We walked into a quaint kitchen and Mrs. Holmes set me to work peeling potatoes. We worked quietly for a while until she broke the silence.

"Myc told me you have gone through a lot in the past few days." She said in a motherly sort of way.

"Yeah I guess so." I replied.

"Well just so you know if you ever need anyone to talk to. I've been told I'm a very good listener."

"You would have to be with Mycroft as a son. All he ever does is talk." I said laughing.

Mrs. Holmes laughed. A sweet tinkling sound. "If you think he is bad you should hear Sherlock!"

"Speak of the devil." I responded as Sherlock swaggered into the room. He grabbed an apple from a bowl and wiped it on his shirt. "Where is Dad?" he asked. "He has been gone all week Sherlock! I told you he went off fishing with some of his old work buddies. He will be here for supper though. Honestly! Why do I bother?" Mrs. Holmes ranted. Sherlock sat down beside me at the counter. I scooted my chair over a bit. "So Keyland whats your story?" Sherlock grinned taking a bite out of his apple. "My story is being written but your character will be killed off in chapter five." I deadpanned peeling the last of the potatoes. Sherlock smirked at me. "What I mean is what has Mycroft got on you that you would agree to watch me?" He asked trying to read me with his eyes. "I killed a man." I sarcastically reply. I hear Mrs. Holmes drop something but do not turn to look at her. I keep my eyes fixed on Sherlock. Sherlock smiles at me and leaves the room.

Later, I carried a bowl of mashed potatoes to the solid mahogany table and set them down on the table in front of Sherlock. "So how did you do it?"

"Pardon?" I ask.

"How did you kill your step-father?"

In response I slap him. I leave the room as he rubs his cheek. His mother gives me an amused look.

"What?" I snap.

"Nothing." she sings.

We set the rest of the table just as Mr. Holmes walked in. I sit down beside Sherlock.

"Hello Darling." Mr. Holmes smiled, giving her a chaste kiss.

"Hello my dear!" She replies blushing. Mycroft makes a face.

"Ew" Sherlock exclaims. I smile as everyone sits down to eat.

After the dinner, which was quite pleasant. Mycroft got up from his seat.

"Well, as charming as this has been. We should get miss Keyland back to her hotel." he said flatly. He motioned for me to follow him as he left the room. I was about to follow him when Mrs. Holmes gave me a hug. I tensed at first, then realized how nice it felt to be held. As she pulled away she slipped something paper into my hand.

"I'm so very glad that Mycroft found you my dear. I think that you will be a good friend for Sherlock." She smiled. Her husband nodded as he put in. "Yes, and don't let them push you around." I shook his hand. Mycroft popped his head back into the dining room.

"Come on Keyland I haven't got all day."

"I'm busy can i ignore you some other time?"

"Really Key-" Suddenly Mycroft's phone rang. I quickly stole a glance at the paper. It had Mrs. Holmes' number on it.

"Mycroft." he answered. His eyes went wide. "Oh dear...yes I see. Hmm." he hung up and looked at me.

"We need to go now." he warned. "Goodbye parents." he said as his mum gave him an unwelcome hug.

"Mum can we borrow Sherlock?" he asked.

"As long as you bring him home in one piece," Replied Mr. Holmes

Sherlock groaned as he flung himself off the couch.

"Who said I'm going to come?" He sulked.

"You will come. Because I'm a mystery you want to solve." I said coyly.

He looked me dead in the eyes. Then let out a heavy sigh. "Fine." he said storming past me to grab his coat. He came back into the room and grabbed my arm.

"It was nice to meet you all!" I said to Sherlock's parents as he dragged me past a slightly amused Mycroft, and out the door. When we all got to the car, Sherlock sat between Mycroft and I.

"I unfortunately have bad news." Mycroft frowned. "It seems someone has been in your hotel room. The place itself was torn apart, and the agent stationed outside your room is... unfit for duty." Mycroft deadpanned.

"So he is dead?" Sherlock clarified. Mycroft nodded solemnly. "Finally something interesting!" He beamed.

"Interesting?!" I sputtered. "Sherlock. A man is dead!" They both ignored me.

"How was he killed?" Sherlock asked in vulgar fascination.

"Exactly the same way her parents were killed." Mycroft replies with a smug smile.

"It seems a pattern is forming Mr. Holmes" they both looked at me then. "Somebody is murdered and you don't care." I fumed."Keyland..." Sherlock started. I didn't listen. "Honestly the both of you going on like that! These people have lives! Lives and families!" I ranted. "KEYLAND!" Sherlock yelled. I jumped and shut my mouth, eyes wide. He continued more softly, grabbing my hands. "Don't you think I know that? Emotion is the enemy of logic. Grieving over those people wont help. The only way to stop whoever is doing this is to rely solely on being logical." He stated gently. I pulled my hands from his grasp and stared at the floor. There was a pause, as Sherlock stated at me. I didn't think to look at Mycroft. However If I had, I would have seen him looking very amused at the two of us. Then Mycroft continued as if nothing happened. "It seems to me Sherlock that we have a case." Sherlock tore his eyes away from me and turned to look at his brother. "The game is on." He smiled.