221 B. BAKER STREET

I took a deep breath and fished the key my brother had mailed to me out of my pocket and let myself in, making my way up to his flat. Just as I suspected, no one was in. I sat down on the couch and pulled out the book I was reading.

I heard the key turn in the lock. Someone was home. I looked up just as a man entered the flat. John Watson. I set the book in my lap and smiled. 'Evening, Dr. Watson,'

He just looked at me with a strange look on his face. 'May I help you, miss?'

I shook my head opening my book again. 'Thank you, but no, I'm fine. It's lovely meeting you by the way. I'm Rhys.'

He just stood there, out of the corner of my eye I could see him giving me that strange look.

He cleared his throat. 'Pardon me for asking, Miss…'

'Rhys' I reminded him.

'Miss Rhys, but may I ask what you're doing in my flat?'

I put my book down and stood up, feeling my cheeks grow hot. 'What?'

'If you're not a client, what are you doing in my flat?'

Stupid, stupid, stupid! He didn't know who I was!

'Did my brother not tell you?'

'Tell me what?'

I inhaled. This was so like him. Why hadn't I understood his confusion before?!

'Let's start over. I', Rhys. Rhys Darcy Holmes.'

Dr. Watson sat down. 'Holmes, you're related to Sherlock then?'

Just then the door opened, and in came none other than Sherlock Holmes. I ran to him, giving him a hug. I felt his arms come around me and his chin rest on my head. 'Rhys! I've missed you,'

I pulled away.

'Sherlock, why didn't you tell Dr. Watson I was coming?'

Sherlock looked at Dr. Watson. 'I did tell you!'

Dr. Watson shook his head. 'No, Sherlock, You did not.'

Sherlock flopped into a chair. 'I did tell you, the day before yesterday.'

The Doctor looked exasperated. 'Sherlock, you do realize I was away in Manchester the day before yesterday,'

Sherlock smirked. 'Not my fault you weren't listening.'

I rolled my eyes. This conversation was clearly getting nowhere. 'Ok, let me explain. I am Rhys, Sherlock's little sister. I am sixteen years of age. I am here to live with you indefinitely. As to why; well that's a long and frightfully dull story. Dr. Watson, I apologize for my Brother's inability to deliver such an important message. I hope the arrangements will be ok with you.'

Dr. Watson sat back down and ran a hand through his strawberry blonde hair. 'Please, call me John' was all he said. Frankly, I don't blame him.