"I'm sorry, what?" John furrowed his brows smiling at the ridiculous notion.

"You, as my personal assistant. Have I not said that clearly enough?" Sherlock repeated impatiently before sighing at the blank look on John's face. "I'm probably the laziest being there is on this planet and so I need someone to help me with sorting out everything. Bluebell's gone missing and I remember another case that's quite similar to this one and because of my disorganization I can't make head or tail of my case file."

"Bluebell?"

"A rabbit John!"

"Oh..." John thought for a second before agreeing. "Sure, I like organizing things and if we split the fee three/seven I'm in."

"Perfect." Sherlock gave a reverse smile before pulling out four more humongous files. "Let's start now, shall we?"

"Somehow I get the feeling that this was a trap with a bait of hot chocolate and ginger nuts..." John sighed as he got down to work. Thankfully the dividers were alphabetized and so he started reading over the cases and naming them.

"The Solitary Cyclist? You can't be serious John. I only helped that person discover that his ex was a crazy stalker. God, these names just get stupider. What, are you going to call this one a Study in Rainbow just because I remembered distinctly that there was a rainbow that day at the place they took the picture of the "UFO"?" Sherlock sneered throwing a random case to John who rolled his eyes.

"Actually that's a pretty good name. Plus, I'm here for a reason I trust that you won't interfere with my work." John smiled as he scribbled the name down and sorted it in the folder. "So how many cases do you usually get?"

"About a few every two weeks. But I haven't come across any good ones yet..." Sherlock answered as he picked up his violin. "Shut up now, I need to practice."

"I wasn't going to say anything..." John muttered but nevertheless he stopped talking as Sherlock started tuning his violin.

Several accelerating scales started, some sounding like the elixir of sunlight while others sounded like the concentrate of triste tears. The raw emotions without any melody to carry it was overwhelming.

John thought of the clarinet gathering dust in his house and smiled in embarrassment. But most of all he was caught off guard by how human the music sounded.

It was as if Sherlock had just completely shed off the armor of a calculating machine when his words transform into the sweet sound of the violin, he seemed so exposed, so vulnerable...

John continued to file before a melody caught his ears, it wasn't playful like the first piece, not as dramatic as the second. It was melancholy yet hopeful. A bright hue of orange and yellow.

"I see you especially enjoy Mandelson." Sherlock commented as he set down his violin.

"I have no idea who that guy is but if he was the composer of the piece that you just played then yeah, I did enjoy that very much." John cleared his throat as he checked his wristwatch.

"Ring Ring."

Sherlock's head snapped around at the sound of the door bell ringing.

"A client."

That was all John heard before Sherlock shot out of his room and flew down the stairs. He followed to arrive at the scene of a bored Sherlock and a teary-eyed girl.

"Mr. detective, have you found bluebell yet?? Can I please come in? I have something to tell you." The little girl looked like she needed a hug that in no way in hell or heaven would be given by Sherlock.

"No, and I don't believe you'll be able to see it ever again. A missing human, I can find but a runaway rabbit is nearly impossible. Goodbye now, Ms. Kirsty." Sherlock was about to slam the door in the little girl's face before being stopped abruptly by John.

"Hold on a second Sherlock, this is no way to treat a lady." John hissed at Sherlock as he held the door open and ushered Kirsty in.

"Oh great, apparently, you're the master of the house now." Sherlock sulked as he curled up on the sofa in the living room in a black mood.

"He's funny." Kirsty giggled before being silenced by a death glare from Sherlock at her direction.

John couldn't help but chuckle slightly as he took a seat beside Sherlock and Kirsty taking a seat in a little wooden chair.

"So, what discovery do you bring today?" Sherlock snapped impatiently folding his hands under his chin.

"Well, Mr. Sherlock, I suddenly remembered seeing a dark figure at Bluebell's cage the night she disappeared. I thought I was dreaming but the more I thought about it, the more real the dream became until finally I realized that it wasn't a dream at all but that someone had taken Bluebell." Tears started welling up again in little Kirsty's eyes and John hurried to the kitchen to get her a tissue.

"Interesting... Is there anyone else who lives in your house besides your mother?" Sherlock leaned forward his eyes twinkling at the mysterious abduction of Bluebell.

"Well, sometimes James comes. He's mommy's boyfriend, he told me it's alright to call him by his first name." Kirsty thought for a moment. "That's everyone who lives in my house."

Sherlock thought for a moment before asking again. "What is your mother's occupation?"

"She's a Beeologist. I thought that she worked with bees but she just laughed and told me that she worked with living orga...organizations I think." Kirsty squinted her eyes in an attempt at remembering what her mom does.

John couldn't help but laugh a little. "You mean Biologist?"

"Oh, yeah that's what she told me!" Kirsty smiled remembering her mother's occupation. "And James is a doctor of some sort."

"Can we come to your house sometime? I believe that'll give us more clue to this mysterious disappearance." Sherlock stood up and paced around the room.

"Um, how about tomorrow? Mommy's going on a date with James from 6 to 9. I'll tell her that you guys will babysit me." Kirsty got up from her chair and started for the door. "I told mommy that I wouldn't be away long so if I don't go back now she'll be very angry with me. Bye!"

With that she put on her shoes and left closing the door gently behind her.

"At least someone knows how to close the door." John muttered as he got up from the couch.

