I turned over in my bed sleepiness in my eyes to find my new bedmate for the week. Addie was watching me with a small smirk on her face.

While I refused to relent in her true wishes I decided I could do something at least. So I told her I would let her spend the night in my room for the next week. However I refused to do anything more than sleep.

"Good morning Addie." I spoke softly stifling a yawn as I slowly rose up.

"I had almost forgotten how cute you are when you're sleeping Megan." She purred up to no good as usual.

"Don't push it Addie." I got up making my way over to my closet, before slipping out of my pajamas.

I heard a slight hm sound coming back from the bed. Paying no mind to her stares knowing fully well what was passing through that mind of hers.

Memories of being tied to a bedpost came flashing back. Her hands on my bo-

I shook my head slightly before putting on a pair of jeans and a blouse, before throwing on my peacoat.

"So then what's for breakfast darling?" She winked at me as I walked out of the closet heading towards the kitchen.

"French Toast and fruit." I responded knowing fully well she was naked and following behind me.

"With a side of Meg?" She asked smirking, as she walked by my she stroked my lower back. I shivered involuntary.

"I think I know why you won't give in Meg." She spoke knowing I had no plans of answering her first question.

"Why Addie?" I got out the ingredients and started to whisk them together while she talked.

"Well there's only two possible solutions," She commented her voice turning smooth. "Either your worries about having a relationship and it ending badly while I'm still here."

"Or?"

"Or you have feelings for Sherlock." I blinked surprised stopping my whisking altogether.

I glanced back at her while she waited for my answer, "Neither, I'm just not looking for anything right now."

I dipped the bread halves into the batter before dropping them into the buttered frying pan. While they cooked I began to chop strawberries, apples, and a banana together.

"Have you finally adopted that sentiment thing from Mycroft?"

"Sentiment is a chemical defect found on the losing side." His voice echoed in my head forever urging me to not succumb to sentiment again. At least not an intimate sentiment.

"Obviously not, I carry sentiment for John, Rosie, even Ms. Hudson." I replied as I placed the fruit on plates before flipping the French toast.

"I mean intimate sentiment Meg, the Holmes boys will never admit it but they do care about those close to them." She was right, while Mycroft would never admit it he cared deeply about Sherlock and perhaps even I.

Sherlock of course has many people he cares about: John, Ms. Hudson, even Molly and Greg. He even cared for Irene at one point. He was most certainly the more sentimental one.

"Irene, you're my client and I don't need a relationship right now. Stop fishing for more." I plated the French toast and gave it to her.

I drizzled a small amount of syrup over my own before popping a bite into my mouth. The warm fluffy texture was divine.

"How about my case, has Mr. Holmes given you my file yet?"

"He refuses to do so until my other assignments are completed, I tried though Addie." That was a lie, I didn't ask him for her case file at all.

Even if I solved her case she could easily become a target for the Jack the Rippers. It was better for her to stay in the flat.

"Thank you for trying." I nodded finishing my food and saying a quick good-bye.

I heard mutterings pf loud voicing coming from the flat above me, sounded like Myc and Sherlock.

Traveling up the stairs to investigate I found the two arguing over Sherlock taking another case. On closer inspection though it was the case he had given me two days ago.

"The curtain rose?" I asked Mycroft, if he had come here for Sherlock's help then it wouldn't matter that I worked for him.

"Ah so you are working for Mycroft." Sherlock smirked at me knowingly, figures he knew.

"How else would I be able to tolerate you Sherlock, practice." I put my elbow on Mycroft's shoulder, "Isn't that right Myc."

"So your the bloke who took away my baby sister." John spoke glaring daggers towards Myc.

"Her abilities proved to be satisfactory, as you've stated she can keep up with even us Holmes men." Mycroft didn't even glance at my brother instead his eyes remained steadfast on Sherlock.

"Just take the case with me Sherlock, if Myc is wanting us to work together it means it's more dangerous than anything I've encountered." I took the file of the coffee table in front of Sherlock.

Flipping through the pages I realized The Rippers had upgraded tremendously since their trial runs.

"Immensely more dangerous." Mycroft spoke watching as I flipped through the file.

"The latest victim was a tour guide at a local museum, identified by her teeth records as her body was in shambles by the time she was found. Janette Wilson, 25, brunette with green eyes, and a teenage daughter. Uterus was cut out but left on scene, no finger prints." I spoke aloud the case for my brother and myself, his face turning grim the more I spoke.

"There's no bloody way I'm letting you take this case Sis." John broke the silence attempting to take the folder from my hands but I hid it behind my back.

"She's already taken the case John." Mycroft replied as I nodded absentmindedly, however I felt the rage coming off of John.

"Now then brother mine will you?" Before Sherlock could respond John did it for him anger still laced in his voice.

"If she's taking it then so are we." I smirked at the baffled Sherlock, I surmise that my brother had never done something like this before now.

"I suppose we shall." Sherlock responded before playing God save the Queen on his violin.

"Bye Myc!" I exclaimed happily before slumping into Sherlock's chair watching the Queen leave.

However he stopped for a moment turning back towards us, "Megan is in charge, any findings are to be reported to me immediately."

He left quickly after that not wanting to witness the rage that his younger brother would most likely have. Nor my squeals of delight.

"Did you hear that Sherlock? You have to follow my lead this time." I taunted him slightly taking pleasure in the scowl on his face.

"Mycroft really trusts you doesn't he?" I turned towards my brother, who seemed to be still in shock. Asking the first question that had come to mind.

"We are fairly close after working together for so long." I responded with a shrug, although I would be lying if there wasn't more to the story. Eight years is a long time to work with someone.

