It had been 14 days since we started looking for him, Langley. 14 days of anxiety. Mycroft has been trying to locate him for 14 days. This dude doesn't want to be found. Gee I wonder why? Could it be the fact that he murdered his own father and now was after me? The one thing that blows my mind is why would he go after me? What motive does he have? My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Keyland? It's Sherlock are you ready yet?"

"Yeah, I'll be right out." I said grabbing a box and heading out the door.

"Good morning handsome."I said. Sherlock turned tomato red. "Would you mind helping me with the rest of these?" I say nodding my head at the stack of boxes next to the bed.

"Uh yeah, sure" he says as I take my load to the car.

"Goodbye dear I will miss you!" Mrs. Holmes says hugging me as I put down the box into the trunk of our rented car.

"I'll miss you too Mrs. Holmes." I say my words becoming muffled in her shoulder.

"Promise you will visit on the weekends" She said finally letting me go.

She turns away from me as Sherlock comes out of the house.

"That means you too Mr!" She announced her hands on her hips.

"Mum!" Sherlock exclaims rolling his eyes.

"Don't Mum me young man!" She commanded.

"We will visit Mrs. Holmes." I said as Sherlock finished bringing in the rest of my boxes. I gave Mrs Holmes a hug and got into the passenger seat. Sherlock slammed the trunk and almost wiggled free of his mum's hug. Then he joined me in the car.

"Bye thank you so much for your kindness!" I yelled out the open window as Sherlock gunned it out of the driveway.

Sherlock and I drove in near silence both deep in thought. That is until his phone rang.

"Who is it?" Sherlock asked me.

"Your brother." I responded.

"Let it ring." He said tiredly.

"But Sherlock. What if it's about the case?" I said responsibly. 

"Ugh fine." He said waving at me dismissively.

"Sherlock's phone. Keyland speaking."

"Hello Keyland is my brother driving?"

"Yes."

"Put me on speaker." Mycroft ordered. I obliged.

"We have caught your little murderer brother mine. The address is 24 Hawthorn lane." He said smugly.

Mycroft hung up the phone with a click. I watched as Sherlock stared into the distance rerouting.

He suddenly turned off the road and lead us down to a shadier area of town. Just minutes later, we pulled up to a squat brown house.

 The police were already there. Sherlock came around and opened my door. He watched me with a concerned face. I got out of the car and watched, as the policemen dragged a tall, buff, blond man out and put him in the back of the cruiser.

"Are you okay Keyland?" Sherlock said standing beside me.

"I don't know." I whispered.

Suddenly the Man looked up at me and gave a monstrous roar! He charged at me like an angry bull. Sherlock pulled me behind him.

Luckily for me the police caught him in time. I shivered as they forced him into the car. His cold grey eyes boring a hole in my face.

"Lets go I'm bored." Sherlock said as he turned to me, his tone conversational.

"Sorry?" I asked, confused. Looking at his handsome face.

"No it's not your fault. The fun stuff is already over." He said sadly. "Keyland? Have you ever ridden on a motorcycle before?" He said a devious plan forming.

"No, why do you ask." I said suspiciously.

"Stay here." He ordered.

Sherlock went over and talked to a policeman. He came back grinning like a Cheshire cat. Grabbed me by the arm and dragged me over to a motorbike.

"Sherlock we can't" I said as he grabbed a helmet from another bike.

"Of course we can I have keys!" He said jingling them in front of my face.

"Did you steal them?" I say snatching them from him.

"No, I pick pocketed them there is a difference." He smirked.

"Sherlock." I scolded. Not noticing him grabbing the keys again.

"Or you can stay here with the viking if you want." He said heading over to the police's motorbike.

"No I'd rather be with you." I said truthfully.

"Then get on." He said popping a helmet on my head.

We mounted the bike and Sherlock pulled my arms around him. Putting the other helmet on his head.

"Hang on!" He said speeding off.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked clinging on for dear life.

"On an adventure!" He yelled over the sound of the bike.

My name is Arabella Keyland McLaughlin.

And personally I think that's the truest thing he ever told me.

The End.