"You'll come tomorrow, right?" Sherlock breathed so lightly that John almost didn't hear his request.

"I, I'll try to. But there is still homework and everything..." John halted seeing Sherlock's eyes.

"Please."

"Yes, I'll come. But I'm going to bring my homework." John sighed slightly.

"Fantastic! Now, it's already five thirty so I won't keep you any longer. Tomorrow will be a big day."

John didn't wake up feeling ready for the "big day" ahead. He felt that today, his bed had become even more alluring than usual. After a gruelling battle with his blanket, he was forced to wait for Harry just because she felt the desperate need to get her hair on fleek. Which, to be honest, looked fine the way it was. So, just like this, they witnessed the tragedy of watching their bus roll farther and farther away before their very eyes.

"Oh great Harry, now you have to drive us to school." John groaned breathlessly crossing his arms.

"Be thankful that I can drive." Harry rolled her eyes as they started trudging back to their home to get to school which would sound weird in any other context.

They clambered into what John called the "monster truck" as Harry started the engine. With a splutter the monster awoke with fumes coming out of... well... everywhere as if announcing its awakening. John looked around uneasily, there was a reason he called this tiny, rickety, ancient relic of a car the monster truck...

"Alright, hold on now cos we've only fifteen minutes until class starts and I have an important test that I don't want to miss." Harry stepped on the gas as her "tamed" beast lurched into action sending John into a screaming fit. But Harry seemed to be encouraged by his screams because the next thing he knew, they were speeding down the road breaking the speed limit with horns honking all around them and Harry screaming "Pardon me." "So sorry." While barely missing some other car.

"Harry, I don't think they can HEAR YOU!!!" John screamed as Harry swerved right missing a bold pigeon by a dozen centimeters.

"It's fine, as long as I don't bump into anyone and drive fast enough to not get a ticket, I'll be fine." Harry laughed taking a glance at the clock on the dashboard. "We should be right on time if I continue like this."

"How the hell did you even get your license?? Your instructor must be a drunk." John rolled his eyes as they continued to speed down the road to Sherrinford at break neck speed.

It was a miracle they made it to school in one piece but the bigger miracle was the fact that Harry didn't receive a single ticket. To paraphrase a quote from Tintin, "There must be a God that watches over all drunks." But "ruthless drivers" instead of "drunks".

John reported to the office for being late and immediately rushed to science where he was greeted by an annoyed sigh from Ms. Hooper and stares from the entire class.

Best way to start off your day, attain unwanted attention...

John thought sarcastically to himself as he hurried to his desk to participate in the fun filled activity of learning the water cycle again for the millionth time.

It wasn't until the last period that John remembered that Sherlock had been suspended for two weeks and that they ere going to "babysit" Kirsty to try to find a rabbit kidnapper.

As stupid as that sounded, John actually sort of looked forward to this evening. It would finally break his monotonous existence...

A little girl who could only be Sherlock's little sister was the one to open the door for John when he rang the doorbell of the Holmes' household.

"Hello, Sherlock's upstairs waiting for you but I can call him downstairs if you want." Eurus spoke lightly as her misty grey eyes scanned John thoroughly. "Don't bother asking me anything, and no brother hasn't told me anything but me and big brother don't have acquaintances so you can only be for him. Childishly simple really."

John couldn't help but stare at the girl, obviously, the queerness was in their genes. "You're Eurus, right? Sherlock's mentioned you, I'm John by the way, John Watson."

"Come in then, mummy wouldn't be happy if she knew that I had left a guest on the doorstep for so long." Eurus spoke again in her mysteriously silent way as she allowed John entrance. When she closed the door after John came in, she disappeared upstairs.

He followed suit locating Sherlock's room by memory and entering before symbolically knocking a few times on the door.

"John, there's no one in there."

John jumped at the familiar tenor voice behind him. "Sherlock! Eurus told me--"

"Oh, don't mind her she's got a queer sense of humour..." Sherlock rolled his eyes remembering Eurus's smile as he went up the stairs before holding a plate of muffins. "Do you want one?"

John's eyes glowed at the plump, perfectly tanned muffins which emitted an intoxicating aroma. "Wow thanks..." John's eyes widened in surprise as he felt the warmth of the muffins. Did Sherlock--

"Yes, I baked these, chemistry in the most delicious form as my brother puts it. But I usually just tidy up my mind palace when I bake." Holding the plate in one hand, he went past John and opened the door letting John in before closing it behind him.

"You can definitely become a baker if you wanted to, these muffins are great!" John complimented as he finished the last bite of his apple crumble muffin.

"How dull, I only bake because my brother tells me to clean out my palace once every month. If I had to make a living from that I'd be bored to death." Sherlock rolled his eyes in response. "I thought you had homework?"

"Right, it's five fifteen right now, I should be done before we leave to look after Kirsty." John plopped down by the table and started working with Sherlock on his phone again madly tapping away at something.

The companionable silence was broken by John stretching after finishing his math and history homework which was just leftover work from class.

"John, grab your coat we're leaving." Sherlock stood up throwing John his jacket and grabbing his own before opening the door and stood there waiting. "Come on, we don't have all day."

"Do I just leave my stuff here?" John asked but already putting on his jacket.

"I don't see why not; we're coming back later." Sherlock shrugged starting to walk down the stairs joined by John at his side.

"But for now, the game's afoot John!"