***Minor Spoilers***

"Still no sign of him?" John asked walking into the living area, "Are you sure you don't want to stay with Mary and me until he does, we don't mind."

"Thanks for the offer but I'm fine. This wouldn't be the first time I've survived a few days without my brother John."

"I know you can, it's just... Mary worries." He lied.

"If it makes you feel better."

"It would."

-Next Day-

Found Sherlock. Meet us at Bart's Hospital.

JW

-Bart's Hospital-

"Where have you been?" I asked walking into the lab.

"Working a case."

"What case needs you to involve drugs?"

"Funny John has been saying the same thing."

I rolled my eyes and leaned against the wall. I blocked out the conversations until Molly smacked Sherlock across the face... 3 times.

"How dare you throw away the gifts you were born with and how dare you betray the love of you friends. Say you're sorry."

"Sorry your engagement's over but I'm very grateful for the lack of a ring."

"Shut up Sherlock. You don't need to be smart all the time. Just suck it up and say you're sorry! It's not as hard as you think."

Everyone looked at me in shock, shocked that I would talk to my favored brother that way. Yes, even Sherlock was shocked. I never really talked to him that way before. I guess there's a first for everything.

"Still, you could have called or texted..." John said to Sherlock and I soon tuned him out.

John nudged me, "We're going home. You coming?"

-221B Baker St.-

"Mycroft what are you doing here?" Sherlock scoffed.

"I found him." John said

"You found him?"

I rolled my eyes and walked past Mycroft going to the living area, plopping onto the couch since Sherlock's bedroom is otherwise occupied. Of course, tuning out all conversation... That is until I caught the name Magnussen.

"That name you may have just heard, you were mistaken. If you mention that name in this room, in this context, I guarantee on behalf of the British Security Services the material will be found on your computer hard drives and will result in immediate incarceration. Don't reply just look frightened and scuttle." Mycroft said to Sherlock's supposed fan club.

Sherlock and Mycroft had the brotherly "fight"... Then Sherlcok snapped our older brother in two. Almost snapped him in two... Anyway, John then found out Sherlock has a "girlfriend." John can't get over it. Blah, blah, blah... She finally left! I swear she's been trying to act like my mother. Solve me a crime Sherlock Holmes. Gag me... Did she read that out of a book or something?

Not too long we get a nice visit from the man himself. Magnussen.

"Stef, come stand by me." He signaled to his left.

I didn't argue. I may not be in the greatest mood today but I know that Magnussen is a dangerous man. The body guards came up and frisked John and Sherlock and when he tried me, it wasn't going to happen.

"Do I look like I'm carrying and kind of weapon? I'm in the tightest jeans, fitted shoes and skin tight shirt. And you think I'm carrying a weapon?" I said.

"Leave her be. She's not dangerous. I'm fact I didn't expect her to be here, having a protective brother and all."

"I don't need my brother telling me what to do."

"Yet you listen anyway. Is that why you keep cutting yourself? Or is it because people expect you to be your brother?" He asked siting on the couch, "Oh, I'm sorry, was that private information?"

He left me pondering... How? Not even Sherlock figured it out, at least, not that I know of. Before long Magnussen was gone. Sherlock went off about Magnussen's schedule and how he need to go shopping but before he left he gave me his we'll be talking later look.

Not even 10 minutes later he texts me with an address to meet him at and at what time. Then he kindly includes that Mycroft will also be there.

-1 Hour Later-

I walked into Mycroft's office seeing that I am the only one who can seem to appear on time. I sat on Mycroft's desk, looking through whatever files that were open on the desk.

"You really shouldn't be reading that." The door closed, "You know how Mycroft gets when you do that."

"Then he shouldn't leave them lying around where I can get to them." I said putting the file down, "Where is our brother?"

"Managing his goldfish." Sherlock said.

"Are you waiting for him to come and scold me? Or should I save you the trouble and do it myself?"

"How about the start with why?" Mycroft said entering the room.

"How about you ask our brother." Sherlock looked confused, I sighed and rolled my eyes, "Ever since you fake your death everyone expected me to be the next Sherlock. That's all it was about. THE next Holmes Detective. Nobody seems to understand the word no."

"How did this get you into cutting again?" Sherlock asked.

"Don't be stupid Sherlock. No one recognizes her for herself. People in England only know her because of you." Mycroft said, "Not that it's your fault, she never did try to make a name for herself."

"I didn't try to make a name for myself because I did want to. Sherlock wasn't supposed to be a celebrity, he's supposed to be a consulting detective."

"Since we're pointing fingers, John's the one with the blog. You can thank him for that." Sherlock added.

"Sherlock and I agreed to send you back home until Christmas." Mycroft said.

"That is truly the worst punishment ever... Couldn't I go live in a cave?" I asked.

"No, you can't." Mycroft said.

"Do they know?"

"Not yet."

"Will they ever?"

"Only if you stop trying to kill yourself." Sherlock said, "Or at least find another way to kill yourself slower."

"Like what?" I asked as Mycroft gave him an annoyed look.

"Cigarettes." He said tossing me a pack, "I'll see you at home."