"I am going to kill you though," Charlotte stated later as the three Watsons and the Holmes all watched crappy Telly.

"I'm going to kill you too," she replied.

"After you are ungrounded that is," Mary said nonchalantly.

"Aw comeon! It was one time!"

"You shouldn't have smoked weed at all," John stated, "And if you have your drug dealer as your number one number it wasn't one time."

She then glared at Charlotte while she continued to watch the TV.

"And both of you are going to therapy together," Mary stated, "you both know that based on how the way you both acted that both of you need it," she said sternly.

"Really?!"

"Trust me you get used to it," Charlotte replied coldly.

"Oh shut up," Eliza replied coldly back.

"At least we can annoy the shrink together in group. We can casually talk about murder, dead bodies-"

"I'm good. I kind of don't want to be sent to a hospital."

Their then was silence once again until Char's phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Yes I'm at John's house."

"Yes I know."

"OH IT'S CHRISTMAS!"

"I'm bringing Eliza. Ok. Bye."

She then hung up.

"You do med academy at your school correct?"

Little known fact about Eliza besides the fact that she's smoked weed is the fact that she wants to be just like her dad: an army doctor.

"Yes."

"Any good?"

"Very good."

"Seen a lot of injuries...violent deaths."

"Well...Yes."

"Bit of trouble too I bet."

"Why does this seem so familiar," John thought for a moment.

"Of course yes. Enough for a lifetime. Far too much."

"Wanna see some more?"

"Oh god yes."

And then the two left the house while John sat there and looked confused.

Several days later, and Charlotte and Elizabeth found themselves going into the group therapy office.

"We have to have a plan," Charlotte stated, "to get out as quickly as possible.

"Okay," Elizabeth agreed, "don't say you don't have a drug problem and talk about how good your doing, pretend to be happy."

"And if that doesn't work, we can just scare them off with crime stories."

They then gave each other high fives.

By the time they left, one kid threw up and the therapist told both of them that they were proud of them for their "progress."

Twice.

"So I see both Plan A and B worked."

"It did indeed," Charlotte smirked.

By the end of the month, both Charlotte and Eliza were kicked out of all therapy offices due to being "better", their horror stories, or even both.

And since they both promised to stop doing drugs before they got TOO addicted and learned coping skills (although they would hate to admit it) they didn't go back.

And all was well...for now.

3 years later

"FOLLOW THAT TRAIN!"

"I GOT THIS," Eliza yelled, ahead of Charlotte (the perks of being a star athlete) running next to the train tracks.

She then jumped on the speeding train and 5 minutes later, Char soon followed suit.

Waiting for her, they both waited until the man was least suspecting them.

"Do you have your gun," Char whispered.

"Yeah."

"Pepper spray?"

"Char I got this."

"Alright alright," she then passed her Lestrade's police badge, "let's get him."

They then climbed the ladder, wind blowing in their hair and coats while holding guns up and badges.

"PUT YOUR HANDS UP!"

Later after much struggle getting off the train and arresting the man they turned him into the police.

"No wonder dad does this on the side," Eliza laughed, "it's fun."

"Yeah," Char laughed back.

"What were you doing on a train?!"

They then turned to see Lestrade behind them with his arms crossed.

"He jumped so we jumped. We caught him didn't we," Charlotte asked.

"Yeah you did," he paused, "but you both are also CHILDREN and my NIECES."

"It's our thing uncle. It's what we do," Eliza laughed and looked at Char.

"Yeah. It's what we do."