Hi everyone! This is my first fanfiction so please I would love and really appreciate any comments about my writing! Also if you have any ideas you would like to throw in go ahead! Here it goes… hope you like it!

"Sherlock, why are we even here?"

"I told you John, I need my microscope. God how do you live with such a short memory? I told you yesterday morning!"

"I wasn't even here yesterday morning! I was, you know what, just forget it. I forgot you did this, you know two years is a long time and the small things just slip….."

"Yes I know! I said I was sorry, what more do you want, a letter of apology? A song saying how sorry I am?"

"Well actually…."

"NO!"

John chuckled to himself while Sherlock opened the door to his storage compartment. When Sherlock had supposedly died, Mycroft moved all of Sherlock's things to a storage house for safe keeping. Now Sherlock was "alive" he wanted it all back.

"Ok knowing Mycroft's extraordinary mind he's probably labelled the box with my experiments in 'Science Stuff'"

"Original" John mumbled as he entered the room already searching for the right box. "Just remember to wedge…" BANG "…the door open" John slowly trailed off staring at the now locked door.

"What? I'm sure it is entirely possible to open a shut door John. Oh unless you were scared of the dark? Oh please tell me you're not that's just deplorable!"

"No I'm not afraid of the dark and even if I was there is nothing wrong with that! Many people are and it's a real phobia!" John said over Sherlock's mumblings of childish and idiots. "Anyway the reason why I wanted you to wedge the door is because you can't open it from the inside." John took his phone from his pocket and shone it in Sherlock's face.

"Well of course you can open….." Sherlock started while pushing at the door. "Ah John it seems that we have a slight problem, I can't open the door. Whose stupid idea was this! A self-locking door? Senseless!"

"I have a feeling Sherlock that things put inside storage units don't actually try to get out seeing as they are non-living objects!" John raged.

Sherlock felt around for a torch (which was luckily on top of a box) and placed it so it would light up most of the room. They both looked around trying to find something which may alert to someone that they were in there. Failing that they looked for a tool that they could use to lever the door open and then caught each other's eye. Both men burst into cute hysteric giggles and quite soon had tears in their eyes. "God Sherlock, why does this always happen to us? Don't you have a tool box or something?"

"Tool Box? I'm not that common John" Sherlock said with a smirk, "Mycroft will soon realise something is wrong when he doesn't see us return home. He knows we're here, we'll just have to be patient and wait." John groaned. "What?" Sherlock asked.

"Patient? You are the least patient person I know and now I have to wait God knows how long with you in a small dark room? I'm going to go crazy!"

"You think I'm going to enjoy this? There's nobody to deduce in here apart from you who I've already done! My mind will shrivel! It needs to be exercised!" Sherlock started to rant.

"Alright Spock calm down! While we're here we might as well go through the boxes and find your bloody microscope before help comes. At least that will pass some time."

With that Sherlock and John started to root through the boxes looking for the "Science Stuff". Even though the room was small it was piled high with boxes. John inwardly groaned as he cast aside yet another failed box, this was going to take forever! Just then he heard a low baritone chuckle coming from the other side of the room. He looked over and saw Sherlock holding up the Cluedo box looking at John with a raised eyebrow. "You know it's probably going to be at least another three hours, we could play…you know for old time's sake." John sighed but couldn't stand the thought of going through more boxes. "Fine but only one game! And I swear if you claim it's the bloody victim again I will tell Mycroft that you secretly love The Hobbit and like to pretend you're the dragon!" John said slyly. Sherlock had gone slightly pale but nodded in agreement, "His name is Smaug" he said quietly. John laughed and shook his head while putting a box in between them to play. The first game was over swiftly and quickly carried on to the next game...and the next. Soon an hour had passed and they had played about 6 games in total. "JOHN! THAT IS NOT EVEN LOGICAL! HOW COULD KILL THE VICTIM WITH PLASTIC STRING?!"

"I DON'T KNOW! SHE COULD HAVE RAMMED IT DOWN HIS THROAT AND MADE HIM CHOKE! Ok I think its best we stop before you go into one of your sulks! (And if you want to talk about illogical try talking about how the victim killed himself with a candle stick)" John said under his breath. "Let's continue going through boxes"

"Fine" Sherlock mumbled and sulked off to the far corner of the room. John exhaled very slowly before crouching down to look at the bottom boxes. As he was skimming the names he briefly saw something saying "childhood". He quickly went back and found a small, tattered, brown box labelled "Childhood memories-open at your own peril". John looked over his shoulder to see Sherlock vigorously tearing at boxes, becoming impatient to find his holy microscope. He turned back to the box and opened it. Inside were all sorts of photos, children's books and what appeared to be a child's size chemistry kit. John smiled to myself and started to rifle through the photos. The first one was when Sherlock was a baby. He could see the resemblance from the small mop of black curly hair right down to the bored expression on his face. The next was at what looked like a 3rd birthday party, John couldn't help but giggle when he saw Mycroft looking sorrowfully at the cake which had just been demolished by Sherlock's head. The next photograph made John very confused. It looked like a family portrait however there was an extra person. Sherlock's parents were standing at the back with Sherlock (about 10) and Mycroft (about 19) in front but between the two boys was a girl, who looked around 16.

The girl at a glance didn't look much like the rest of the family but if you looked closely you could see the resemblance. She didn't have black hair but an auburn kind of colour which was just shoulder length. She didn't have an aloof of bored expression on her face like everybody else did; instead she was smiling, not so much with her mouth but with her big, warm brown eyes. John was just about to shout over to Sherlock and ask him who she was when Sherlock's face appeared over his shoulder.

"Lara" Sherlock whispered softly

"Who?" John said with a confused face

"My elder sister, Lara Amelia Holmes"

"Well that's quite normal name for a Holmes!"

Sherlock continued to stare at the photo with, was that sentiment in his eyes? He chuckled, "yes she was quite normal compared to us" he sighed, "Our parents didn't really pay her much attention because of that fact. They were more focussed on Mycroft and I, wanting to push us to do better. Lara wasn't as smart as us, she couldn't deduce but she was lovely. Whenever I was upset she would always know and come and comfort me whether that was to sing a song, read a book or even play pirates! When Mycroft left for university she was always there so I wasn't lonely and always stood up for me. When Mummy started educate me she would push Lara to the side saying at least two out of the three were smart, Lara never seemed to get upset especially in front of me. However I do remember one time standing at the top of the stairs and listening to Mummy lecturing her on finding a husband as that is all she would be good for in life and left Lara to cry in the hallway. As soon as I went down to comfort her she stood up proudly, dried her eyes and said 'Come on Captain Sherly, we have treasure to find and sea monsters to kill"

John laughed softly at the image of Captain Sherlock however this seemed to bring Sherlock out of his trance and a cold look came into his eye. "But one day, not long after this photo was taken and after the argument I heard, I ran into her room and she wasn't there. I Ran all round the house and asked one of the maids who just started to cry and then walked away. Mycroft had come home the previous evening so I went to ask him but he didn't answer, just looked sadly down at me and shut his door. I found Mummy and she said that Lara had gone and was never coming back. She left me." With the Sherlock shoved the photograph back into the box just as the door opened. He stormed out leaving John very bewildered. He ran after Sherlock, just taking the time to grab the photograph, stuff it in his pocket and to thank the man who had been sent to release them.