Ok, so I know the last chapter was a tad dark, but then again it is rated M for a reason! I thought it was time we met Celeste's Dad and got a bit more back story on her. Thank you guys for following and favoriting, feel free to spread the story if you have other that you think would like it! Thank you guys again so much! (And yes, I ship Mystrade :) )

As Lestrade opened the door so Sherlock could leave, he pretended to ignore the pale look Sherlock had about his face. "Did you hear all of that?" Sherlock asked handing the paper and pen over to the DI.

Lestrade pulled a recorder out of his pocket Sherlock hadn't known was there. "Every bit of it, thank you." He pulled it out and pressed the stop button so it would stop recording. "So, do you still feel the same way about her now that you know she's just lost it?" Lestrade asked as they made their way back to Lestrade's office and the color slowly returned to Sherlock's face.

"I don't see a reason why it should change my feelings." Sherlock said straightening up.

Lestrade looked Sherlock over, "Talked to your brother last night."

"I don't need to hear about your pillow talk." Sherlock said as they rounded a corner.

"He was surprised when I told him you've been here every day for almost the past month. Why haven't you told him why you've been here he's been worried about you."

"Mycroft does not worry about me, he worries that I am up to something to ruin his reputation. And I assumed you would tell him eventually, that way he knows what I am doing but I don't have to actually talk to him the end result is the same." Sherlock said brushing off some dust that had come to rest on his shirt sleeve.

"I'm not your postmen, you want him to know something you call him and tell him. You assume that just because I'm... well," Lestrade flushed red.

"You think that I assume that because you are seeing my brother romantically that I can pass him updates about my whereabouts without talking to him? I assume nothing, I know that whatever you two talk about involves me at some point so I know that you will eventually tell him that you saw me and what I was doing. It's very predictable human nature Lestrade." They walked into Lestrade's office and Sherlock continued to stand as Lestrade sat in his chair hooking the recorder up to his computer, muttering something about "stupid Holmes". "I assume that paper gives me the right to remove her from the room correct?"

"Thought you didn't assume anything?" Lestrade mocked him.

"I'll take that as a yes. Would you like to take us back to Baker Street or am I taking a cab with her?" Sherlock watched at Lestrade stood up and walked towards the room Celeste was in, they both looked into the room via the one way mirror to find her still asleep, clutching the book.

"We could sedate her. It would make moving her easier." Lestrade muttered.

"I refuse to have to knock her out whenever I have to take her somewhere, just because it's easier doesn't mean it's right." Sherlock sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "She will be fine as long as we take our time with her. I'm going in first." He pulled himself away from watching her sleep and walked into the room. As it clicked shut Celeste sat up quickly the book clutched in her hand as if she was prepared to use it to protect herself. "It's just me," Sherlock said softly raising his hands to show her he didn't have anything. He looked her over, really taking her in. Before he had seen her as for who he wanted her to be, someone who needed help, he didn't care if it was his she needed or not, he just wanted to help someone again.

She looked him over as well, her eyes falling on his face at last. "Sherlock?" She asked quietly placing the book down she stood and walked over towards him, he placed a hand on her hip. She had taken a shower at last and one of the female officers that she had allowed to get close enough to her had brushed out her hair. It was dark brown, almost black with a light red tint to it, like her Father's beard. She was very pale, but he chalked that up to being locked in a cubbard for almost 6 years. She also wore the clothes he had bought her, they fit her to a "T". Her dark green eyes shined out from under her eyelashes a question he couldn't read played upon them and his heart fluttered when she blinked. Her face was dotted with scars here and there, he had no clue if they were self inflicted or caused by her father. His fingers traced a long one that ran down the side of her neck stopping just before it reached her jugular. "Sherlock?" She whispered his name again bringing him out of his thoughts. "You gone long."

"I went to go get stuff ready for you." He spoke a bit louder than he needed, "I've arraged for you to come live with me for a while. Would you like that Celeste?" He asked, for some reason it felt strange speaking her name now, knowing it was just another thing linking her to her past.

Celeste stared at him for a moment before looking around the room again. "Live, you?" She asked, her voice gave a small quiver as though it would break, going back to the small child voice she had first spoken to him in, but it held fast.

"Yes, would you want to? I mean, you can't live in the police station forever and I have an extra bed, you'd have your own room. We- you could be happy again." Sherlock caught himself, knowing everything he was saying Lestrade could hear.

Celeste took a step back from him and walked over to the wall where she ran a finger along the wall, he could tell she was thinking. "Happy... with Sherlock?" She turned back towards him looking into his eyes, "Forever?" The words hung in the air like streamers.

He looked into her eyes and saw the answer sitting there, the same answer that hung on his lips. "For as long as you want." Celeste smiled and flung herself towards Sherlock her arms wrapped around his waist, her head rested on his chest, listening to his heart hammer against his chest. Sherlock relaxed and his hands went back to her hips without thinking about it. "We're leaving soon, ok? Grab your books." His hand reached towards her hair but stopped as she spun around picking up the books that were scattered across her cot. She was placing them in a neat pile when Lestrade walked in.

Celeste turned towards the door and watched Lestrade walk in, "Leaving." She smiled. "Sherlock home." She pointed towards Sherlock and went back to her small pile of books.

"You sure about this Sherlock?" Lestrade asked again.

"I'm sure." He said and walked over to her to take the books for her.