"Now sit down and shut up!" John said, making me look up from my work for a second. I noted him, and the women he brought in.

Dark blue eyes, dirty blond hair, lengthy limbs, medium nose with a slight indent at the bridge-Sister.

Dressed in men's clothing, various charms on silver necklace, knuckles a bit large and scarred- tomboy- likes to get into fights.

Skin tanned, hair long and brighter then roots- On vacation.

Red shirt attached to a thermal black long sleeved shirt (not use to the cold), odd deigns, skinny but not too skinny black jeans, padded sneakers- America

Vacant eyes, pupils dilated, amusement etched onto face-drugged.

I looked back into the microscope, smiling slightly. "Uh, right then. Holmes-"

"Why?" I asked, not looking from my work, trying to change the chemical blue.

"Sorry, what?" I looked up at him with a blank look, making him sigh and walk up to me. "She has no where else to go."

"That isn't my problem, no is it?" I jeered, looking back into the microscope as I carefully put aesthetic drops onto the liquid.

"No…."

"Then why?" I smiled once a blue color took over, finally looking up at Watson with a look of interest.

"She's my-"

"I know."

"How could you- never mind." He muttered darkly, making me smirk. "Look, she's just come back-"

"I know." he closed his eyes, telling me he was annoyed. "She just came back from the US, vacation most likely. This isn't the gay one, so you have withheld her from me. Why? Probably because she left the family a long time ago, running off at a young age. Which leaves me to my continuing question- why?" He sighed, glaring at me.

"She wasn't on vacation. She lived there."

"Right. Always something." I murmured to myself.

"She was a spy for the American Army, drafted at 15."

"Was?" I asked, brows coming together as Watson's jaw came together.

"She needs our help."

*Normal POV*

I sat in the living area of John's and Sherlock's flat. "So, what's the case then?" I blinked slowly, looking over to the man naked Sherlock Holmes, taking him in. He had sharp, angular features, with alert blue eyes, making him look like a eagle on the hunt. He wore a casual suit, and his black hair was not kept. Tall with a demanding presence, I could almost say he was attractive, say for the fact everything was moving in such a cool way…

"Someone blew up me house back in the stattes… Stats…. Sta-"

"We get it." Holmes cut it. I shrugged, laying down on the couch and looking up at the ceiling limply.

"Yeah, well, the device was planted hours before I came home from a three year mission. General told me to come back here until the heat dies down."

"Heat?"

"Yeah. The idiot reporters put me in the newspaper. My cover has been blown and now I have some enemies after me." I moved my head from side to side, liking how my body felt.

"Then what do you need me for?"

"Protection." John said for me.

"I'm no body guard." His voice said sharply, crossing his legs.

"No, but people know about you. Once they know she is here, there is no way anyone would even think about getting her!"

"No one could get to her without me knowing." I heard him muttered, seeing as how he was only a couple of feet from me.

"What was that?" John asked.

"Nothing. Fine. I'll take this for now. Where shall she sleep?" There was a pause as they both looked at each other.

"Couch." They both said, making me frown.

"Ouch. I see how it is." I sighed, holding my hand in the air with a smile.

"What is the matter with you?" John asked, but before I could say anything Holmes was standing at my side, grabbing onto my wrist.

"Uh-ohhhh." I muttered as he raised an eyebrow down at me, blue eyes shining.

"Smoking patches?" I shook my head with a smile. He pulled down my sleeve and John groaned whilst Holmes smirked. "Lidooaime patches. Clever." He murmured, dropping my arm as he walked off, hands behind his back. John walked over and pulled down the other sleeve.

"Four of them? Are you trying to kill yourself?" I shrugged, looking away.

"Six." Holmes said, and we both looked over to him. He turned with a smile. "One on each leg." I blinked as John glared at me. "Am I right?" he raised his brows, looking at me expectantly.

"Yup."

"Ohh, I'm good!" He said, shaking his head and grabbing his coat.

"Where are you going?" Watson said as he made me sit up, and began to peel the patches off.

"To tell Lestrade I solved the case of course!" With that he flew out, leaving me to stare at my brother, who merely sighed.

"He does that."