locker."

john tugged on the sleeve of his sweater, taking deep breaths to calm himself. "i don't understand. why can't he just leave me alone?" he asked.

sherlock set the tea down, taking john's hands softly in his. "i promise you, i'll catch him. we'll get him and lock him up for even more years. that is if i don't kill him first."

john sniffled, nodding. "i don't think i'll be able to go back to sleep."

"do you want something?"

john nodded. "please."

sherlock stood up. "come on then."

john got up, holding onto sherlock's hand still. he picked up his tea and walked upstairs with sherlock, sitting on the bed as he watched sherlock walk into the bathroom.

"i'm going to make sure everything is locked, okay?" sherlock asked as he handed john two pills.

john nodded. "don't take too long."

sherlock kissed john's head before leaving the room.

john took the pills sherlock gave him then washed them down with the tea, finishing it before setting it on the night stand. he got under the covers, laying down and watching the door for sherlock.