Enola laid in the double bed that belonged to her elder brother, she hadn't expected to be sent away from the group of older men after asking them for her help. All she'd done was tell them her alibi- which was actually true, and they'd sent her to Sherlock's room like she was a young child again! It was disgraceful!

But she was actually tired deep down, she did not sleep much yet she'd been awake for the past three days trying to get her way to her brothers flat and dodging the police. She wouldn't have went to Mycroft, she detested him. Not fully of course as he was her eldest brother but he'd been the one who'd tried to send her away after their mother had ran away, he was the reason that Enola had ran away in the first place at the age of just fourteen.

A finishing school! That's what he called it, but it was just a lame excuse to get rid of her. Enola knew what Mycroft was like, he didn't have the time or space for her and it was much easier just to get rid of her and use the excuse that he wanted her to become a 'proper lady'. Well, there was no way in hell that Enola was to be a 'proper lady' she liked being the way she was- like her brothers.

What got her more though, was the fact that Sherlock had been the one who had sent Enola to his room. Sherlock had always been the one whom which would be on Enola's side, he was always the one who would stick-up for her no matter what. Even after not seeing him for two years, he'd still been the one who helped Enola. The thing with Sherlock was the fact that he would actually make proper jokes with her, he wouldn't hide himself away. She'd only seen him and the John person together for a certain amount of time but she could tell that Sherlock was like that with John. She didn't know why but... She felt jealous.

The next thing Enola knew, someone was rasping harshly on her door. "Enola get up now, it's morning!" The mono-tone voice said. Enola sighed, rolling out of the bed and falling onto the floor lazily before slowly pushing herself up to her feet and opening the door slightly. "you look a complete state" Sherlock stated bluntly, looking her over. She was still wearing the same as yesterday and all her clothes were scrunched up, her brown hair was all messed up and some of the very little mascara she wore had smudged.

"No shit Sherlock" Enola muttered before laughing slightly at the saying "I'm going to copyright that." Sherlock rolled his eyes and walked into his room, pushing Enola to the side before chucking her one of his tops and his dressing grown.

"Put these on and I'll get Mrs Hudson to wash what you are wearing quickly"

"Erm..."

"But you'll have to keep the same underwear on of course" sighed Sherlock, after so many years Enola still acted like a small child at times. She just grinned brightly and shooed Sherlock out of the room before she got changed swiftly and went outside, dumping her old clothes in the womans arms who was standing outside her room who she guessed was Mrs Hudson and obviously was when she smiled at her.

"Hello dear, so I hear you are Sherlock's younger sister" she said, Enola smiled at her and looked about looking for Sherlock or Jonny... Or whatever his name was before smiling at Mrs Hudson when they were not in there.

"Yeah I am... Do you know where Sherlock and em..."

"John"

"Yeah that's his name!" Enola said, making a mental note in her head to try not to forget his name again "do you know where they've went... Oh and Mycroft"

"Well Mycroft left late last night and Sherlock and John have only just left, he just told me to clean your clothes and was off; who does he thing I am? I'll let you know, I am not his housekeeper... Now why don't I put these clothes on and then get us some tea and buiscuits"

"Two sugars please, i find it stimulates the brain more"

"Okay but just this once dear" Mrs Hudson said, walking into the untidy kitchen. Enola stood up and picked up a random violin that was lying about and started playing it. "You're just like your brother" Mrs Hudson called from the kitchen.

"Which one?" Enola called back "because I can hardly see Mycroft playing the violin and anyway it was Sherlock who taught me." She started playing a happy quick tune which went on for ages and by the time she had finished Mrs Hudson had left her a tea and a plate of biscuits on the small coffee table. She started playing the violin again, and got lost in a song and the next thing she knew someone was clapping from behind her. She turned to see Sherlock standing in the doorway.

"Where did you go?" Enola asked gently, placing the violin down and sitting down on the armchair.

"You do not need to know that" Sherlock stated.

"Well, I already know that you had some difficulty at the place you went because of slight rip in your coat, you went somewhere where there is mud and quite a lot of it by the state of your trousers which may only be slight but I know what you're like with getting just a little messy, you obviously were outside because you are wet which I can see from here even though it is only raining a little bit either that or you decided to go for a swim an-"

"I get the point Enola"

"Okay well I'm going out anyway" Enola shrugged.

"Not like that you're not" Sherlock said stubbornly.

"Well my jeans are done so I'll just go out in them and your top" smiled Enola, running into Sherlock's room and quickly putting the jeans on and ignoring Sherlock's protests. She hailed for a cab, keeping her head down and quickly getting her phone out and ringing the number she'd last rang.

"Jim? It's me, I'm on my way to yours, just thought I'd tell you so you didn't get your idiotic guards to try and kill me again so you better listen to this message before I get there..." She hung up and then quietly mumbled under her breath. She got the cab to stop off a couple of blocks away from his house and walked the rest nf the way, it was all deserted luckily with no one really about apart from the odd couple of poeple. She came up to the house with the large doors, she pressed the little button and a small clicking sound was heard before the door opened just slightly. She walked through cautiously before one of Jim's guards; Blake his name was, came up to her and led her inside. The house was quite large, with a number of doors and a big staircase. Blake showed Enola into the guest room where she stayed standing obidiently. After a couple of minutes Jim came in and sat down on the soft white sofa patting the space next to him.

"You can sit down you know" he said, Enola went and sat beside him, smiling at him softly. "I have to leave soon, I have an appointment with an old friend"

"You always do" Enola said quietly, she felt uncomfortable around Jim for some reason whereas if she was with anybody else she would sit there and be all cocky.

"Hmm... Well how about I make it up to you"

"How?" Enola asked, tihs caught her attention, Jim would hardly ever be like this, he'd normally complain at her for answering back. Jim reached into his pocket and pulled out two small tickets. "What are they for?"

"There's a masked ball tomorrow night at London Square and I assumed you would join me"

"Of course I will" Enola said happily "wait... But what about th-"

"It's masked Enola, they won't know it's you" Moriarty said, rolling his eyes impatiently. "You will come!" He suddenly snapped, causing Enola to gasp slightly as he harshly grabbed her wrist. "And you should have figured out that they wouldn't notice you, I wouldn't let them!"

"Jim... Please let go... You're hurting me" Enola said softly but hesitantly. She saw the flash of pure anger go through his eyes as he dug his nails in and twisted her wrist more "Jim!" She shouted before he released her and brought his hand back, looking at her with pure guilt. Enola craddled her injured wrist in her other hand looking it over.

"I- I didn't mean to do that, but you made me" Moriarty said, standing up fluently "Be here at seven tomorrow, you can get ready here" he muttered, storming out. Enola sighed before looking up and there stood Blake.

"Time to go" He said gently "are you ok?"

"I'm fine, perfectly fine" Enola mumbled, getting up and starting to walk out, this time with Blake behind her. "Blake?"

"Yes Miss?"

"I've told you about calling me that" Enola sighed.

"Sorry Miss... Yes Enola?" Blake corrected himself.

"What does Jim do? And why doesn't he ever ask anything at all about me, I mean I ask about him all the time and he always changes the subject"

"I'm afraid I can't tell you that Mi- Enola... He wouldn't allow it" Blake replied just as Enola walked out of the door and he shut the door before she could reply.