So, Sherlock is taking Celeste home with him! Will the change of surroundings jog Celeste's memory? Or is she doomed to be stuck like this forever? We will just have to see together!

Getting Celeste to come out of the room had been the easy part, when they had gotten to the front doors she froze. Sherlock had her by the hand but she wouldn't move. "Come on Celeste," He turned towards her and bent over a bit so he was looking her in the eyes, a feat which made his stomach lurch forwards. "You want to come home with me don't you?" He asked, Celeste gave a soft nod. "Well, to get home we have to get a quick ride from Lestrade. It's not going to hurt I promise." He squeezed both of her hands when he said the last word. Celeste stared into his eyes, he saw the fear wanting to peak out from behind them. "I'll be right with you the entire time."

"No let go?" She whispered, people walked past giving them strange stares.

"I wouldn't think about it." He cupped the side of her face and smiled she watched him for a moment longer before giving him a weak smile and nod back. Sherlock stood back up straight and took a step out the door, Celeste clinging to his hand with one of hers, shielding herself from the sun with the other as they made their way outside. While her eyes adjusted Lestrade walked towards his car and started it, Celeste gave a small jump when the the engine roared to life, but didn't run. Sherlock slowly led her towards the car and opened the door to the back seat. Celeste looked from the seat to Sherlock and back to the seat she took one last look at Sherlock before taking in a deep breath and sliding into the seat moving all the way towards the opposite door, her hand still clung to one of Sherlock's. Sherlock nodded to Lestrade and climbed in the back next to her, she scooted closer towards him gripping his arm with both of hers staring into his face. He patted her on the leg and spoke softly to her as Lestrade pulled out into traffic.

Celeste tore her eyes away from his and let them flicker over each store and person as they passed them. At one point she even let go of Sherlock's hand to turn her full attention to the street. Sherlock sat back and watched her, a small smile played upon his lips as he watched her facial espressions change so quickly from excited to surprised to horror as a double decker bus went barlling past them she had jumped backwards from her window almost throwing herself into Sherlock's lap before regaining herself and pressing her face to the window again to watch the bus drive away. When they finally arrived at 221 Baker Street, Celeste had fallen asleep, bored from watching the cars, her head rested against Sherlock's shoulder as her body twitched aginst his. Lestrade put the car in park and turned it off twisting around in his seat to look at Sherlock.

"We're here." His eyes drifted towards Celeste. "Why do you think she twitches like that when she sleeps?"

"I would think it's a survival instint, after so many years of fear not wanting to sleep I would think her body does it naturally to try to wake herself up. She'll probably do it for the rest of her life." He felt the stab of anger press into his stomach and her Father's voice echoed in his head. He shook his head and looked down at Celeste, he softly tapped her on the leg. "Celeste. We're here." He gentally moved his shoulder as her eyes fluttered open, quickly looking around before her eyes found Sherlock's. "You ready to see your new home?" Her eyes narrowed as she bent down to look past him at the door of 221.

She reached down and grabbed his hand, he squeezed her hand as he looked into her face. "Yes." She said softly watching him open the door, holding tight to him as he scooted out of the back of the car, Celeste quickly following.

Lestrade peaked his head out of the window. "You good?"

Sherlock looked down at her hand in his and couldn't help but smile. "Yeah, I think I am."

"Here are her books," He said holding out a baggy. Before Sherlock could reach out and take them Celeste did it with her free hand.

"Books!" She said, clearly excited holding up the bag.

"Books." Sherlock said holding himself back from wanting to lean forward and kiss her on the forehead. "Thank you Lestrade." Lestrade waved a hand out of the window to show he heard as he drove off. Sherlock and Celeste turned away from the street looking at the door for 221. "You ready for this?" He looked down at Celeste who squeezed his hand like he did hers to reasure her of something.

"Ready." She said sweetly. "You ready?" She asked back, showing she saw the small amount of worry that must have shown on his face.

"I'm ready." He walked forward, opening the door and leading her up the stairs into the flat.

As Sherlock shut the door behind him he felt Celeste let go of his hand, yelling "John!" Sherlock spun around facing John who now had Celeste hugging him around the neck. "Sherlock, John!" She gave him another hug around the neck which he returned.

"Hello Celeste." She let go to walk around the flat. "See you still don't listen." John said as both watched her.

"When have I ever?" Sherlock said, trying to hide the small joy that John was there although he knew his presance brought no good will.

"You really think this is going to work don't you? Sherlock Holmes, the know it all." John stood. "Why don't you listen to me for once?"

"John, if I knew you were right I would," Sherlock tore his eyes away from watching Celeste inspect the skulll atop the fireplace. "I just happen to know you are wrong this time."

"How did you get the access for her to come home with you? Fordged my signature I bet."

"I did no such thing." Sherlock said, he had thought of that but decided against it wanting to use it only as a last resort. "I got her Father to sign."

This came as a surprise to John who quickly lowered his voice. "Her Father? Are you mad?"

"Apparently. He signed it, after he told me somethings that I can use to help her. If I have the right Doctor..." He went back to watching Celeste as she crossed the room to the windows and began looking out of one.

"What did he tell you?" John asked intreaged.

"I think that's something only her Doctor should know about. I was going to tell him." Sherlock said, an air of superiority hung between them.

"Oh come off it, I know you haven't found someone else. I'm still her Doctor..." He let the words hang for a moment. "You dragged me into this, you can't just expect me to leave because we had a row."

"You used to leave all the time after we would argue."

"Yeah, well this is different isn't it? This time we aren't the only people involved."

"Are you apologizing?" She moved from the window walking towards the kitchen, Sherlock had taken care to clean up his experiments so there was nothing there, not even a head in the fridge.

"Are you?"

"I see no reason to." Sherlock said moving to the side so he could keep her in sight. "We both fought over what we thought was the right thing, I see in no way which way either of us were wrong." He glanced over at John's face who was still watching Celeste.

"So what did her Dad say?" John said after a few moments, Sherlock smirked, he knew John wouldn't have been able to resist for long. He knew John was going to show up, just not when.