"Sherlock, have you shot the wall? I swear you still act the same as you did when you were 16." Adeline sighed as she walked back into the household of 221B Baker Street.

"I did no such thing!"

"You would have, had you had a gun. But you stabbed it with butter knives instead."

"He used to do this when he was younger?"

"All the time. Anything weird in the fridge?"

"Probably."

"Okay. Can you help me put it away? I'll be down in a second." She dropped some of the bags and went upstairs with the rest, putting them away in a box that she had bought in Sherlock's room. John grabbed the rest and went into the kitchen, putting the items away. When he was finished Addi came back down, and opened all of the cupboards to see what was in each.

"Um, what are you doing?"

"I need to know what's in each cabinet."

"Oh, okay. Storing it in your mind palace?" She turned to John, scowling slightly.

"I have a mind house. Obviously, all of this will go in my kitchen, along with the cooking instructions. People that I meet go in the living room, close friends and family go in the family room, information on food and the needs of people go in the dining room, you get the idea."

"Do you have a lab in your house?"

"Of course not! That goes in the office. I have less science information than Sherlock, but I have more useful information for people and everyday stuff. For instance, I know that the Earth goes around the Sun." Sherlock scowled. "But most of it is used for people, art and literature. I've got a huge art gallery in here, along with a library. My family and living rooms are quite large as well."

"Can I ask-"

"No, I don't have that in the bedroom. You're strange. I have decorating in them, as well as fashion, hobbies, furniture and my childhood."

"You... Store your childhood?" She shrugged.

"Pretty much."

"Okay then." She smiled.

"Oh, John. I pity you. You must have so few people to talk to when you're alone." John's brow creased for at least the tenth time that day.

"That was very Sherlock sounding of you."

"It was, wasn't it? I seem to have rubbed off on her a little too much." Sherlock added, entering the room. Adeline quickly finished her search of the kitchen and wandered back out.

"Sher, do you have a guitar? Oh, of course you don't. Yes, I remember that you play violin, twat!" She mumbled. Sherlock turned to her, an amused smile on his face. John was, yet again, confused.

"Addi, it would seem that you are talking aloud to me again." Her face lifted, heat rushing to her cheeks.

"Oh, um, sorry. I got a little caught up. You were being annoying."

"Aren't I always?"

"Oh, and by the way, can I come on this case?" She asked, right before Lestrade walked into the room.

"Sherlock, we've got a- Addi?" She grinned.

"Hey, Greg." They hugged.

"Aren't you-"

"Supposed to be in America? Yes. But one, they're boring, and two, I got kidnapped. So I'm here!"

"Kidnapped? When-"

"Night before last. Now can we get to the case?" Sherlock interrupted impatiently.

"Sherlock, your sister got abducted."

"Yeah, those aliens were pretty cool. Looked a bit like Simpsons characters, but in 3D." She joked. John laughed, Sherlock had a slightly amused smile and Lestrade looked confused.

"Abducted is the official word."

"For both humans and aliens, I know." She continued. Lestrade sighed.

"At least you have a sense of humour. Come on, we've got a suspected suicide in Northolt High School. Yes, not secondary, but high school. I assume you're not going in the police car?" Sherlock just looked at him, and he sighed. "I'll see you there in half an hour." The trio watched him as he left.

"Saw him coming up the stairs."

"What?"

"You were wondering how I knew a case was coming. I saw him walking up the stairs."

"Mind-reading. Always with the mind-reading." She smiled and grabbed her coat. It was strikingly similar to Sherlock's, but instead of the dark it was a light, off-white colour. It brought attention to her brown hair, which was straight at the top but curly towards the bottom.

"Come on then. This is the first real case I've had in ages!"

"Oh, well this is boring."

"It always is." The trio were in a cab, close to the destination of the supposed suicide. They had been sitting in silence for about 15 minutes when Adeline had spoken.

"I wish I had a blowgun right now."

"Why?" John questioned.

"Well, Sherlock likes to shoot and stab walls, but I like to attack them with my amazing blowdart aim."

"How can you aim at a wall?"

"He aims at them, doesn't he?" She said, pointing to Sherlock. John nodded.

"Yup. But why a blowgun?"

"Less lethal."

"So you don't want to kill a wall."

"Adeline here disapproves of killing people, unless in self defence. Thus the karate and boxing classes."

"I have no idea of how to use a gun." She shrugged.

"Yes you do."

"I deleted it."

"But you might need it!"

"No I won't, I have my other methods."

"Sometimes a gun is the most useful thing you can have."

"I like bows and arrows better. As long as the arrows are blunt and you don't kill them." Silence ensued. An awkward silence. So, naturally, John decided to break it.

"So, how was America?"

"Boring, lonely, boring. Did I mention boring?"

"How long were you there?"

"Two years and a bit."

"Okay." More silence. It continued until they arrived at the crime scene.

"Joy, no more boringness!" Adeline pretty much leapt out of the cab, over Sherlock's lap.

"Does she enjoy this as much as you do?" John questioned Sherlock. He shook his head.

"Not even close. She hates seeing innocent people killed, but this is a suicide, which she's fine with. And anyway, she hates having nothing to do."

"A lot like you then." Sherlock scowled.

"Well, Thalia, if I were you, I'd stay away from Sherlock Holmes. Oh, here he is now. Freak." Donovan turned away from Addi, looking disgusted at Sherlock. But 'Thalia' pulled a funny face which made Sherlock smile and John laugh. "What's so funny?"

"Oh, right, I forgot to mention." Addi stepped towards Sherlock, facing the woman. "My name's actually Adeline, and this 'freak' here is my big brother."

"Oh god, there's two of them. I don't think I'll survive the week."

"No, you probably won't. And you want to know why? Because Anderson's going to break up with you." She smirked and walked away, trailed by Hat-man and Robin.

"What was that?"

"Mischeif."

"Not like you."

"American universities change you, Sherly-Sher. Change you." She grabbed the collar of his coat for a dramatic effect. Sherlock just winced at the nickname while John laughed.

"Let's go see this 'suidide', shall we?"

'Ello! Do you like it? Do you like Addi? When not in dialogue, would you prefer me to call her Addi or Adeline? Pwease tew me! I'm wonewy wifout you!

Peace out, sea pandas!

~RisorialParaph