Andy and Cheshire tossed darts at a dartboard. They had some scotch shots between them and a joint they were sharing. They didn't really know what else to do, so they just drank and threw darts. They tossed darts at the board that was covered in photos of their friends and family members. Most of them were Sherlock and Jim. They were moderately high and drunk. Cheshire giggled as her dart smacked Sherlock right between the eyes. Andy did the same and they kept going on with their darts.

They were in an old building. The wood creaked, some spots rotted. Andy was having some men from his uncle's web to rebuild the inside, but leave the outside look trash just to hide their drug ring. The one that Mycroft doesn't really know about and the one Sherlock is finding for Lestrade. Jim is funding them and uses their product to keep some junkies who work for him on his web. The floor they were on were strong and elaborate. It had ruby walls and basically looked like something from a palace.

Cheshire hummed as one of their subordinates set down a cheese platter with fruits and other tasty morsels. Andy leaned forward and popped some cheddar in his mouth. Cheshire hummed as he gave her some grapes. They tossed more darts and took a swig of their drinks.

"This is good." Cheshire sighed and adjusted herself on Andy's lap.

Andy hummed and ran his hand in her hair. Cheshire made a content groan and rolled on her stomach. "You really are my Black Cat."

Cheshire turned on her back and was given a bit of cheese. Andy went back to musing with her hair and eventually felt her zone out. It meant she was going to the forest in her head. It was much like Sherlock's Mind Palace, but organized differently with trees marked with symbols and such. At least that's what Andy understood. He kept tossing darts until he ran out. He reclined the chair and kept playing with the near ebony locks. Cheshire yawned and he watched her body go from rigid to relaxed as she thought her way to sleep. Andy shooed one of the servants who had come to refill their drinks. He requested tea and shortbread cookies with jam. He had the television put on some news channel and changed it to Supernatural when he knew Cheshire was in R.E.M. He felt drool on his thigh and just sighed calmly. This was relaxing.

On the other side of London, Mycroft was frantic when Sherlock said that Cheshire was out with friends and hadn't been home in a few days. John and the others were just as angry. Currently now, Sherlock had zoned out into his Mind Palace while watching Mycroft pace around and calmly and somewhat quietly scolded him in the master bedroom of the flat. He had more important matters than worry about his little sister who was probably hanging out with Andy Moriarty. He was fine with it. He was snapped back into reality when Mycroft grabbed him by his ear and yanked hard.

"Where is she, William!?" He hissed to his baby brother.

"She's fine. She's with Andy for the day." Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"She's dating that Moriarty boy!?" He exclaimed loudly.

"What? No. I would know." Sherlock defended.

Mycroft stormed out like a rolling hurricane and Anthea followed tapping away on her phone. Sherlock and Jim had a mutual treaty. If the children - young adults - were to be friends and hang out together, all focus would be to protect them from other enemies. So, what did Sherlock do?

"Make sure Mycroft finds Cheshire, but with some of her girlfriends at some spa or whatever. Tell Andy to hang out with his boyfriend(s). Iceman is in the blizzard." - SH

"10-4. ;P" - Jim

"Don't do that." - SH

"10-4." - Jim

Sherlock scoffed and threw his phone across his room. He was in so much trouble for letting Cheshire go without letting Mycroft know where she went. It was the rule: "Let big brother know when baby sister went to play." They've had that rule since she went to her first school year. John walked in and saw Sherlock boredly stare at the ceiling laying on his back. He couldn't tell if the taller man was angry or bored.

"You alright?" He asked.

"I am in so much trouble."

Well, John didn't expect that to be uttered.