Greg looked at the girl that had her arms crossed and a pout on her lips. She had red curly hair and brilliant blue. She couldn't have been more than sixteen and yet she was sitting here for theft. He sighed and walked into the room.

"You here to let me go, Foxy?" she asked. He snorted.

"I'm here because of who you claim to be," he replied.

"Claim?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "My dear Fox, you believe me to be lying."

"The name's Lestrade," he snapped.

"Touchy, aren't you?" she frowned. He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Alright. I apologize for my behavior. What do you want to know?"

"Is your name really Ember Holmes?"

"Yes. Now can you please call my dear brothers? I'm sure they'd be delighted to see me."

"Mycroft and Sherlock?" he asked. She raised an eyebrow. "I'll get them on the phone. Don't move."

Half an hour later, Mycroft and Sherlock arrived. They glared at the young woman and Sherlock turned to Lestrade and John.

"Would you give us a moment with our dear sister?" he asked. They nodded and left the office, leaving the three Holmes siblings.

"Ember Scarlet Holmes!" Mycroft snapped when the door shut. "Do you know how worried you made everyone? Mummy was in near tears when I called her to tell her where you were!"

"I doubt it."

"What?" Sherlock frowned. She looked up at them with some raging emotion in her eyes.

"Mummy doesn't care about!" she shouted.

"She does!" Mycroft snapped. "Even if she didn't, that is not the conversation we are having right now! You are supposed to be at school!"

"I don't like it there," she mumbled.

"It doesn't matter if you don't like it," Sherlock said. "We do things we don't like all the time. It's part of life, Ember!"

"You shouldn't have run away," Mycroft said and Sherlock nodded.

"I just wanted to see you," she said.

"There's a reason I bought you that phone," Mycroft snapped. "I'm taking you back first thing in the morning."

"But I'm alone! No one there likes me! I'm just the freak! Not even my teachers like me!" she shouted. "One failed me on purpose! My roommate threw my homework out the window in the rain!"

She was crying now and her brothers completely forgot to be mad at the sight of their younger sister's tears.

"Why didn't you tell anyone?" Sherlock asked.

"I tried but no one listened. They thought I was over exaggerating," she said. The two brothers exchanged glances.

"Ember," Mycroft said gently. "We can't just take you out."

"Yes you can!" she exclaimed. "You're the British Government and you're the best bloody detective there is."

"Ember, though I loath to admit it, Mycroft is right," Sherlock said. "You need schooling."

"I'm not going back there and if you make me then I'll get myself kicked out," she said.

"Ember, this is good for you. Being around others your age, dealing with their idiocy," Mycroft said carefully. She looked down, gripping the edge of the seat. "You have to understand…"

"I do understand!" she shouted. "I understand that the only two people who have ever been on my side are going to send me back to hell on earth!"

"Ember," Sherlock began.

"No! I refuse to go back! You can't make me!" she snapped, standing up as hot tears rolled down her cheeks. "I'll just get bullied until I get in another fight and expelled! Then Mummy will be 'disappointed' in me and I'll never get to see you guys just like last time."

The brothers stared at her as she wiped at her eyes. They exchanged looks and then pulled her into a hug between them. She sobbed into Mycroft's shoulder as Sherlock petted her hair.

"Ember," Sherlock said, his voice low and soothing. "We'll need to talk to Mummy but…"

He paused and looked at Mycroft, who nodded for him to continue.

"We'll get you out of there," he finished. Ember pulled back to look at them and sniffed gently.

"Really?" she asked, sounding too much like the child she used to be. "Can I stay with one of you?"

"We'll talk about it," Mycroft smiled. She grinned and hugged them again tightly. "Now, I believe we should have some introductions and then dinner, yes?"

They properly introduced John as Sherlock's flatmate and Lestrade ("Call me Greg, please. You'll be the only Holmes that does.") as Mycroft's boyfriend. They then went to Mycroft's, where Greg happily cooked them dinner.

They ate and talked for a while and the brothers noticed how their sister hardly ate anything on her plate. They exchanged worried looks.

When dinner was over, Mycroft showed Ember to a room she could stay in and they sat with her until she fell asleep. Sherlock gently brushed her hair from her eyes.

"Mycroft, we can't send her away," Sherlock said. "Not to another school."

"I know," Mycroft sighed. "We're not sending her to Mummy either. You know how she is."

They exchanged looks and Sherlock walked to the door. Mycroft walked towards Ember and pressed a kiss to her forehead. This was one of the few people that could bring their emotions to the front.

They walked towards the living room where Greg and John were talking. They looked over as the Holmes brothers approached. John cleared his throat.

"Sherlock, we better get going before it gets too late," he said. Sherlock nodded and turned to Mycroft.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he said. "Then we shall talk with Mummy together."

"I will see you then, brother mine," Mycroft stated. Sherlock nodded and turned to leave. He paused.

"Mycroft, I'm sure you noticed her lack of appetite tonight," he stated, turning back.

"I have," Mycroft nodded. "I will take care of her, I assure you."

Sherlock hesitated and walked to Mycroft. He wrapped his arms around him in a stiff, tight hug. Mycroft hesitated and slowly reciprocated it. John and Greg exchanged smiles.

"I will see you tomorrow, brother dear," Sherlock said as they released each other. Without another word, Sherlock and John left to their flat.