Sherlock tried to get her to talk, every time she came out of her room for food over the weekend. Then Monday rolled around and he had to get ready to see Euros so he couldn't waste time in the morning. It would have to be in the evening.

She cane downstairs and watched him though. He was up and putting his violin in a case and she was leaning against the wall, watching him. He knew she was getting things to use against him if she ever needed it and he let her.

However Veronica was more curious as to why he was so nervous to go and see his sister. Made her want to tag along, but he hadn't tried hard enough to make up for his distrust in her. They hadn't even talked about why she knew a teacher could have also killed the three students.

Turns out one teacher and three bullied girls live close enough to have all done it, and suspicion was only going to get them so far.

Veronica knew another day with the teacher and students might turn up a better pool but she wanted to go with Sherlock. She wanted to meet Euros.

"Does she like new people?" She asked Sherlock making him pause.

"Yes."

"Would she like me?" He turned now, staring and assessing her. "Can I meet her?"

"No." He told her out right and she crossed her arms. "Why would you even want to?"

"I just figured that if you didn't trust me to go to the school alone I could just tag along with you." She snapped and moved to get her backpack. "Have fun playing with your sister then." She slammed the door on her way down and Sherlock pinched his nose and groaned.

She was gone by the time he headed down and got into a cab. He didn't want her to see Euros, and he wasn't sure Euros would actually like her. She might see her as a threat that she needed to kill off.

He sat in the cab, sat in the helicopter and the. Sat outside the sell Euros was in, not going in just yet and trying to school his emotions and make sure she would not see any part of him being distracted.

He went inside, violin at the ready and played as he walked, she turned and watched him and eventually got up as well and grabbed her own from the far table and started to play in sync.

She played a song next and he followed her lead. She was assessing him, looking him over and even as he tried to hide it, she saw that he had someone new in his life. Someone he didn't talk about. She stopped playing even as he carried on and she sat down, tilted her head and waited.

He stopped before long and started to pace. "Her name is Veronica. She's like us, her brain is. Mycroft calls her my ward. She's 17 and an American. She stopped working for them because no one believed her rape accusations and no one would hunt down her sisters murderer. She is closed off but willing to work with me. She likes criminal case work. She's actually undercover at a school trying to find out who killed three young girls with laced weed." He went on to tell her all the facts he had racked up about her and she. He was through he told Euros about how she was angry with him for not trusting her and thinking she had run away.

"I want to meet her." She spoke, and Sherlock took a long pause, almost like he couldn't believe that she had. He looked her over wondering if it would even help.

"Like I said she's at a school-" he stopped talking when she stood and moved towards her bed. "I will get her, but it will take time, maybe by this afternoon." He told her and she just nodded and stayed on the bed.

Sherlock left her and ordered the helicopter to come back and the long trip made it feel like seconds as he went into his mind palace and made plans of getting Veronica and her cello.

He got to the school and as she was escorted to the office she seemed surprised to see him. "She's spoken... she wants to meet you." He told her in the cab ride to Baker St.

"Does that mean you talked about little ole me?" She asked and smirked as he seemed worried or confused.

They got her cello and went back to the helicopter to take it back. She sat on it like less than a week ago and watched the ocean from the side. It was something she did on plane rides as well, just watched out of the window. Not scared or worried, just something to focus on so her mind wouldn't get overwhelmed.

They landed and she waited as Sherlock had to unlock every door with a key card and then she was face to face with a woman whose eyes shifted over her entire body, she was looking and seeing just as Sherlock had, but she made it obvious.

She walked forward, not afraid or worried and Sherlock set down her cello and moved the be between them. "This is Veronica, and this is Euros." He introduces and he watched his sister go and pick up her violin

Veronica simply watched as she started to play and she did play beautifully. Her posture was correct, her fingers were elegant, the bow was never misused.

She stopped and looked right to Veronica and then to the cello case.

She took the signal and went to set up, pushing her hair back and she started to play, something of her own and she watched as Euros went to the ground, crossing her legs and watching.

"Your sister loved you." She told her and while Sherlock was again shocked that she wa speaking Veronica just nodded.

"Your brother loves you still." She told Euros and Veronica waited for anything else.

"Together." She grabbed her violin, still sitting down she started to play Bach and Veronica followed her lead and after a moment Sherlock joined as well. All three were playing and it went on for hours and while Veronica felt like the odd one out, she also felt welcomed.

When they stopped Euros gave a pointed look at Sherlock and then the door. He paused and she moved to turn away but Sherlock took a couple stripes and told her they would only have 3 minutes alone.

Veronica stood and nodded to Sherlock before the doors opened and she knew she was going to be okay. She stood there, watching Euros as the doors closed again and she waited.

"He can't trust you because of me." She spoke and started to play with her hair.

"But I am not you." Veronica stated even though she knew Euros point.

"He doesn't trust Mycroft and he doesn't trust me. He can't trust anyone with our mind power. He thinks he can help you." Euros smirked and Veronica was wondering if she was going to make a play.

"Should I let him help me even if he can never trust me? Or should I cut my losses and head to America." She knew the moment she said that something set Euros off.

"You will stay with Sherlock! He needs to do this." She told her and Veronica waited. "I ruined our family. I wanted someone to play with so badly that I did something wrong without knowing how it would effect him." She started to sound scared and Veronica moved closer to the glass. "You have to let him help you before he hates me again. If he hates me I will have no one all over again. I will be alone with myself." She turned and ran a hand through her hair and kept repeating she would be alone again.

"Then he can help me a way he should have always been able to help you." Veronica touched the glass and loud sirens went off and the doors behind her opened automatically and Sherlock stepped in slowly and saw Euros away from the glass.

"There are no signs to not touch the glass." She told him and took a step back. By the time the sirens were off Euros was sitting on her bed, crying and rocking back and forth with her hands over her ears.

"We will go now, and visit when the case is done, shouldn't be more than a week." Sherlock told her once she calmed down. He had splayed a lullaby for her and she was relaxing.

"Veronica too." She glared at him and he nodded.

"As long as I don't get hacked into tiny pieces by the killer I will come." Veronica told her and Euros smiled at the joke and even giggled a little before they left.

"I like her." She whispered to herself as she hummed and her lights turned out. She hummed and closer her eyes until she was asleep and then she dreamed of the day she will see them again to play.