Three weeks after I convinced Sherlock to let me stay with him I began giving up on my dad.

I was sitting across from Doc with the computer on my lap. Doc had coffee in one hand and a newspaper in the other. Sherlock was out with Mycroft, trying to convince him he still hadn't found me. I didn't understand why Sherlock didn't simply give Mycroft his flash drive back. I had moved all my information onto an empty flash drive that Sherlock had.

Doc cleared his throat loudly. I continued ignoring him. He cleared his throat even more loudly. I frowned at him.

"Doc." I growled.

"Your hour's almost up." He replied through his paper.

"I've got five minutes left before the FBI's red flag goes up." I spun around in my chair. Doc was right, I needed to shut the computer down. I hit the power button. Doc smiled as I closed the top.

"There that's better, don't want the FBI busting down our front door."

Sherlock's keys clicked in the lock. I watched my older cousin come through door, his hands were stuffed deep in his pockets. I had learned in the past three weeks that meant he was annoyed, though his face showed nothing.

"Sherlock?"

He said nothing. Sometimes he went for days without saying anything, and it drove me nuts. He took his soaking wet coat off and hung it on the door. I watched him carefully. "What did Mycoft say?"

"Nothing, he's an idiot. Post John." Sherlock threw a bunch of mail on the table, but kept his hand on a specific envelope. Doc noticed.

"What's that?" He asked.

"For me." Sherlock said putting the envelope in his back pocket. John eyed it, so did I. Sherlock never hid mail, or at least not in front of us. Doc gave me a small smile.

"Jade, why don't you take you research into Sherlock's room and…"

"Yeah, yeah I know when I'm not wanted." I picked up my research into my arms and planted a small kiss on Doc's cheek. He laughed and watched as I made my way into Sherlock's room. I closed the door behind me.

I couldn't pretend I wasn't interested in Sherlock's letter. I cracked the door a little, it was quickly slammed shut. "Thanks Sherlock!" I shouted.

I lay down into my cousin's bed. I couldn't explain what he smelled like, or why I felt comforted whenever I smelt it. I pulled my research toward me.

My dad had vanished in Scotland, his body was never found, his occupation was never officially known, and he was often in contact with the British government. The only thing I managed to weasel out of Sherlock was that he was on a business trip when he vanished.

I blew my hair out of my face. Doc's voice was raising. "When did you get this?"

I didn't hear my cousins response, but Doc's voice was getting louder. "Sherlock, this is madness! She can't stay here! Jesus Christ, the danger is unbelievable." I heard springs in the chair squeak aggressively. I sat up in Sherlock's bed. I moved silently to his door and cracked it open.

"I know, John."

I thought Doc had been the one who sat down, but my cousin was sitting in the chair with his face in his hands. He ran them through his hair carefully. He looked tired.

Sherlock stood up slowly. Doc and him might eyes. "What do you want me to do, John?" He sound exhausted.

Doc stayed unbearably quiet for several seconds. He looked over to Sherlock's room and noticed the door was cracked. His frown lines increased. "Jade, you haven't run away on us again, have you?"

I opened the door a little farther. Sherlock and Doc both watched me closely. "I'm not going anywhere so quit looking at me like that." I snapped.

Doc pulled the letter off the counter top. "Show her." He said shortly.

Sherlock took it out of Doc's hands, and passed it slowly out. I grasped it delicately in my hands, I put my finger in and fished out a picture of…me? I took the picture between my fingers, there was a yellow slash through my eyes and a yellow 8 over my face, it had been taken when I was sitting on the fire escape. I looked at Sherlock. "What is it?"

"A death sentence." My body froze. I looked at Sherlock horrified as my eldest cousin stood in the doorway.

"Mycroft!" I stumbled back against Doc. Sherlock was staring straight at his brother.

"So much for letting me tell her first." He said quietly.

I looked between my two cousins, and turned to look at Doc. He was just as shocked as I was. I gulped. "Sherlock, did you call him?"

Sherlock nodded. "I received this letter yesterday. The Chinese organization, the Black Lotus, have taken John hostage before. Chances are high they'd take you too."

"Sherlock I'd be fine. Don't make me go back with him."

"I'm thinking of your safety." He said almost gently…for Sherlock.

"Sherlock…" I couldn't believe I was starting to cry. I had gotten used to living there, I had gotten soft. I liked waking up every morning and smelling Doc make coffee. I liked playing war games and solving minor "dull" cases with Sherlock. "I'd rather take my chances with you." I tried to stop my voice from cracking.

