"Mum!" Elizabeth yelled as she walked into 221 B and she saw her mother sat on the sofa and Scarlett looked at the clock, raising a brow whilst Elizabeth threw her things down onto the coffee table and Scarlett's eyes went wide.

"And what is the yelling and slamming for?"

"He was there!" she shouted. "He was sat there and he was spying on me!"

"Who?"

"Who do you think?"

"Oh," Scarlett simply said. "He found out."

"How did he find out?" Lizzie wondered, moving around the flat and jumping over the mess her father had been making due to his experiment which no one was to move. "I didn't want to tell him until Michael had asked me out properly..."

"I kind of...I said I knew why you were acting weird," Scarlett shrugged. "But I bet him that he wouldn't be able to find anything out but it seems that didn't work out."

"Why did you bet him? You knew he had no case and would do anything to find out...I can't believe he would spy on me."

"You shouldn't really have kept this from him Lizzie," Scarlett muttered. "He is your father."

"He is also a sociopath who would want to rip Michael to shreds." Lizzie replied as the door slammed shut and Sherlock walked up, hanging his coat up whilst Scarlett flicked through the paperwork she had brought home.

"You could at least have said hello to John and I." Sherlock instructed his daughter and her eyes went wide and she shook her head.

"Are you serious? You were spying on me!"

"I was just in the same place as you," Sherlock lied.

"You don't eat fast food!" Lizzie snapped back. "I know you were following me by the awkward look on Uncle John's face!"

"John would give the game away," Scarlett nodded and Sherlock glared at her.

"Well I wanted to know why you were acting odd."

"You could have asked me first."

"I would not have received a straight answer...anyway...who is the boy you were with? He looks awfully pompous-"

"-Michael is not pompous!" Lizzie hissed back. "He is just a little opinionated."

"I can tell by the way he wouldn't shut up. He must be in your law class."

"You are ridiculous," Lizzie snapped. "Why do you think I didn't want to tell you anything until we decided to go out? I knew you'd be like this!"

"And are you dating?" Sherlock asked her and Lizzie shrugged quickly.

"I don't know."

"Does he want to date you?"

"I don't know."

"If he does then I would like to meet him."

"No," Scarlett said quickly and she stood up. "I put my foot down on this."

"Why?" Sherlock wondered.

"You would give the boy a heart attack! You would deduce things about him and think it would be normal to do so!"

"Would it not be normal?" Sherlock genuinely asked with confusion in his voice.

"No," Lizzie replied. "I seriously don't want you to scare him off dad."

"I just want to know if he is good enough," Sherlock replied. "I am your father and you have a high standard because of that."

"If I bring him home then you have to promise there will be no interrogations and no experiments going on," Lizzie said sternly to her father.

"Would he object to eyeballs in the microwave?"

"What?" Scarlett snapped. "You had best be joking Sherlock Holmes!"

"I don't find it a laughing matter." Sherlock pursed his lips.

"Well if he doesn't object then I certainly do," Scarlett told her husband and he shook his head, wondering how he coped living with two women.