Wow. I am sooooooooo sorry for not updating when I said I would. I feel really bad. Please forgive me.

Anyway, I wrote an extra-long chapter to make up for it. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock.

When Wednesday rolled around, Kailey was already packed and ready to leave. Her make-shift bed on the sofa had already been dismantled by the time John was up, and her breakfast dishes were in the sink.

She had an hour before she had to leave.

John stood with her in the parlor, a bit awkwardly since they weren't completely ready to say goodbye. Mrs. Hudson, however, was.

"Goodbye, dearie," she said, pulling Kailey into a hug. "I hope you have a good time in Rio. I have a cousin who lives there; you should look him up. His name is-"

John cleared his throat.

"Oh, well." Mrs. Hudson glanced at John, and then pulled out a zip-top bag. "I made some biscuits for the trip, in case you get hungry."

Neither John nor Kailey mentioned that Kailey would get fed on the plane, nor did they express the thought that they might get confiscated at security. Instead, Kailey smiled and said "Thank you Mrs. Hudson. I love them." She gave the landlady a hug.

Mrs. Hudson patted Kailey's cheek and left. Kailey started to poke around in her carry-on bag, looking for a place to hide her treats.

Someone knocked on the doorframe. "Hullo?"

Kailey turned around and smiled when she saw who it was. "Hi Lestrade!"

"Hey, Kailey." Lestrade slowly walked into the flat. "Hi John."

"Hello Inspector."

"So, today's the big day, huh?"

"Yep," said Kailey.

"Where are you going again?"

"Rio de Janerio. It's in Brazil."

"Right, that's right." Lestarde looked down at his toes. "Well, some folks down at the station and I, we all chipped in and got you somethin'." He handed Kailey a small, wrapped box.

Kailey opened it up and gasped in surprise when she saw what it was. It was a white coffee mug, with the words "Scotland Yard" emblematized in black on side.

"I love it!" Kailey hugged the detective inspector. "Thank you!" After letting go, she went to find a spot in her carry-on.

Sherlock wandered in from his room. He tossed a wary glare over at the trio. He turned into the kitchen. "Mycroft's not here yet?"

"He already said goodbye." Kailey said.

Sherlock grunted and opened the door to the fridge. "We're out of milk."

There was a pause. Lestrade broke it. "How're you getting to the airport?"

"I'm taking a cab." Kailey said.

"Is anyone going with you?"

"No." Kailey looked at Lestrade quizzically. "You guys can't get in past the front doors anyway. I'll be fine, I've done this before."

Sherlock slammed a cabinet door shut in the kitchen.

"Well," Kailey said, glancing at the clock. "I guess I better get going. Customs is going to take a while."

She zipped her carry-on bag shut. She then said her final goodbyes and exchanged hugs with John and Letrade. She shrugged into her coat.

"Sherlock," John said. "Aren't you going to say goodbye to Kailey?'

Sherlock looked at her and rolled his eyes. He stepped into the parlor.

"Goodbye Kailey. I enjoyed having you here – Oof!"

Sherlock looked down at the teenager who had latched herself around his waist like some sort of parasite. John gave the pair a sad smile. Lestrade hid his smile behind his hand.

Sherlock stifled the urge to push her away and instead patted her awkwardly on the shoulder. Kailey released him.

Kailey brushed away some tears. "Sorry," she muttered.

Sherlock said nothing.

"Well," Kailey sighed. "I better go." She finished buttoning up her coat and grabbed her stuff. "Bye everyone." Kailey walked out of the flat and down the stairs.

The three men stood there in silence for a moment. "I'm goin' miss that girl." Lestrade said.

"Yeah." John said.

Sherlock pulled out his gun and started to shoot the wall.

Reveiws would be nice after a long absence.