Lauren woke to the movement of the bed as Sherlock got it. He flipped the blankets back over himself and he settled in by pulling her in. "What on earth have you been doing all night?"

"Working," he grunted.

"Is that so?" Lauren yawned. "Well, it is almost time to get up and start the day. I'm going to hit the shower. What would you like for breakfast?"

"I don't care," he tossed her blankets over his head as she got up to turn on the lights.

"Eggs Benedict doesn't sound too bad," she said thoughtfully. "Would you like one?" He made a strange moan noise. "I'll take that as a yes."

Later, as she left the shower, Sherlock went in. "Don't take too long, Sherlock," Lauren called through the door. "Breakfast will be ready in about six."

He didn't answer but she went to work on the eggs, bacon, and sauce. She did finish making it in six minutes and Sherlock left the shower at eight minutes. He walked out to see breakfast on the table and Lauren eating while she was reading something very intently.

"Is this what you've been working on?" She flipped a page.

"Yeah," he took a bite. "Something just isn't right here. I mean the pieces just aren't adding up."

"It's obvious, the dental records were changed. The body found in the car was already dead and placed there by manual means. The burnt body isn't that of Michael Andrus but someone else's. The kid didn't commit suicide. He wanted to live. The people in his life all did something illegal and he brought them to justice. His father is an abuser. The lover was a drug addict who molested innocent children. The co-worker stole things from work and forged incorrect records to cover it up. All in all, the bad guys should be put to justice while the boy should be left alone to coming living among drag queens that took him in and helped him in this case." Lauren looked up to see Sherlock's mouth slightly open.

"Was it something I said?" She asked sheepishly.

"No, it just would have been nicer if you had done that earlier so I would have gotten some sleep for later tonight," Sherlock grumbled.

"Hey, don't make me the bad guy. I asked you several times last night if you wanted help. You blew me off every time." Lauren sighed. Then suddenly interested, she asked. "What do you have planned for tonight?"

"John's…Stag party…that's what it is called right?" Sherlock said unsure.

"What makes you think I know?" Lauren started working on dishes. "Besides, I'm going to be busy tonight too. Mary's bachelorette party with the girls, I got put in charge."

Sherlock was about to say something when the bell rang. "Not a client," Lauren whispered.

"Most definitely not," Sherlock agreed. "But who?"

They remained silent while they heard Mrs. Hudson answer the door. The stair creaked as the person climbed the stairs. Lauren moved to the living room waiting for the person to appear. First thing she saw was red hair. Then when the face appeared her mouth dropped.

"Aunt Lisa," Lauren saw Sherlock rush out of the kitchen instantly.

The woman ran into the flat squealing. "Lauren, oh my dear niece," she embraced Lauren tightly.

"Aunt Lisa, what are you doing here?" Lauren was quite surprised to see her aunt considering that her aunt hated London.

"Oh, I'm just dropping Anise at college here. Full ride scholarship can you even imagine?" Lauren tried hard to not contradict her aunt. Anise was very clever like Lauren so a scholarship wasn't hard to imagine at all. "Anyway, since I was in town, I thought I'd check up on you and your…" she looked around the flat, "lovely flat."

Lauren could see her critical eye coming out. "Well Aunt Lisa, it's very nice that you visited but my flat mate is asleep, maybe we could meet later today."

"Oh my God," Aunt Lisa wasn't listening. "Are those bullet holes in the wall?" She pointed at the yellow smiley face on the wall.

"Yeah, that's a long story." Lauren said urgently. "Too long to explain it now, how about we talk about it at dinner?"

Aunt Lisa's eyebrow rose at the skull then she saw the violin. "Oh Lauren, you still play the violin. How wonderful!"

"That's not mine. That's my flat mate's. I'm sure they would like you not touch it." Lauren knew that Sherlock didn't like Aunt Lisa. They had met once in his younger years. He didn't like how critical Aunt Lisa was of everything.

"Have you ever considered changing the wallpaper?" She continued despite Lauren's attempts.

"No, why?"

"Because…it's just so ugly," Lisa clicked her tongue.

"I like it." Lauren sighed.

"That reminds me, dear," Lisa turned to Lauren who tried to look interested. "I want you to came back home."

Lauren heard in the background something make a bang. Her mouth closed. "You mean back to Sweden?"

"Of course I do," Aunt Lisa beamed. "Your mom would want you to be with your family. Now I know you are passed the age where you could make choices for yourself but please. I miss you. Uncle Isaac misses you. Think about your cousins."

Lauren tried to say something but she continued. "It's been years since you and your boyfriend, oh what his name, came was down. The kids have grown since them. Two are already married and the others have all run off to college. Don't you miss your family?"

She didn't know how to reply to her aunt. Clenching her fist, she decided to stand up to her aunt. "I do miss everyone. But…I can't. Aunt Lisa, please, my mom would want me to be happy. I am happy here in London. I have the best job in the world. I have four amazing best friends and two of them are getting married together soon. I can't miss that. I won't miss that not even for the world. I won't mind seeing my cousins again but I'm not moving back to Sweden. I'd regret it forever.

"Mom didn't regret leaving Sweden to be with my dad. Even if he died a few years after they were married, she never regretted leaving. I want to be strong as my mom. I found someone while I lived here. Sure… he and I had our ups and downs but I've never loved him more than I do now. I can't leave him when he needs me. Thank you for the concern, but I'm going to be okay."

Lauren looked up from the floor to see Aunt Lisa full of tears. "Every time I see you, I usually think of your father. But today, I see your mother as plain as day. She would be proud of you." Lisa reached out to her niece.

Lauren embraced her aunt. "I still miss your mother. You weren't the only one whose heart was broken the day she died. Lauren, if you ever need anything, give me a call."

Wiping the tears from her eyes, Lauren nodded. "I'll look after Anise for you."

"You're a gem." Lisa smiled. "Now I want to meet this flat mate."

"Not a good idea," Lauren said.

"Of course it is, I know they are awake. Come on out. I don't bite." She called to Sherlock who was hiding in his room.

He didn't move. "Come on out." Lauren said again for her aunt. The door finally opened.

"You," Lisa said surprised.

"Hi, Lisa," Sherlock sighed.

It was to be expected that Sherlock and Lisa would duke it out over absolutely nothing. But they stayed slightly civil for Lauren. When Lisa finally left, Sherlock put his arm around Lauren. Kissing her forehead, he whispered. "I'm proud of you."

"I could say the same for you. Thanks for staying somewhat civil. I was scared out of my mind that I might end up in the middle of a crime scene."

"You never told me about your father." Sherlock said casually.

"Read Case File 223D4C28," Lauren said sadly. "It will tell you want you to know."

"I suppose." Sherlock took her hand. "Come on, breakfast has gotten way too cold."