I could hear my brother's voice do that weird thing it does when he's trying to intimidate someone. When we were children he discovered that he could unsettle people by doing the unexpected. When James got angry his voice would jump up an octave instead of yelling. It caught our parents off guard and I hated it. My knees started to hurt from crouching. My shoes squeaked as I shifted and I winced. Sebastian ran in and began to grab me.

"C'mon Seb." I pleaded as he yanked me up and began to drag me through the door. "This is highly unnec-" My hands hit the floor as it hurried to meet my face.

Before I could look up Sherlock breathed on word "Elizabeth." I begged my eyes not to meet his, but they couldn't help it. They loved looking at him, but his eyes seemed exhausted at the sight of me.

"Little Eliza," My brother greeted me. His voiced seemed disappointed, but hardly surprised. "I told you not to get involved."

Sherlock's face changed to disgust as he put the pieces together. "You don't understand." I pleaded.

"Shush now, the adults are talking." I knew James wanted me to look at him, but I couldn't.

"Sherlock, please listen to me." I got to my feet and started towards him.

"Don't." He ordered as Sherlock pointed his gun towards me. "How long?"

I shook my head "What?"

His face crinkled in disgust, "Don't be stupid. How long have you been working with him?"

My brother audibly sighed, "Twenty-five years or-so." Finally, I looked at James. "My first and most loyal sidekick." He smiled almost genuinely. "Pretty, isn't she?" He began to circle the pool towards me. "You don't know what to do with them, do you? Pretty girls." He reached me and I felt a tear roll down my face.

"I'm sorry." I wasn't sure who I was sorrier towards. I loved my brother no matter what he had done. Sherlock, however, I wronged him before I had even met him. I never wanted to hurt either of them.

"Get out." Jim whispered in my ear.

I smirked "Am I stepping on your moment." I turned to face him "I know how long you've waited for this."

"GET OUT!" He screamed.

I turned to Sherlock and John "I'll be at home."

I pulled at a loose string on John's chair. Watching as it unraveled the surrounding area. The door downstairs slammed. "Elizabeth." John yelled as he ran up the stairs. "What could have possibly made you sell us out." His hands were balled up into fists as he paced the floor.

"Family ties are strong, especially between siblings." Sherlock calmly walked in.

"I didn't know what he would do with the information I gave him." I stood to defend myself. "He just asked for updates on you. What cases you took, which ones you didn't. That sort of stuff." My palms began to sweat as the boy's eyes scrutinized my every move. "I know my brother does bad things, but he's always been there for me. I was in trouble back home. He got me out of there at great expense to him. James flew me here and even paid my rent." I breathed, "He only asked that I called every week and told him about my neighbors."

"What a selfless brother." Sherlock deadpanned. "John can you give us a moment."

Johns eyes darted between Sherlock and I. "Uh, sure."

I darted towards Sherlock as John's shoulders diapered through the door. "Please forgive me." His coat knotted in my hand. "I didn't know."

"OF COURSE YOU KNEW!" He exploded, pushing me away. "Your brother is the highest profile criminal in the world." He lowered his voice considerably. "Of course you knew."

"That's not-" I started, but his rage was palpable.

"YOU'RE NOT STUPID, ELIZABETH." His eyes paralyzed me. "What did you think he would do with all that information. Did you think he would leave you alone? Did you think nobody would get hurt?" I stumbled back onto a chair. "How much of it was a lie?" He pressed his palms into the arms of the chair. "What was there not to know?"

"THAT I WOULD FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU." My voice cracked as I stood. Our faces inches apart. "IS THAT THE MISSING PIECE FOR YOU?" I pushed past him, but he grabbed my arm.

"How long?" His eyes begged mine to meet them.

I ripped my arm away from his grasp. "Long enough." I turned away before he could see me cry yet again today. I passed Mrs. Hudson on the stairs. "Oh Mrs.H, I doubt my brother will be paying my rent anymore. I'll need to break my lease, I'm sorry."