about 6 months ago, Sherlock was near delighted to find he had a stalker. A good one. He was entertained, amused, and quite honestly had a tad of fun leading her to random places, strip clubs, all sorts of things just to see if she would continue to follow. He had figured she was a young girl in high school, probably a touch of bipolar or something of the sort, obsessive and in love if he had a guess. Until he confronted her one day, and told her straight up he knew who she was and what she was doing. He’s been in distant contact with her since. He notices she’s still on his tail occasionally, and most of the time he doesn’t bother to shake her, but it’s been more often recently. They’ve talked about this. She’s only to follow him 2 days in a row at most, or he would intervene, and by now it’s been over 5. Something’s up. Has her self control been faltering? For what reason? Is she okay? Is she taking her meds? Is something wrong? So many questions, so he, as any person would, broke into her home. He’s sitting on the couch in her living room casually when she gets home, seeing him and looking a bit caught off guard “Long time no see, my dear stalker.”