Sherlock quickened his pace along the cement paved side walk, each step landing ever so quietly as if he were trying to hide every possible conclusion that he had ever existed. Which he was, especially with a case like this and John's life on the line did not make it any of the much easier?

The moon broke through the clouds as Sherlock gave a silent cough.

A text came through his phone.

Where are you? –JW

On my way, be cautious –SH

Did you remember Dinner? –JW

Of course, did you remember the case? –SH

With the mad doctor? Yes and I am positive we won't be seeing him anytime soon, now hurry. –JW

Keeping it short and to the point he texted back with a simple, You can never be sure John –SH

It wasn't long until Sherlock had made it back to the flat. With a sigh he pushed open the door, climbed up the flight of stairs and greeted his way into the barren room.

"John!" he exclaimed, shocked as he looked around his almost spotless flat, "Where are all of my experiments! John! What have you-"

John peeked around the median in between the kitchen and the small living room, a very fake and wary smile lingering on his face, "Sherlock we have company… Don't you remember me telling you that? Dinner tonight?"

"What do you mean company?" Sherlock spat, "You haven't had a girlfriend since February and you have no friends," Sherlock paused, "Except for Mike of course, but you haven't talked to him in ages-"

"Sherlock-" John tried to intervene.

"Besides why bring up an old friendship when things are doomed from the start, clearly you had no common interest and no intent on staying friends with him-"

"Sherlock are you quite finished."

"No I am not, John," Taking a small breath he looked behind john, "Besides we have an important case to get onto, we-"

"Sherlock! Shut up!" John Coughed, straightening out his clothes as he calmed his mind and his temper. "I would like you to meet, my sister, Harry."

A tall almost slender women who looked nothing like john stood up, "Mr. Holmes," She smiled looking down, "It is an absolute pleasure to meet you, after all johns been through, you have been an incredible-"

"Pleasure." He interrupted, rudely and with a cruel look in his eyes.

"Sherlock. She's my sister!" John raised his voice almost getting to the point of punching his best friend square in the jaw.

"I know, which means she deserves no special treatment." He poured himself a drink of wine, drinking distastefully.

"The last time you were this unseeingly rude to someone… was… was with moriarty!" John stuttered, trying to gather his thoughts from his almost blinding rage.

"Oh john, please sit down." Harry brushed some of her frizzy hair away from her face, "It's quite alright. I'm fine."

"But harry-"

"John, please. Let's just eat and have a good time." She rose her glass to him, then made a cold, least deserving eye contact with Sherlock, "Besides, I'm pretty sure your roommate here has some important news to tell you."

The room went quiet as Harry slid her utensils over as she reached over and put some ham that her brother had made onto her porcelain plate, "John," She placed her silverware carefully in each hand, "Have you got a job yet? You haven't kept me updated on anything since I visited you in the hospital after your accident."

The ice coming from Johns sisters mouth made Sherlock want to go and turn on the fireplace, "Do you have a reason for being here?"

"I actually work at the hospital occasionally. They like my are of expertise and I am just a good hand to keep around." John kept the conversation going as if Sherlock hadn't even said a thing.

"Oh that is absolutely wonderful."

"How's your drinking? Are you still-"

"Oh heavens no, I got into a rehabilitation center that has helped me a lot. Met a guy and now mum insists that I come and check on my brother, she's getting sicker, you know."

"Really?" Johns expression dropped.

Sherlock rolled his eyes, he never actually knew the complication of family bonding. Seeing as his mother, who was depressed and obsessed with the way she was presented, never expected much from her children. Only that they became successful. His father wasn't any help either, with his drinking addiction and the constant beating of his mother, but Sherlock had never told anyone that, he had kept it a secret for so long it was shocking and almost scandalous to even think about it.

"Sherlock?" Harry's voice poked through his thoughts.

He looked around for john, but found him nowhere in sight, "Where's John?"

"HE went upstairs to get my bag, I left a not from our mum in there she actually hasn't gotten this whole technology thing down yet." Harry smiled slyly.

"For the 2nd time, Ms. Watson. Why is it that you came here tonight, because I am almost positive that it was not for john."

"Oh Sherlock…" She said playfully, resting her head on her hand with a pout, "You're no fun." She laughed and stood up, walking over to him, "What do you expect from me? Family fighting? A little wrestling?" She punched him lightly on the arm, biting her tongue with a smile, "Or just cold-blooded murder?"

"What?"

"John doesn't know, but I definitely know you. We haven't met but I definitely know you." She sat down next to Sherlock, leaning against the table, "We have been watching you."

"We? What do you-"

"Oh come on, you are supposed to be the most intelligent man to ever exist aren't you? Tell me who 'we' is." Smirking she heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Now if you are trying to play a game with me Harriet Watson, I will-" John stopped as he look at his sister, "Harry are you okay? Sherlock what did you do? I was only gone for 3 minutes!"

"What do you mean?" turning back to, Sherlock glared at the now crying damsel in distress as she cried and sputtered, giving Sherlock a quick slap and then running to John's arms.

"Sherlock?" John mouthed, "What did you do?"

"J-j-j John? Go get my bag will you? I-it's next to your laptop. I j-j-just need to get my coat. Please walk me to my car?"

"Are you sure?"

She nodded, looking back to Sherlock, "Positive."

John ran back upstairs and Harry changed like the sun to the moon, "So I guess this is goodbye" She grabbed her coat off of her seat.

Trying to make sense of the situation, Sherlock stayed silent.

John made his way back down stairs, "Harry lets go." He shouted.

Leaning over in Sherlock's ear, Harry Whispered something that would haunt him, "I'll be sure to tell Moriarty 'Hi' for you. He sure does miss you, Sherlock Holmes."