Slowly Squish opened her eyes, she was half expecting to see Moran's leering face and when he wasn't there, she waited calmly for her heart to slow down then looked around the room where she had woken up. To her very great surprise it was her own bedroom in her own pyjamas.

Or rather it looked like her own room, she wouldn't put it past Moriarty to have somehow managed to get her back into the fake flat or as she liked to call it Room 237. Well there was one way to be sure.

She rolled out of bed and after pulling on one of John's liberated jumpers, reached around the back of the wardrobe. Her fingers searched around carefully for a few seconds before finding a well-known indent in the wood. She pushed it gently and then pulled out the box that was hidden in the small compartment that flipped open. After carefully restoring the compartment, she took the box and sat cross legged in her bed with box sitting in the bowl created by her knees. She gently flipped the lid open and took out the contents reverently.

There were only about 4 things in the box, and Squish laid them out in front of her, the way a mother lays out clothes for her baby or an old woman lays out family heirlooms. The girl carefully checked each item for any sign of tampering and after being completely reassured that all the things were her own, resorted to simply looking at them.

The first was a few sheets of paper held together by a paper clip. She removed the paper clip and flicked through the paper. The document was her adoption papers that Sherlock had given her when she was 7. She traced the signature at the bottom of the paper. William Sherlock Scott Holmes, she gave a small giggle when she read that, he had now legally changed his name but it still gave her small pleasure to know that she, along with a few others knew Sherlock Holmes' real name. She put the papers back together and returned them to the box.

She also put back her Open University diploma that was technically invalid due to having the wrong date of birth on it but that she still considered a great achievement and handwritten note. She held the note in the palm of her hand for a few minutes before looking at it more closely. It was just a pink post-it note; the sticky side long since lost its tackiness. The words sorry baby was the only thing on it.

When she had been abandoned on the steps of Barts this had been stuck to her blanket. It had been the only point of contact that she had ever had with her mother and as a result Sherlock had kept it for her. A few years ago he had given it to her and told her that he had forced Lestrade to run the finger prints on the note through the Yard's data base but nothing had come up. She breathed in deeply; she had probably imagined it but sometimes Squish was sure that there was a small trace of perfume that still emitted from the note.

She closed the box and looked at the photo that was still lying next to her. This she also picked up and looked at. She remembered a conversation she had had with John a few months ago when he had commented on the lack of photographs in the flat.

"What do you mean" she had asked

"Well" he had replied, "not in the living room or in Sherlock's room are there any photos of you guys, or your grandma or Mycroft. And I was just wondering if there was a reason?" She had shrugged, acting unbothered.

"It's Sherlock, who knows what goes through his head" she had told him. Well lied to him. Because she knew that Sherlock had two photos in his bedroom. One was of him and Mycroft when they were children, and the other was of her when she was about a week old.

She looked down at the square piece of paper in her hand. In the photo a slightly younger looking Sherlock held a much younger looking Squish in his arms. For once he was smiling whole heartedly at the camera, his dark hair was all over the place and his eyes were dark with exhaustion but he looked very happy and very pleased with himself. =-=Squish herself was fast asleep in her blanket and her face was turned towards Sherlock as though she had realised that he was the only person she trusted implicitly and was seeking his protection from the big bad world. It was the only photo she possessed of the two of them together and the only one she had of her as a baby. Mrs Hudson and her grandmother had taken others when she was a little older but Sherlock had always pulled his disappearing act when a camera was pulled out.

Squish hesitated for a moment before pinning the photo next to her Glee poster on the notice board above her bed. She heard voices coming from the living room and hurried out to see what was going on.

John was of course making a cup of tea when she emerged and passed her the mug before making himself another one. Sherlock was sitting with Molly on the sofa while Mycroft was perched in the edge of Sherlock's desk. He stood up when he saw her and smiled happily.

"Squish, I am so happy to see you safely returned I do apologise for your terrible ordeal. Please sit down; I believe there are things we should talk about?"

She seated herself in Sherlock's other side and tucked her feet under her. Squish's eyes met her uncle's and she smiled coldly.

"Hello uncle" her voice was as brittle as stalagmites that tremble as you walk underneath them, "I was just wondering if you would care to tell me where you were while I was tortured again, Sherlock was force fed drugs and Molly and John were kidnapped, all in the name of protecting you and your government?"

Mycroft's reply was equally cold "My government is also yours" he reminded her, "and I don't know whether I should answer that question- technically it's all very hush-hush"

John saw that Squish's fists were clenched and her knuckles white as she leant across the table, " you tell me why or I swear to you Mycroft, I will post on every single social media site, paper every shop window and anonymously send every major TV network, all the passwords of the Diogenes club and all the dealings that it's members are involved in." Mycroft's face changed for a second and his cold eyes held her gaze and stared at her hard

"Those passwords are held on a computer that is unhackable; I don't believe that you have anything over me. But I'll tell you what you want to know anyway because your my niece and I am truly sorry for what happened" he leant back and massaged his temple. Another time John might have felt sorry for him but then he saw the scars that winked at him from the bottom of Squish's jumper and decided that he too wanted to know the answer.