Doc cleared his throat. "Jade, it's not safe for you to stay here…"

"Why would I be safer with Mycroft?" I demanded. "Answer me that."

"You'd be safer back in America." Mycroft answered shortly.

"I'd rather die." I said coldly. Sherlock's mouth twitched a little like it didn't know if it should frown or smile.

"Well I hope you mean that." Sherlock said harshly. "Because stay in England and I promise you, you will die." His voice was cold and meant to be mean. "For God's sake Jayden, did you really think I wouldn't turn you over to Mycroft anyway. At the end of the summer you were as good as gone."

"Sherlock." Doc said in shock.

"Oh please, John. You knew it too, and I didn't see you running off to tell her." Sherlock's face was unreadable, but one thing I noticed, there wasn't a trace of pain in it. My tears stopped as I stared at my cousin's stone face.

I took a step away from Doc, away from my cousins, towards the window.

"Don't even think of it. I have agents at the bottom of that fire escape and the front door. You wouldn't get a foot." My heart began racing. I felt cornered, my therapist had warned me to watch my temper. My PTSD would become animal instinct if I wasn't careful.

"I hate you." I hissed at Sherlock.

"Get in line." He said roughly.

Mycroft cupped his hand on my shoulder, I shrugged him off rudely. I went into Sherlock's room, grabbed my bag and my research and stuffed it all together. I threw in all my clothes. I took his laptop. I figured Sherlock owed me that much.

I picked up each previously used blowdart and stuck them in my pack. I left the green laying on my cousin's bed. I didn't want it anymore.

Mycroft was watching me from the doorway. I kept packing because I hadn't decided what to do just yet. I surveyed Mycroft up and down, I knew he was probably telling the truth about having multiple agents at the bottom of the fire escape and front door.

I rolled my eyes at him as I walked pass. I saw Doc sitting with his face in his hands, while Sherlock was drawing his bow over his violin. The song sounded sad to me.

I stared at Doc sadly. I was going to miss Doc, I had wanted more time living in a house instead of on the streets, but it was clearly time to go. I gave Doc a small hug. He wrapped his arms around me miserably. "I wouldn't blame you if you ran away this time."

I held on to Doc's warmth for as long as I could. "Good to know." I pulled away and smiled into my friends blue eyes. There was a kitchen window off to the right. There was a small building next to it, and if a person were to burst through it at just the right angel they'd land on the building's roof. Well away from any agents waiting at the bottom of a fire escape. Doc's arms released me.

And I was an expert on angels.

My body went through the window with a shower of glass behind it. My arms were slashed brutally as I cover my face. I rolled painfully onto the rooftop. Air whistled out of my lungs loudly. I cried out in pain as one who just smashed through a window would. I was pretty sure the laptop was destroyed, but I had to keep going. I hopped from one rooftop to the next..

I couldn't hear him from where I had run, but behind me Mycroft turned to Sherlock and said closed to amused, "What a coincidence, that's how Sherlock left Mother and Father's house."

Mycroft's goons were waiting. I turned on my heel and ran in the other direction, but more were closing in. If I were in my normal state of mind I would have laughed at the legions of police officers needed to take down a Holmes girl. I felt a rough hand grab me by the collar of my sweatshirt. He slammed me against a cop car. I kicked him where the sun didn't shine.

It wasn't long before I was eventually pinned a car, and found my hands being cuffed behind me. My nose was bleeding profoundly, and so was my lip. I kept my eyes trained straight ahead as they shoved into the back of the car. As the summer winds blew I could smell my former favorite cousin's presences behind me. I wiped my nose on my sleeve.

Mycroft leaned in and gave the officer instructions on where to go, but I wasn't listening. I was staring at my now tattered jeans, with bitter tears in my eyes. A second lady officer climbed into the passenger's side. The car jerked forward.

I caught a glimpse of the lady's face in the review mirror. Asian, pretty, she had a look of seriousness on her face that would have made my cousin laugh. I felt a sharp pain in my chest.

I officially hated my life.

The lady cop twisted in her seat, and I shot her look of anger. She smiled. "Oh please you have no right to be angry at me." She was dabbing something on a white rag. "Yet."

She thrust the clothe over my mouth and nose. I tried to pull back, but her hand gripped my throat like a vice.

The last thing I remembered was screaming my cousin's name.