Preface
"Ah, look who it is. No dire emergencies with the government, I take it?" A young female girl said with a sassy tone. Her newly dyed strawberry blonde hair was pulled back in a fishtail braid; her normally warm eyes were pierced with hurt and loss. The man that was Mycroft Holmes stepped out of the black car, umbrella in hand.
"Alicia." He said with a nod. "This is on more of a personal matter. This is about Sherlock." His voice was full of sincerity that only Mycroft could have. Alicia frowned lightly. This only meant bad things had come to Sherlock. Afraid to ask what happened, she let her mind reel back to the time when she and Sherlock were teenagers.
