My brother's weakness. That is what I've always been. One day Sherlock will give me back...just like Jim said. I'll go back to him. No. No I won't. I will stay here, with Sherlock. My mind is so confused. "Will you give me back?", the words fall from my lips before I can stop them. Sherlock shoves me back, his lips pressing hard against mine. Our bodies melding together, as his tongue slips into my mouth. He tilts his head deepening the kiss.

My fingers grasp his shirt. His tongue glides against mine. Sherlock's hands rest on my hips, pulling me closer to him. We kiss for what feels like hours before Sherlock pulls his lips from mine. "Always focusing on the bad. If I was going to just return you to your brother, why would I have gone through the trouble of finding you", a blush spreads across my cheeks as I feel silly for assuming such things.

"Forgive me Sherlock", I gently press my lips to his. As I pull away, the door is thrown open. John and Lestrade walk in. John begins to say something but stops when he finally looks up. I smile at both of them. I've know John for a couple years now and simply adore his wife. I suppose you can say Mary and I are quite close. Not having much of a past to talk about has really brought us close.

"Morning Ella", I smile returning his greeting. "This is Detective Inspector Lestrade, I don't believe you two have met", I shake his hand. It's a pleasure to finally meet you I say. Sherlock walks to the kitchen to toy with his latest experiment. John walks over to him, "Sherlock, Lestrade has a case I think you'll find very interesting", he talks while Sherlock pretends to ignore him.

Lestrade comes closer. He looks down at me, "I've seen you before haven't I?". A smirk crosses my lips, he has seen me before. Sherlock asked me to pickpocket him before. Slipping my hand into his pocket to steal his credentials. My eyes meet Sherlock's, he shakes his head. I whisper, we may have crossed paths before but who knows I say. Lestrade smiles at me.

A throat is cleared, we both turn to see John and Sherlock staring at us. A blush dusts across my cheeks. Sherlock passes me a phone, "keep this". I excuse myself quickly and walk out. I run down the stairs, Mary walks out of their flat. She smiles at me, asking where I'm running off to.

"I was coming to visit"

"Well Hamish and I were on our way out. Care to join us?"

"Yes please"

We walk out, she passes me Hamish. He's grow so much. He has John's eyes, light brown but seem to change color in different lights. He favors his father in most ways. Running my fingers through his hair, I see blond. "Well now I see more of you in him", Mary laughs at my words.

"Ella"

"Yes"

"Why didn't you tell me about your brother?"

"..."

"We've told each other everything, or what I thought was everything"

"I didn't want anyone to act strangely around me. Knowing I'm his sister."

She turns and looks me in the eyes. "I would've understood. I whisper that I know, but my fears got the best of me. "What did you do there?" I shrug my shoulders before telling her everything. When I first arrived, he had set out clothes. I was pushed into the room and told to change into the clothes. He took my clothes away, asking me what I had been up to. I looked at him with such anger. Feeling so angry that he'd taken me from the life I had grown accustomed to.

"Ella", my eyes blink as I look up. Mary stands there, "would you mind if we went inside?". I look to my side, we stand before a shopping center. I nod. How long had we been walking? Mary opens the door and we go inside. It's been years since I've been inside one of these places.

We walk around, occasionally stopping in a store to look around. Mary pops into a men's clothing store. Hamish and I stand across the way, sitting on the fountain edge. He coos at me. I kiss his forehead, he's so adorable. "You look quite happy", I look to my side. Jim is sitting next to me. "You always spoke of wanting a family", he laughs. "Have you decided to come home yet?", I shake my head. He frowns running his fingers through his hair. "Sherlock won't give you what you want", his eyes stare into mine.

"Maybe not, but that doesn't matter", he tilts his head. "I'm not leaving with you, you don't frighten me", he smirks at me. "Just leave", he moves close to me.

I turn my head, staring at the store. Searching for Mary, hoping that she's coming. Jim's lips hover over my ear, "but you're my weakness Ella". I turn my head, my eyes wide. Sherlock's words fill my head.