Enola was back in the cab when her phone went off, she took it out and answered it straight away as she already knew who it would be. And anyway there would have been no point to check as it would have said 'Unknown.' "Yes Jim?" Enola said softly after sighing.

"What is the one rule in this relationship?" The annoyed voice snapped at her from the other end of the call.

"Pardon?" Enola said normally, trying not to look to suspicious to the cabbie. She quickly closed the small glass window, separating her from the driver.

"You know what I mean! What did we agree on the first time we ever went out together?!"

"That we did not ask questions about each others life..." Enola mumbled. It was true, they had both agreed on it. Enola had said it because her life was just confusing, she could not bother to explain about her elder brothers to anyone she had a relationship with as normally when she did they'd end up leaving her. Scared they'd get questioned by them or that they'd end up in jail for no apparent reason if they knew who they were. She didn't honestly see why they were worried about that.. So when she had first met Jim she'd agreed to him reasoning on not saying about their family or what they do. It was difficult doing that because it just added more curiosity to her to find out what he does. They didn't even know each others surnames!

"So why, tell me, did I overhear you asking Blake about what I do?!"

"I was curious"

"I never ask about your life, so you WILL do the same, right? No more questioning Enola! I'm sick of you always asking!" And with that Jim hung up, Enola looked out the window as the cab pulled up to the shops. She got out, paid for the cab with the small amount of change she had and went to go and do some serious clothes shopping (which she actually despised.)

Oh well, Enola thought to herself, smirking, atleast I was able to get hold of Sherlock's bank card.

She put the jacket on before entering the house, her wrist was swollen and bruised. She'd forgot about Jim's strength when he was angry. She had many bags on her other arm and was about to kick the door when it opened with Sherlock standing behind it. "You went shopping" he stated.

"You think?" Enola replied sarcastically, struggling to get the bags up the stairs but finally succeeding.

"Where else did you go?" Sherlock questioned as she dumped the large bags on the floor.

"Just shopping" Enola lied, shrugging.

"Then what happened to your wrist?" Sherlock asked, nodding towards her right wrist.

"Nothing... I just fell and I think I may have twisted it or something" Enola lied again, Sherlock got up and went over to her, moving up the arm of the jacket and looking it all over.

"Then why did you hide it from me by wearing the jacket?"

"It was cold, Sherlock" Enola said, rolling her eyes and gasping as Sherlock poked some of the swollen area.

"Then why is the bruising in the wrong areas? If you had fell the bruising would not be to bad" Sherlock examined. Enola rolled her eyes and sighed again.

"Whatever Sherlock, you know what happened and you know why it's like this" She muttered, putting her arm back by her side and sitting on the sofa, under the death glaze of her elder brother.

"Sherlock, Mycroft wants you to go and meet him in that old bastards place" John said, walking through the doorway and freezing as he entered the room. "Has something happened?" He asked looking between them.

"No, I'll be back later, stay with Enola, John" Sherlock said grabbing his long coat.

"I'm not a child!" Enola snapped.

"Well you act like one!" Sherlock shouted back before slamming the door. Enola sighed as she heard the door slam and looked down at the floor ignoring John until he came and sat next to her.

"Let me check your wrist" He said, holding out his hand and taking it gently from where she'd had it rested on a pillow.

"That obvious, huh?" Enola asked.

"Well the way you were holding it gave it away, and then there's the fact your sleeve was still up and not covering the bruising" John said "don't worry, I am a doctor"

"I'm not worrying..." Enola muttered as he examined her wrist, gently unlike Sherlock. "John... Right?"

"Correct" chuckled John before clearing his throat "it's not broken, the bones been pulled out a bit so you must rest it or it will probably break"

"Great.. How am I suppose to do that?"

"Is there a problem?"

"I'm suppose to be going to this dance thing tomorrow..." Shrugged Enola "Nothing big"

"You mean The Grande City Masked Ball?" John asked.

"Yeah, that thing"

"It is actually quite a bit thing, me and Sherlock were given tickets in his last case"

"Great, so that means Sherlock will be there too... God save me" Enola sighed, bringing her legs up on the the sofa and closing herself in her own little bubble. About fifteen minutes passed and then John got up, Enola had nearly forgotten he was sitting beside her.

"Tea?" John asked.

"Black, two sugars please" Enola said gently, resting her head on the armrest. She glanced at the clock wondering how long Sherlock was going to be before shrugging the thought of him off. He had upset her; once again.

"Here we are" John said, coming back into the room with two cups, he placed one on the coffee table beside Enola and held the other one. "Are you alright?" He asked Enola, sitting on the armchair.

"Why has he changed?" Enola asked softly, John looked at her confused before she eliberated "Sherlock... He's acting so strange"

"He's always like this" shrugged John as Enola sat up, siping her boiling tea.

"Not with me... Oh well, never mind" Enola sighed again.

John knew why Sherlock was acting like this to Enola, but he couldn't say to her. It was because of Moriarty, he would of told her but it wasn't his place to tell. Sherlock and Mycroft had made him to agree on not saying anything incase of the way that Enola would react to it. Instead he attempted to change the subject. "Are you going with anyone tomorrow?" He asked.

"Yes... Jim" Enola said, John could sense that small amount of sadness in her tone, it seemed like she was trying to hide it more though. "He got the tickets, he said it was to make up for never being about and never really spending time with me... I don't believe him" She said truthfully, she felt like she could actually speak to John for some reason and be open with him.

"He never spends time with you?" Questioned John, he thought he might aswell find out about her relationship with his and Sherlock's enemy rather sit in silence.

"No" Shrugged Enola "He's always busy doing god-knows-what, whatever his job is, he prefers it to me"

"So wait... You don't know what Moriarty does?"

"Who's Moriarty?" Enola asked, looking up at John.