"I told you to drink the punch." Sherlock said taking Mycroft's computer.

"I don't care how good of a chemist Billy is, I don't trust him." I said sitting on the counter while I had the chance.

"You aren't coming with."

"I don't want to." Sherlock glared at me, "Fine, don't believe me." I said as I heard a helicopter.

"And there's our ride." Sherlock said, "Keep an eye on them."

"You know I will, just don't do anything stupid Sherlock." I said watching Sherlock walk out the door.

"Bill Wiggins." He held out his hand.

"I don't befriend drug addicts."

"I'm clean now."

"No you aren't." I said going into the living area.

-Several Moments Later-

"I'm going with you." I said following Mycroft outside.

"No, you're staying here."

"If you get to leave Mum and Dad's house on Christmas to go get our brother, then I get to leave too."

"Fine, just don't touch anything." He said climbing in the helicopter."

"I'm not a child Mycroft."

-A Few Days Later-

"Are you really just going to sit here until the plane flies off?" Mary asked as John got out of the car.

I didn't say anything. I don't even know what to think.

"He's your brother Stef. If it was Mycroft I probably wouldn't care but this is Sherlock, the brother who took care of you the most. Come and say goodbye." She said waiting for a moment to see what I'd do, and I did nothing, "Very well then." She got out of the car.

I rolled my eyes opening the car door. I manage to catch Mary's grin as she walked towards John. When John and Sherlock were done I forced myself to walk up to Sherlock. Mary was right, he's my brother, and he took care of me my entire life. If I don't say goodbye to him, I'll most likely regret it.

"You've been quiet." Sherlock said.

"You know why I've been quiet. Wasn't there another way?"

"No, there wasn't."

"Just... Don't get yourself killed, okay?"

"The shortest conversation we've ever had I believe. Have you shut me out already?"

"No, just... Just something I wished I never saw."

Sherlock took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, "I did it to protect my family."

"I hate to cut off this conversation but you do have schedule to keep to Sherlock." Mycroft said form behind me.

We said our goodbyes and watched Sherlock enter the plan. I dragged myself to the car and sat on the hood, watching the plan take off. That's when I could hear my brother, as he got out of the car, saying That's just not possible. He looked at me, hanging up the phone and then dialed another number but he didn't call yet.

"Looks like our brother's exile is shorter than we all think." His voice was steady but his face was disturbed.

"What do you mean?" John asked, "What's happening?"

"Moriarty's alive."

"Who's he?" I asked not knowing what was going on but I just got idiotic looks, "I'm not joking if that's what you're thinking. Who's Moriarty?"

"You've lived in the same house as Sherlock how long?" John asked.

"Living and being told what was going on are two different things John. Will someone please tell me who Moriarty is!?"

"He's a Consulting Criminal. He's supposed to be a dead Consulting Criminal." Mycroft stressed calling the number he had entered.

"Of course," John whispered, "That's why he didn't want you to know. He never told you, and the last person you need to hear it from was me."

"Mycroft told you that Sherlock wasn't dead." Mary chimed in, "Did he tell you who did it?"

"He never gave a name. He just said it was a criminal obsessed with Sherlock."

"He wasn't wrong there." John said, "Why didn't either of them tell you?"

"The same reason any brother would." John looked confused and Mary knew exactly what I was talking about, "Don't be an idiot John. They were protecting me."

"Protecting you from what?"

"Now isn't that the million dollar question."

"So... Sherlock has a little sister. Interesting." Moriarty said watching the screen, "This could be fun."