"So what did you find out today?" Molly asked ass he set some food on the table, relaxing as she noticed Ronnie and Sherlock were comfortable around each other finally.

They had arrived home and she could only guess that they made up some time this morning. She knew they were comfortable after only a couple seconds of being in the flat.

"He took me to-"

"School and we talked about what I needed to do. Like John said. Easy." Sherlock gulped hard and as Molly smiled at them. Veronica waited until her back was turned as she said something about the bathroom and she shifted her eyes to Sherlock.

"Do you always lie to your wife? Or is it just something I need to know?" She was becoming hostile again and Sherlock had to calm his irritation.

"I didn't tell Molly about Irene because I told her that I wouldn't take the case, and I don't tell Molly about Euros because it upsets her. She didn't ask me how my day went because she knows what I did, she asked you. So please, don't upset her by telling her I let you go. She will throw it out of proportion like when she learned I let you go undercover. And don't tell John either." He added and she nodded slowly.

"How did you find John?" Veronica asked and he smirked and shook his head before he started the story of their first case.

Molly came back into the kitchen and listened to the story she already knew and ate, making sure that Sherlock ate what she had dished him.

Sherlock then told Veronica about he met Molly, and Lestrade and while it was entertaining Molly seemed to want to know about the case.

"Who do you think did it?" She asked Veronica after the moved to sit in the main room. Sherlock was in his chair, Molly in Johns, and Ronnie was across from both on the couch and she just relaxed.

"I think it's a two party incident. I think their dealers laced the weed, accident or not, and someone found them and cut them. Can't really tell if the two are related unless we find out who the dealers are for their weed." She shrugged and looked at the wall and seemed to think more.

"Any idea who their dealer could be?" Molly asked her and she sighed.

"We'd have to get into their routine in school, have to get their phones. Look at their lockers, dig up dirt." Sherlock told Molly and Ronnie snorted making both adults look over at her.

"I could walk up to any stoner tomorrow and ask where they get their stash. I'm not an adult remember. Just means I'm going to need some cash to buy my own supply soon." She bounced her eyebrows and Sherlock shook his head and looked towards the fireplace. "What?"

"You will not buy drugs." He told her and she sighed.

"Why not? Because-"

"Because I said no. I will not have you buy or take any drugs-"

"I said nothing about taking drugs." She spoke loud and clear, standing now and Sherlock turned his eyes to her.

"I said no. You can get a name and then you're done."

"I say when I am done! I am not a child you can-"

"You are a child! You are under age! You are in school! You are under my roof." Sherlock shouted louder then her and she shook her head and Molly slowly stood up and made her way to stand in front of Sherlock. "If you touch one drug substance-"

"Careful Sherlock. Don't become a hypocrite." She cut him off and shook her head. "You think for even one second I would take drugs or drink alcohol after the upbringing I had? I get that you don't trust me because of what we're your sister did to you... but I am not her, and I am not you. Leave me the hell alone." She moved to get her jacket and shrugged it on before heading for the door.

"Where do you think you're going!" He shouted after her and she rolled her eyes before looking back.

"Out to find a crack pipe to smoke!" She bit out before jogging down the stairs and slamming the front door and jogging down the street. She turned and turned and somehow found herself in a park.

She went to sit under a tree and she kept warm as the wind blew hard. She sat three for what felt like hours before she heard heels walking up on the cobblestone on the other side of the tree.

"If I recall your name is Veronica." She heard the same voice as the night she went to Mycorfts last week.

"Irene Adler." She stood on cold wobbly legs and turned to face the woman in a fur coat. "Keeping tabs on me?"

"You, Sherlock, John... even Molly." She smirked and looked her up and down. "Shall we talk in the warm car?" She walked away anyway and Veronica followed slowly catching up, not wanting to seem too eager.

"Where are we going?" She asked since as soon as the doors were closed they started moving.

"To my home. It's private and you can relax there." She told Veronica and looked her up and down. "What's got you so unhappy? It's not a good look for someone so young." She clicked her tongue and shook her finger as she leaned back.

"Sherlock got me angry, so I left." She told her and Irene smirked.

"He's made me angry recently as well. What shall we do to get back at him?" Irene seemed all for getting back at him and Veronica seemed more suspicious of what she wanted.

"What do you want with me?" She asked and crossed her arms.

"I wanted Sherlock to help me find out who my father is. He declined. Now... now I have a woman who I have learned might need what I do, and more." She smiled and tilted her head. "You know where that man who murdered your sister is don't you?" She asked and Veronica gulped and looked out the window. "I can get someone to take care of that for you."

"I don't take hits out on people-"

"It would be all me. Consider it a favor." Irene stopped her and smiled. "You wouldn't be involved other than simply helping me. You can even deny knowing I did it for you after you help me."

"And you just want me to find your father... and what will you do to him once you find him? Kill him for not being around?"

"Is that what you would do to the man who left your mother pregnant with you?" She asked Veronica quickly and they both remained quiet for the remainder of the ride.

Everything was flashing through Veronica's mind. Things that could happen, what she could do, what would happen to the relationship she and Sherlock had if she helped Irene. She thought about Molly and John and the fact that Molly was trying to have a baby and John actually has a baby.

She sat there in the car and tried to deduce Irene for what her real motives were but she didn't get far.

They got to a newly remodeled townhouse and Irene lead her through the first couple rooms before she told someone to get a room ready and clothes for me. She set the papers out that she had concerning any clues she had of her father and Veronica looked them over slowly.

She got to the last page before there was banging on the front door and Irene pulled a pistol from a side drawer and told her to sit still.

Someone else had answered and let the person in, and when Sherlock walked into the room with his coat on and a furious expression she just sat there like Irene let her.

"Get up and get out to the car." He told Veronica slowly and she just sat there. "You heard me-"

"You don't get to just order me around Sherlock. I do what I want when I want to do it. You give me no trust and treat me like a five year old." She shifted her eyes from him to Irene, to the pillow she now had the gun under, and then back to him. He narrowed his eyes and she cocked an eyebrow and he just nodded.

"And you got her to do your biding. You plucked her form the street and brought her here to help you. You deal out favors for a living Irene... what kind of deal did she give you?" He turned and looked at Veronica before he seemed to deduce it.

"Something no straight and narrow consulting detective could offer her." Irene spoke and he turned to look at her.

"How could you possibly know about her sister?" He asked and she laughed, letting go of the gun and crossing her arms.

"You think I didn't get her file the second I knew who she was? I had her pinned down the second I finished it. I can offer her the one thing you can't and that is revenge." She pointed her finger and for just a moment Sherlock was worried about what Veronica would actually need and want to do.

"Did you now?" Veronica asked moving closer to her with a smile, pretending to be impressed.

"Yeah... also have a hunch you might want to kill the man yourself." She added and gave a wink before Sherlock got to the pillow and uncovered the gun.

"Can we go now?" Veronica dropped her happy facade and crossed her arms and sighed.

"Yes." Sherlock told her as he took out the clip and already loaded bullet and tossed it to the other side of the room. "How did she even find you?" He asked and while Irene was screaming for their attention only one of them made Veronica pause.

"By the way... your father is probably dead. Like long dead. Which is why you didn't know him. He seemed to want to take care of you." She gave her that food for thought as she closed the front door.

"Let's head back to Baker St. Molly threw a fit when you left-"

"I'm done Sherlock. I would rather go back to prison than live and work with a man who could never trust me because he doesn't ever try. So send me back and maybe Euros and I can have a couple play dates." She told him as she got into the awaiting cab.

Veronica had it with talks of drug dealers, and favors. She just wanted to have a little peace and quiet again.