It had already been two years since I had scene my brother and family. Currently Holmes had me in Russia to do surveillance on an important family.

The wind was crisp yet comfortable, my face covered with my navy scarf. Furthermore a winter had hung low on my head leaving most of my face covered. The head of the Ivanov family was suppose to be meeting someone.

"Hard at work I see." I looked up trying to mask my surprise as Mycroft sat down beside me with two cups of hot chocolate.

"It's better to blend in by acting normal Ms. Marie." I had refused for him to call me by Watson any longer, the name only brought pain to my heart.

"You don't like legwork Mycroft, isn't that why you chose me?" I responded before replying to his comment, "I haven't failed anything you've thrown at me in the past two years. Show some faith, my love." I added the last bit just as a couple walked by.

Mycroft laced our hands together trying to make us blend in as a happy couple sharing a hot treat on a cold day.

"Nice cover, people only see what they want to see." Mycroft complimented me, even after all this while he still trained me on many things.

"Man in red shirt, go." I glanced over at the man in the red shirt with a black jacket over top.

Any time Mycroft and I would meet he would make me do deductions. I wondered if he ever thought that I could match him in a battle of deductions one day. For now though...

"Single, not from lack of trying though, divorced twice. Rather impressive considering he's in his late twenties to early thirties. First wife cheated on him and left, second couldn't deal with his clinginess that the first one cause." I spoke rapidly under my breath just loud enough for Mycroft to hear.

"Had two cats and a ferret, quite an unusual pairing if you ask me. Works at a local office doing paper work all day." I turned towards Mycroft wondering how I did, he nodded.

"You're improving, however, you missed the fact that he had a two year old son." There was always something wasn't there. I let out a sad sigh, something so large to.

Upon closer inspection I could see the small handmade keychain that a child had made. Most would say that a nephew or even a daughter could have made it. However it read #1 Dad in blue and black letters. Stars at both ends, most certainly a little boy's choice.

"One of these days I'll catch everything." I replied shaking my head slightly.

"So any suspicious activity with the Ivanov?" He spoke softly once more, however I was more concerned with another matter. The fact that we still had our glover hands intertwined.

While I knew it was for the cover I still couldn't stop the little pang in my heart. I truly did long for someone to love me one day and while I didn't want Mycroft to really... It still affected me.

For two years he's been the only constant in my life, I've traveled around to so many places. Any bonds I made were under a fake personality and name.

He was the only person in this world right now who knew who I was.

"He hasn't met with the contact yet, recently he's been clean to. Makes me feel like something big is coming." I replied trying to find the head of the family once more.

"Well I wouldn't be too concerned with it." He responded and I knew by the tone of his voice what he would say next.

"You're being relocated again, to Canada this time."

"I should've know why you were here the moment I saw you." He smirked at my lightly a playfulness I'd seen only a dozen or so times on his face.

"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll play this game better soon." I rolled my eyes getting up when he stood. Our fingers still laced together until our cover was no longer necessary.

I did miss the human contact, it's the most I had in awhile. Still I knew what I was doing was right, even if the only other person who knew that was him.

Slowly I opened my eyes realizing that I had taken a nap in Sherlock's chair. I glanced over seeing him watching me from the couch a cuppa in his hands.

"Where's John?" I questioned slowly sitting up from my curled up position, stretching out my legs.

"Not sure, by the time I had exited from my mind palace he was gone." I nodded knowing my older brother wouldn't wake me and that Sherlock wouldn't wake up the stubborn prick.

"Alright then Holmes, I have a question." I spoke watching as he continued to keep his eyes on me.

"I most certainly have an answer, though I always do." He responded straight faced and serious, barely blinking.

"People constantly talked in America about your death, I have a theory however I'd rather you tell me." I responded watching as he straightened his back, his eyes shining in amusement.

"You think you know how I faked my death?" He raised his eyebrow at me challenging me, yet all I could think about is his haunting eyes.

"Oh I know how you did it, but I'd rather you tell me." I leaned forward my hands clasped together on my knees.

"Well that's rather boring." He leaned back his stance slightly less stiff.

"Fine." I paused, "One of the windows was open, you fell at an angle to which once you reached the second story your feet would hit the ledge."

"Two of Mycroft's men pulled you back, all the while John gets hit by a wave of nausea as he just witnessed his best friend commit suicide." Sherlock nodded along his eyes never leaving mine as he explained.

"From there you jumped from the second story, it's not enough to kill you but would cause significant damage and blood." I paused not wanting to think about that part too much.

"The perfect rouse so when a wobbling John tries to check your pulse he can't stop shaking." I quickly stood going to get my own cuppa not being able to stand his eyes boring into mine.

"DNA tests are only as good as the records you keep, Mycroft is the bloody Queen. Plus Molly knew of course. Took a page out of The Woman's handbook." I turned back at him as the tea brewed, the name still having an impact.

"Mycroft found her you know." His eyes met mine and for a moment a spot of fear flashed.

"So was I right?" He blinked still a bit shocked at the new information, but eventually he nodded once.

"Yes you are right."

"Still after all these years she affects you, do you ever wish that you..." I trailed off not knowing why I needed to know this. But something in my bones needed answers.

"Sentiment is not an advantage Meg, surely my brother has taught you that much." Still I couldn't help but notice that he never gave me a straight answer.

"That is why you cut John out of your life after all." He began to walk towards the kitchen sink to put his empty cup away.

I took strides towards him trapping him against the table, "Never pretend you know who I am Sherlock."

I swiftly left the flat leaving behind an equally confused and amused consulting detective. Later John would find Sherlock working on another experiment, however, his focus was not on that. No it was something fair more dangerous.

It was Megan Marie Watson.