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"I can't believe the f-" Donovan remember Mycroft's warning well. "-he was actually right."

"I know!" Anderson sound equally frustrated. "It almost makes you think he might have been the cause..." he raised his eyebrows in suspicion.

"Yeah." the female caught on. "We should probably keep an eye on him while we are forced to live each other. There may be some use of it yet, to ensure that Lestrade will never bring him back to a crime scene."

They shared a smile.

Back at the house, Mycroft (the serious one) and Sherrinford (the happy one) gathered up all of their 'guests' in the house. Somehow, someway, probably John, they had even dragged Sherlock away from 'an experiment sure to end in a scientific breakthrough' as he put it.

It was 7:54 PM, right on the dime.

And there was absolutely nothing to do.

"So, we're supposed to be 'getting along'." John stared at nothing in particular.

"I have a way to do that!" Sherrinford bounced up.

Anderson raised an eyebrow. Clearly, he was thinking about where this guy could possibly be hiding drugs.

"And what would that way be?" Lestrade rubbed his head, having already acquired a headache from being with Sherlock.

"Truth or Dare!" the eldest Holmes brother pumped his fist into the air.

Sherlock rolled his eyes. "No way..." he got up...

...Only to be enveloped by a full hug from behind from his eldest brother.

"Why?" Sherrinford asked.

"Because it's stupid, boring, and dull. Now, get off of me." he tried to pull away.

"Come on, Sherlock." John grinned. "This might actually be fun."

Most of the adults in the room looked at him like he was insane.

"What? It would be a pleasant experience to know more about each other." the doctor convinced.

"I agree." Mary took his side.

"Sure." Molly awkwardly raised her hand.

"I'll play!" Sherrinford gripped his brother even tighter from behind.

"That's kind of obvious." Sherlock narrowed his eyes. "I said, 'Get off me', didn't I?"

"Yeah, but then you'll go away."

"That's kind of the point."

The others, besides Mycroft, was practically gaping at Sherrinford. How strong was this guy?

"Just come on," the eldest dragged the youngest down and forced him to sit next to the middle one.

Absolute torture.

"So," Sherrinford bounced up and down excitedly. "...Molly. Truth or dare?"

Molly was not sure which one to answer. If she said truth, and this game turned out to be like one people play as children with things like telling everyone who you like, that would be bad. But if she chose dare, who knows what a Holmes could come up with.

"...Dare." she knew she'd regret that.

Sherrinford whispered something in Sherlock's ear.

"No." the youngest answered.

"Fine..." he sighed. "Molly, go look at what Sherlock's done to all of the things you've given him!"

"How did you know that I give Sherlock pieces of cadavers?"

"I have my ways." Sherrinford led Molly to the place that was no doubt Sherlock's room.

Anderson and Donovan looked at each other with an expression of disgust and horror.

"I seriously pity her." John shuddered a bit.

There was silence for a little bit, before Sherrinford led Molly back to the game.

"How was it?" Lestrade actually looked fairly interested.

"It's not the worst I've seen him do." she shrugged.

Everyone, except the Holmes, looked incredibly grossed out.

"Okay, Mary," Molly turned. "Truth or dare?"

"...Truth..."

"When was the last time you made out with John?" she felt herself reverting to her teenage self.

They both flushed.

"This morning..." she winced.

Molly burst out laughing.

"Anyway..." Mary scanned the room, "Lestrade, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"What do you think of Sherlock?"

"Erm..." Lestrade felt Donovan's and Anderson's eyes burning into his soul. "He's smart and all, and I need him...But every time he comes to a crime scene I end up with a splitting bloody headache." he winced. "Like now."

Almost everyone, minus Mycroft and Sherlock, but everyone doubted they would laugh at anything, burst out laughing.

"Anyway..." Lestrade looked to Mycroft. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"Show us all of the cameras you have to stalk Sherlock with."

"I do not 'stalk' him!" the middle brother looked slightly offended.

"Then, why do you cameras following him around?" Lestrade held up a camera that he no doubt found in Sherlock's room. "That's kind of illegal."

Mycroft glared at him, but he did get up and take the back off of the remote for the television. Instead of the batteries, there was one switch. The middle brother proceeded to flick that switch, effectively turning on the television to look at many cameras.

Donovan felt the need to say that the entire Holmes family were freaks, but she remember Mycroft's warning and kept her trap shut.

John almost burst out laughing at Mycroft's situation.

"Anderson..." the middle Holmes decided after regaining his dignity. "Truth or dare?"

Anderson was extremely scared right now. "Dare..." he knew he would come to regret that decision.

Escpecially after he saw the identical evil looks on each of the Holmes faces.

"You are dared to put on a blindfold and slow dance with someone. Guess who it is by touch alone." Mycroft dared.

Anderson supposed it could be worse.

Then, he immediately decided against that as soon as Mary blindfolded him with a random bandana.

"I'll cover his ears while you decide." Lestrade covered Anderson's ears.

Sherrinford immediately pointed to Sherlock. "Him."

"No." the consulting detective looked disgusted.

John did burst out laughing then.

"But it would be funny since Anderson hates Sherlock, and Sherlock's actually a good dancer!" the eldest complained.

Donovan felt the need to protect her partner in crime, but she didn't know how.

"It's settled then. Sherlock will do it, no buts."

"But it's too easy." He complained.

"Not everybody has everybody's finger pads memorized, Sherlock." Mycroft reprimanded.

The others looked fairly freaked out now.

The dance was extremely slow, and, to humiliate Anderson by throwing him off of his trail, Sherlock let him lead, surprisingly.

After the dance was done, Sherlock immediately sat down where he was in the same position as he was (exactly).

"You may take your blindfold off, Anderson." Molly stated.

He did as he was told. "This person let me lead..." Anderson began. "So this person is probably female..."

The others were close to laughter.

"Um...Donovan?"

"You are incorrect." Mycroft responded. "Two more guesses, perhaps?"

"Mary."

"No."

"Molly."

"No."

They smirked.

"It wasn't a female? But he let me lead!" Anderson gasped.

"Did you not notice his height?" John looked at him incredulously.

"You can't really tell in a slow dance if you aren't looking!" he complained. "Who was it?"

Mycroft looked on evilly. "My dear younger brother."

"What?!" Anderson looked disgusted before collapsing.

Donovan felt for him.

Once he recovered, which admittedly took a while, he turned. "Sherrinford, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"What is Sherlock?" Anderson stated. "He's not a sociopath, is he?"

Donovan's attention turned to Sherrinford as well. This could be it.

"He's not a sociopath." Sherrinford agreed. "He-"

He was cut off by Sherlock putting his hand over his mouth.

"Brother," the eldest easily pushed the youngest off of him. "I'm telling a story."

"He has Aspergers Syndrome."

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