A/N: Alright, so this is going to be a one-shot most likely. I got the idea from kate2814. And I just want to thank her personally for the inspiration. :) Also, please forgive me of any and all type-o's I might make.

"How did you manage to pull that off?" Sherlock angrily demanded.

"How was I going to know that the door was going to close?"

The storage room wasn't as nearly cluttered as the flat was or could possibly be. A few cardboard boxes littered the entire room. Some of which I distinctly remember, but never paid much attention to what was written on the side of them.

"How much do you want to bet that Mycroft is watching us?" I asked trying to lighten the mood.

"He most likely is and is laughing at us," Sherlock answered with a hint of a smile on his face.

I started wondering around and looking at what the boxes' sides read. A few caught my eye, but I didn't think that Sherlock would greatly appreciate me rummaging through his stuff. There was one that kept grabbing my attention. It was a small box, across it in bold red letters read, "Childhood Memories Enter at Your Own Peril". I couldn't help myself and opened it.

"What is all of this stuff, Sherlock?" I asked lifting up a baseball and a picture frame.

He glanced over and simply replied, "They're just things from my childhood."

I looked at the picture. It was in front of pond with three children. They were standing from biggest to smallest and looked like they would much rather be else where. I recognize Mycroft and Sherlock, but there was a young girl who looked no more than seven or eight.

"Who is she?" I asked.

Sherlock walked over right next to me, "She's my older sister, Rosalind. She disappeared when I was five. This was the last picture we had together. She was really nice to me but just wasn't like Mycroft and me. Out of the three of us, she was the most normal. I'm sure right about now Mycroft has sent someone to get us out so that we'll stop talking about Rosalind."

"Why didn't I know that you had a sister?" I asked.

"I prefer not to talk about her. Before you, she was the only one who treated me like I was human."

It didn't take a rocket scientist to see that he truly cared about Rosalind. In his grey eyes, they just seemed to be begging for his one and only sister back.

"What happened to her?"

"No one knows. One day she was there, the next she was… gone."

"She has to be alive! She's a Holmes!" I tried.

Sherlock chuckled, "We are still human. So we can die, still. Shoot! Why is there no reception here?"

He tried to get something so that we could call for help, ever since we got trapped.

After about half an hour Sherlock was to the point of banging his head against the cold metal door.

But, finally, the door opened. There was an outline of a woman shadow.

"Oh thank goodness you're alright, Locky!" She ran to Sherlock and hugged him like there was no tomorrow. She was dressed in official looking clothing.

"Excuse me, but who are you?" Sherlock asked prying the clinging figure off of him.

"You feeling alright, Locky Loki?" She asked putting a hand to his forehead, "Hmm. Well, you don't have a fever," she smiled brightly, "I get it! You're just being silly with me!"

"Uh. Excuse me," I tapped her shoulder. She looked at me.

"I know when Sherlock's joking, and right now, he isn't."

"Wait," she turned back to face Sherlock, "You really don't have a clue, do you?" She didn't sound accusing, just confused and hurt.

"Locky Loki?" She asked.

He had a confused look on his face, "Only one person would call me that," immediately his face lit up, "Rosalind?"

"Locky Loki remembers! Yes, it's me, Rosalind!" She beamed.

A/N: Well, that was my first shot at one-shot. Constructive criticism is welcomed and let me know what you thought of it! :D