Mycroft sighed and looked at the group," I was unable to arrange for any help for you both because I did not know where you were and because to do so would have alerted those who were holding you to my involvement which would have prevented me putting measures in place to stop the leaking of valuable government information. I'm sure you can understand my position, and while it came at great personal pain to me, if the information had been leaked, the effects would have been catastrophic for the country

Squish sighed and unclenched her fists. Then she smiled

"Ok I just wanted to know why"

Mycroft looked both bemused and puzzled at his niece's beatific expression as she continued

"now uncle I know that you trust the people in this room enormously with exception of Molly who you don't know very well, but you have my word that she won't say anything, so you have peace of mind knowing that what I am about to say won't leave this room."

Mycroft's expression was now one of utter bewilderment that changed to rage mixed with respect after Squish's next few words.

"The computer is very nearly unhackable, and I know you don't believe me, so to convince you that I am in fact telling you the truth, Odyssey"

The silence in the room was broken only by Sherlock's laughter. John and Molly looked at him in amazement as he threw his head back and laughed with amazement.

"Well Mycroft" he said when he had calmed down a bit," it looks like you've been bested by a fifteen year old girl. Isn't it lucky that she's on our side rather than Moriarty's? Now surely you should go and let the club know that their computer system is compromised?" Mycroft nodded and gathered his umbrella and briefcase together.

"Always a pleasure Doctor Watson" he said shaking John's hand, "Doctor Hooper, I'm sure we will see each other soon" he looked down at his niece who didn't get up but who stared back at him impassively, "well played little niece, well played" nodding to Sherlock who had also not risen, he left the flat shutting the door gently behind him.

John slumped into his armchair and looked at his two best friends.

"Would you please tell me what just happened?" he asked,

"And me" Molly piped up, "I'm a little confused, right John?" Squish smiled and leant back luxuriously against the cushions.

"I was bored" she said simply," so I hacked the Diogenes computer system, got the names and passwords of each member and then spent an afternoon looking at their computers and where needed searching their rooms"

John looked shocked, "you broke into what may be the most exclusive, the hardest possible place you could have picked to trespass into in London aside from Buckingham Palace and you did it an afternoon because you were bored?"

She looked at him slightly imperiously,

"The wall was taken" she said

"Hold on a second" John said his face still looking very confused, "Mycroft said that the system was unhackable, and don't take this the wrong way but; you're a fifteen year old girl, how did you manage it?"

Now Squish looked exasperated, "I said it was nearly unhackable John, learn to listen."

John still looked utterly confused, and then his expression turned to shock as the door creaked open. The whole room fell silent then breathed a sigh of relief as Mrs Hudson popped her head round the door and said

"Sherlock dear, there's a young man downstairs asking for Squish, shall I send him up?"

Squish jumped up and legged it into her bedroom, "Tell him I'll be five minutes Sherlock" she shouted over her shoulder," and give him some tea John"

Five minutes later Alex was sitting on the sofa with a steaming mug of tea, looking faintly disconcerted as Sherlock and Molly stared at each other than at him, then back at each other again. John cleared his throat noisily then sighed as he realised that he was going to have to say something.

"So Alex" he said awkwardly, "how are you?"

"How very British of you John" Sherlock remarked dryly," you'll be asking about the weather next. A much more interesting question would be, 'Alex tell me about the fight you had with your brother when he called my daughter a 'lesbo'?"

"Sherlock how can you possibly know that?" John said exasperatedly, "you guessed that surely"

"Actually Dr Watson" Alex coughed," he's right" the boy turned to Sherlock, "I would be interested to know how you knew though sir? Squish has told me about your deductions but never demonstrated before now and I'm extremely curious"

Sherlock looked flattered by the boy's attention,

"Well it's quite easy really, I know that you have two older brothers, one of which is gay and the other of which is not. The bruise on your right knuckle tells me that you punched someone recently and the lack of scratches leads me to assume it wasn't a girl, therefore most likely one of your brothers. I know that you attended your brother's eighteenth birthday party but your other brother didn't, which most likely means because he doesn't like his brother's sexuality. Finally as Squish has not been able to answer your text messages for the last few days and you have no doubt grown quite worried, both about her wellbeing and your relationship, it would appear likely that your brother teased you about her which led to your fight. Due to my deductions about his character and Squish's place of work, the comment was most likely about Squish's sexuality, and teen slang today makes lesbo the most likely comment"

"That's brilliant, awesome" Alex joined John in his tirade of adjectives,

"Amazing, fantastic..."

"Oh not you too" Squish's voice came from her open door where she leaned heavily against the doorframe.

"His ego is big enough as it is without my boyfriend inflating even more"

Her mock angry tone was ruined by the smile that spilt her face in two. Alex stood up and walked quickly over to her before picking her up and kissing her, ignoring the adults in the room. When they broke apart, Squish was blushing to the roots of her hair

"Hey" she said then turned to Sherlock, "we'll be in here if you need us" her door slammed behind them.

Inside her room, Alex's face dimmed a little

"Where have you been?" he asked, "I've looked everywhere for you. None of your friends knew where you were neither I'd work, if it went on for much longer I was going to go to the police."

Squish's smile slipped, "You mean you weren't told?" she asked incredulously, "Lestrade didn't tell you?"

"Whose Lestrade" his voice sounded tired and exasperated, " No-one's told me anything Squish, you've been missing for half a week and I've been out of my mind worrying about you and now here you are, absolutely fine and I don't know what to think"

"Alex, please sit down" she said firmly as she sat down on her bed and patted a space beside her," there some stuff I need to tell you"