i fiddled with the lock of 221B and the door opened no one was in i made sure of it. closing the door behind me i went upstairs and looked around. typical Sherlock always so messy, i looked in the fridge and there was a severed head. putting the kettle on i made some tea and when i had finished i heard a key go in the door, i grinned before sitting down. footsteps not that of Watson came up the stairs slowly before opening the door. there stood my older brother.

When he realised it was me shock was evident all over his face.

"Hello, Brother" (a/n i totally had a Damon TVD moment here if you look for the clip the way they say it is exactly the same because it's how i imagine it.) i took a sip of my tea and he slowly entered

"how you don't mind i made myself at home. very messy, but i suppose with you being a consulting detective you would have to be" i smiled this was hilarious

"what are you doing here, you haven't spoken to me in 10 years" he asked taking off his scarf and jacket. i pouted

"can your little sister come say hello" i asked

"not you, you slapped me and screamed at me to leave no suddenly after 10 years..." i cut him off

"almost 11 don't forget"

"10 nearly 11 years you want to say hello. no something has happened that or Mycroft forced you to come here" i shrugged

"bit of both though i presume you already know" i held up my had showing my finger.

"little sister is getting married." i grinned. but he didn't say anything.

"I'm going to change i doubt you'll be hear when i get back" in other words we haven't spoken for nearly 11 years why start again now. leave. he left and i stayed right where i was grabbing a book he came out still seeing me here he didn't comment anything. just sat across from me. i still read the book knowing he was trying to deduce things from me. once i knew he'd given up i looked up. i wasn't exactly easy to read.

"you know i really should be thanking you, in a way you've made me who i am today." i told the truth he did i was a sociopath now i would be called a Psychopath.

"so your here to invite me to the wedding" i laughed  and clapped my hands

"really as if. no i thought i would pop in say I'm getting married soon but invite you. nah that would be dumb and we both know I'm anything but"  we continued to stare at each other. that was until he spray painted the wall and started shooting at it.

i didn't mind, but John Watson entered.

"what the hell is going on and who are you" he noticed me.

"he's bored and I'm his sister" i stood up and held out my hand "Aurelia Holmes" he took it and shook it puzzled.

"i never knew you had a sister" he directed at Sherlock.

"we had a falling out...well i say falling out he humiliated me in front of 100 people by outing my ex boyfriend and best friend"  i put my finger on my chin pretending to think.

"and right after she kidnapped, tortured and finally killed them just to prove a point"

"did not and besides i was only taken in for questioning there was no proof to suggest i did. they got what they deserved though." i smirked thinking back to when everything changed.

"well I'm bored unlike my brother here i don't have the police begging me to do cases and solve them. bye-bye" i went to leave.

"what's his name" Sherlock drawled this i smirked at he may be suspicious but he can't help be nosey especially when it came to his little sister.

"Jay his name is Jay before you ask he's a business man investing and collecting." i told him before nodding to Dr Watson and leaving. Seb was waiting for me and he opened the door i looked up seeing Sherlock was at the window, it would be only a matter of time before he would call. i slipped into the car and watched as the door close. we set off.

half way home i was texted saying Watson had left, which reminded me of something i needed to do i looked in my back for the cheap phone and sent a message.

BOOM.