"The only witness is over there......" Greg said, as he pointed to the back of a woman that was being spoken to by a female uniformed officer.

"I don't know if he meant to kill her too; but according to her there was a noise from outside, and he bolted before he could do anything." The inspector continued. Looking to John who had a strange look on his face.

"Doctor..........?" Greg questioned. John not hearing any more. Not hearing Sherlock call his name, as he made his way over to where the two women stood. His heart beating at a pace, as he called out a name, and the witness turned around.

"Doctor......Doctor Watson..........?"

"Yes, its me (Y/n)........" John nodding to the policewoman, before taking (Y/n)'s hand and leading her to the sofa.

"What.......what happened......? Is this your place........" He continued. Trying his best to not make it sound as though he was interrogating her; sure that she had had enough of that, with the police asking her questions.

"I.......I don't know. And, um, no, no, this isn't my place, it's..........." (Y/n) replied. Going silent as her eyes moved towards the bloodstain on the floor. John carefully taking her face in his hands and turning her head back to look at him; giving her a reassuring smile, prompting her to continue.

"It's my friend, Catherine's place.......... She......she asked me to come over after I finished work in the clinic today. I was going to spend a couple of days with her. She.......she had told me that she had been having some trouble recently........."

"Trouble......what kind of trouble..........?" John shaking his head at the sound of Sherlock's voice from behind him. The doctor taking (Y/n)'s hand and squeezing it, before turning his attention to his friend.

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'A nurse......yes, she is a nurse. And if John knows her, she probably works at his clinic.' Sherlock deduced, as he followed after the doctor. His eyes moving between the interaction between the doctor and the witness, and the crime scene itself.

'Its not her place......too disorganised. It doesn't have her personality.....' The younger Holmes, inner dialogue continued.

'She's much neater than this, at home and work. Far more organised. She's the daughter of an army doctor herself; a doctor that John knows. Her father instilled in her that discipline. That's why John likes having her around. She knows how he works; understands his ways. She's a perfectionist, wants to live up to her father's achievements; that's why she pushes herself to achieve. Pushes John too.........' His thoughts continued. His brows furrowing slightly, as he watched the doctor take the woman to the sofa. As he saw how the woman's eyes soften as she looked at John. How she seemed to relax with him by her side.

"She likes him........has done for some time.......since she first started at the clinic. That was why she took the job when he offered it at the interview. And he likes her too........more than likes........." Sherlock deduced, before he came to stand behind John; just catching the last part of what the nurse had said.

"Trouble......what kind of trouble..........?"

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"Forgive me." John said, as he saw the confused look on (Y/n)'s face.

"(Y/n), this is Sherlock Holmes..........."

"The one that you do the wonderfully interesting blogs about......?" She asked. John smiling and nodding, feeling a sense of pride that she liked what he did.

(Y/n) was the daughter of one of his mentors from his army days, and when the older man had said that his daughter was a nurse, John had been more than happy to personally interview her about a possible place at his clinic. Never expecting the woman that had shown up; nor her list of credentials. The doctor never disappointed that he had asked her to come and work with him. Though he was disappointed that he had never summoned up the courage to ask her out. John not about to pretend that she wasn't everything that he was looking for in a woman; and even though he knew it was best to not mix business and pleasure, the notion of pleasure every time he looked at her, far superseded the idea of business.

"That's right. And Sherlock, this is (Y/f/n) (Y/l/n). She works at the clinic........" John explained. Sherlock not seeming to hear him, as the consulting detective repeated his question.

"Trouble......what kind of trouble..........?"

"I'm afraid I don't know the full story, Mister Holmes. Cat......Catherine, said that she had seen someone, a man, she thought; hanging around outside, for the last week or so. Felt as if someone had been following her, to and from work. She asked me if I would come and stay so that she not only felt a little safer; but to make sure that she wasn't losing her mind. When I got here this evening, she told me that she had seen him again, this morning. But I didn't see anyone hanging around, when I got here. We organised that after I had got a shower, we would order something for dinner. After I had finished with everything, I came back in here and there was a man with a gun in his hand, and Cat was on the floor. He looked at me, brought up his weapon, and then........."

"Then..........?" John interrupted. His grip on her hand getting tighter.

"It was silly..........a dog barked. Just a dog bark; but it was enough to send him running back out through the bay windows, across the law and over the fence. And before you ask, Mister Holmes; I'm afraid I can't tell you a lot about the man, he wore black clothes and a balaclava. So, other than the fact that he was about five foot ten, and slenderly built............." (Y/n) explained, suddenly feeling slightly unwell; sure, that it was the fact that the adrenaline from all this, was finally wearing off.

"Doctor Watson.........I was wondering whether I could go home, now? I've told the police, everything I can. They know my address........"

"Of course......." John interjected, as he got to his feet.

"I'm sure that Inspector Lestrade will be fine with that.........." He continued, before helping her to her feet.

"I'll see you home, myself..........." John not about to leave her alone after all that she had been through. A smile coming to his lips, as she nodded in agreement. The doctor not giving Sherlock a chance to ask her anything else, as he pulled (Y/n) passed him and out of the room.