Sorry I haven't updated in almost a year. And I'm sorry this is short but I really wanted to put something up. Please review even if you hate it then can change it or even if you have an idea you think would be good. I may not follow the shows story line. Also understand I love the Holmes brothers my character is just pissed at them.

...#sherlocklives

How the hell is this happening? He's bloody dead. As dead as the Roman Empire, for god sake. This can't be true, it just can't be. My Sherlock is dead and has been for two years! I have to get out of here. I need to know the truth. I need proof.

"Mr Michael. I need to go home, Bubby very sick." I yelled to my boss.

"Already, hope the little one felts better soon."

I grabbed my bag and ran out the shop door. I kept running and running until my legs ached. When I finally stopped I was in front of lovely old houses. The reason why I loved London so much.

I felt like I had seen the door before. Then it hit me, It was his door, the door famous black door with the gold numbers '221'. I never thought a door could piss me off so much. I wanted to find proof and this is the only way I'm going to get it.

I take a deep breath and started making my way up the steps. When I got to the top I just froze. My heart was pounding, my hands were clammy and all I could think about was those eyes. Those beautiful eyes I fall in love with but they brook my heart as well. Before I could do anything that I would regret I heard a familiar voice for behind me, "Mycroft."

"Miss Griffin its been a long time."

"Yes it has but you know why that is."

"Yes my dear I do. Now why are you here?" I pasted him my phone. He looked at it for half a second before handing it back to me. "I know that part my dear but why?"

"I... I just want to talk to him. I want to know why Mycroft. I still care about him."

"Caring is not an advantage my dear. My brother did what he had to do to protect the people he loved and for him self. I remember he did something similar in order to protect you my dear."

My heart broken and this man is talking to me like you would a child. I slapped that emotionless ass's face of his. And started to walk away but the idiot followed me.

"How in hell is that similar to what he did to me! Don't you dare tell me complete bull! He didn't protect me at all he hurt me more than anything! And how is caring not an advantage. You Holmes are all the same you know that. Your all so emotionless like bloody robots. And your going to end up a lone."

At that point he stopped following me. Thank god because I couldn't stand to look at him anymore. I left Baker street as fast as I could. I shouldn't have come here in the first place. I should have just stayed at work and get on with my life. I didn't need anymore of my heart broken.