Sherlock followed Mycroft downstairs and out to the car. I was already sitting in my seat. Sherlock sat beside me. Mycroft cleared his throat.

"So I suppose we should speak about your university arrangements?" Declared Mycroft.

"Yes tell me brother dear, what have you set up?" Sherlock sassed.

"Miss Keyland here will share a dorm with you. She will join you in all your classes, Because you both are taking the same courses thankfully. I have enrolled you both in a drama program and expect you to do well in your work. If you," He said pointing to Sherlock. "Decide to leave at anytime or start doing poorly in your classes I will send in another person to watch you both." he said fixing us with a pointed stare.

"So if we misbehave, we have less freedom." I clarified.

"Precisely. Also Keyland here is to keep you away from... recreational substances."

"How clever brother dear, to send me in with a person on the inside. I however can make no promises for my behavior. If the classes are boring I wont go to them."

"You WILL go to your classes..." Mycroft started. I cut him off.

"I'm sure we will find ways to keep ourselves interested." I smiled. Elbowing Sherlock secretly in his side. 

"Hmm yes." Mycroft responded as Sherlock glared out the window. He undoubtedly was not happy about how I spoke for both of us. Oh well, he could suck it up.

Sherlock was quiet the rest of the way to his house. Instead of being polite he glared moodily out the window. Mycroft sat across from me and was looking between the two of us, apparently lost in thought. I took the opportunity to mull over what had happened in the past few days. First of all. My dad was dead. His girlfriend too. Killed in the most gruesome fashion. Apparently, the killer was after some box. I assume it was housed under the stairs.

"Mycroft?"

"Hmm?"

"When the police searched my house did they find anything under the stairs?"

"Lestrade said it was empty."

"Did they check under the floorboards?"

Mycroft's eyes widened. He whipped out his phone.

"Yes give me DI Lestrade please... Greg did you check under the floorboards?... Check under the floorboards... In Keyland's house. In the cupboard of course! Alright then update me when you can."

"You are a very clever girl Keyland Jones." He praised.

"So they tell me."I sassed. Sherlock giving me a fleeting smirk before noticing that I saw him. We were pulling up to the house now. Mycroft rolled his eyes.

"This is where I leave you two." He announced.

"Why Mycroft have you got a hot date?" I said faking surprise.

"With a treadmill." Sherlock put in. I snorted as Mycroft gave Sherlock a disappointed look.

"The both of you are children. Our poor mother now has two kids to deal with." He spat.

"Touchy!" I replied. Mycroft sighed.

"Now both of you go before I change my mind." he seethed.

"Goodbye Mr. Holmes!" I said cheerfully as I got out of the vehicle. The car pulled away the second Sherlock closed the door. We stood in silence for a moment as we watched the car disappear from view. Sherlock broke the silence with a hardly suppressed chuckle. I made eye contact with him and we both burst out laughing.

"Sherlock Holmes, you are the most fun person I've ever met!" I say after gasping for air. This seems to shock him, because after I say that he grows quiet. I turn to look at him. He is gazing at me with an unreadable look on his face.

"Keyland can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

"You are hiding something from me aren't you?" he stared at me.

"No" I lied staring straight into his eyes. He paused eyes scanning my face trying to read me. Then with a huff he turned and walked into the house. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Then I followed him inside.