Long Time, No See

Brotherly Love

Baker Street...............
Day time.....................

I looked out of the window of 221B Baker Street, it was pouring down rain. John was at the dining table, writing about a case we recently finished. The Woman's case was about a month ago. Sherlock, I don't know where he is but that's normal. Do I worry? Yes. Then I heard him come up the stairs when I saw him he held a flie but what I first saw from it was the camera phone from one Irene Adler. "You have news." I sighed. "I am guessing it's about one Ms. Adler."

"You would be correct, Sam." Sher told me and John instantly looked at Sherlock.

"She's dead, isn't she?" I guessed.

"Unfortunately." He told me, "Mycroft told me to tell you she was in America under some witness protection but you know when I lie."

"You're not sad?" John asked confused.

"I would I be sad about it? She used me becuase my brother asked her to. Then instead of breaking up with me like a normal person she cheated me. So, no. I am not 'sad'." I told him. "I knew she wouldn't last long without her protection, Sherlock knew it as well." Then my phone rang. It was Jim. "Now I have to go take this call." I said then walking past Sher and awnsering the call in the stairwell.

"Sister dear." Jim said.

"James." I sighed.

"Can we meet in exactly one month at our parents to get everything sorted?" He asked.

"Yeah." I agreed and then he hung up and I went back to 221B. I told Sher and John about the phone call, letting them know I will be gone for a few days. After that we were doing what we normally did, take cases then Sherlock agreed to go cold turkey for my sake. I was proud of him becuase he was the the one who brought it up to John and I. He even paid off every one who sells cigarettes to not sell him them. After about a day he was going through withdraws and I had to leave in a week, which I was dreading becuase I didn't want to deal with my brother. I would tell him just to burn the house down but I have things under the floorboards of my old room that I want. Like an album of pictures of Sherlock and I made when I got my first Polaroid camera for my birthday after we met. Then a week became two days and Sherlock really needed a case. That's when Henry came. He had a strange case. I am not going to go too much in to detail becuase the author doesn't see a point in it. The boys had to go to Dartmoor and now that Sher had a case he wasn't having any cravings, I obviously couldn't go. The next day they left and Mycroft contacted me, he actually came to my flat. "What's up Mykie?"

"When you get back from your trip, would you do some undercover work for me?" He asked.

"Of course, I have been missing some good old undercover work." I agreed.

Ireland................
Time skip............
Airport................

I walked out of the airport, James waiting for me. "Well, well, well, look who it is. My little sister, haven't seen you since I strapped a bomb to your friend." I walked up to him and SLAP. I slapped him right across the face. "What was that for?"

"The whole Irene Adler thing." I told him. "At least, this time your not loosing a toe."

"Touché" He sighed, "Though I am still upset about that."

"You're the one that pissed me off." I told him, "Let's just get this over with."

"Finally, something we can agree about." He sighed as I got into the back of the car with James.

The House..............

The car ride was silent, I was remembering my first time going to the house. This place hasn't changed one bit. The one thing I loved most about this place was the view. The house sat right on a beach that I would go to when I need time to think or to cry. "So, did you go to the funeral?" I asked him as we walked into the house.