I snapped awake as a bucket of cold water was dumped onto my head. It soaked my head and water made its way down my spine. I shivered at the cold that now engulfed my whole body. I sat up and groaned pushing my now soaking wet curls out of my eyes. I wasn't surprised to see her standing there with a large bucket in her hands. She wore a playful smile and she bit her lip to keep from laughing. I scowled at her and she chuckled.

"If you're going to sleep on the floor like a dog, you can shower like one," She tossed the bucket aside and crossed her arms. "You must be cold now! Bless it....But I know what you can do to warn yourself up! Take a proper shower!"

"Damn you...." I muttered.

She ignored my comment and picked up the bucket again and began filling it with water from the tap.

"Fine!" I groaned standing up. "Just stop with the water....."

She smirked and walked over to the couch and sat down. I made my way to the bathroom and slammed the door behind me.

* * * * * *

The woman smiled slightly as I entered the room. I wore my normal white shirt and dress pants and I'd taken the time to shave. I don't know why but when the woman saw me dressed in proper clothing she looked happier. But she looked morose at the same time, like a child looking through a shop window and seeing the new bicycle they'd wanted but they were separated from it by glass and they didn't have the money for it. There was something she wanted with me but for some reason she knew she couldn't have it.

"Why are you here?" I asked. "You're here for me and I don't why. You care. People don't care about me," I said plainly.

"Lucy," She said simply. "My name is Lucy,"

"Hello, Lucy. I would introduce myself but you seem to already know everything about me. Why?"

"I can't tell you,"

"Why?"

"If you've forgotten me, it's because someone wants it that way. I don't know what will happen if I tell you,"

"I don't forget people,"

"You have,"

"How do I know if I can trust you?"

"You don't,"

I furrowed my eyebrows and bit the end of my thumb thoughtfully. I opened my mouth to speak but I quickly closed it. I stood in silence for a moment and so did Lucy. Then the door bell rang. Lucy stood up quickly and went to the window.

"It's Lestrade," She turned to look at me and she had a smile on her face. I couldn't help but crack a small smile. She seemed to love a good case just as I did and that didn't happen often.

"Do you have any experience in detective work?" I asked.

She shrugged. "A bit,"

"You can come with me. Maybe you'll learn something," I said as a grabbed my coat from off the couch and shrugged it on. She rolled her eyes and put on her own coat.

"Maybe you'll learn something," she replied.

"I think-" My brain pounded against my skull and the room blurred. I shouted out and I heard someone shouting my name but the words were far away. And then: I remembered.

We were underground. A woman was running ahead of me, Lucy. Without moving my mouth, I spoke. Not me though. It was like an echo. "You need to leave. Now. It's not safe. Get everyone out as soon as you can. There's a-"

Here she cut me off. "Bomb in the catacombs, yes yes, keep up. Left here yes? This last sentence she directed toward a paper she was holding-a map? I paused, surprised, and piecing together everything in my mind. She turned back and rolled her eyes. "Oh yeah. How do I say this? Not a maid!"

* * * * *

"Sherlock?!!!!"

The shouting was distant but my vision slowly returned. Lucy was beside me on the floor. She unclenched her first and a small trickle of blood ran down her hand. She'd dug her finger nails into her hand.

"Thank god..." She breathed.

"Not a maid...." I recalled.

The color returned to Lucy's face and her eyes widened.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing," I shook my head trying to clear it and I stood up quickly.

"Lestrade's waiting,"

* * * * * *

"We've had him here for three days. Doesn't remember a thing about the robbery. We've questioned him and questioned him but he's said he can't remember," Lestrade said looking at the man that sat behind the glass of the interrogation room. The man had a messy combover and a ratty face. He didn't move or fidget, he just stared blankly at the empty wall in front of him as if it held the secrets of the universe. "I thought you and...I'm sorry I didn't catch your name," Lestrade said looking at Lucy.

"Monica. Monica Andrews," Lucy said smiling.

"I thought you and Monica could get him to talk,"

"We'll see what we can do," Lucy said stepping into the room. I began to follow her but Lestrade grabbed my arm.

"Who is she? Are you two-" Lestrade said suggestively.

I snorted and pulled away from him and went into the room with Lucy.

* * * * * *

We returned to the flat unsuccessful severely hours later. The case was a puzzling one but I learned that Lucy knew more than "a bit" about detective work. The case involved a man named Samuel who was found outside a bank after a robbery. He was stationed inside a getaway car as a distraction from his associate that escaped with bags full of money. The man, as Lestrade had said, recalled nothing of the incident when we questioned him and he said he didn't even remember being there in the first place. He couldn't even remember his last name. Lucy (to my surprise) proved helpful in the case and I learned about her extensive knowledge of criminal behavior. She made several conclusions to which even I had overlooked. But in the end, there was nothing to be learned.

* * * * * *

I carefully prepared two cups of tea as Lucy sat on the couch.

"So I think we should-" I turned with the tea tray to Lucy and she was fast asleep on the couch. I pursed my lips together and set the tea try back on the side table. I quickly fetched an old blanket from my room and made my way back into the sitting room. I draped the blanket around her carefully and then sat back in my arm chair. I grabbed my cup of tea and sipped it thoughtfully as Lucy slept. I thought of all the unanswered questions that the woman on the couch was avoiding. I still wondered if she could be trusted....