We arrived at the hotel. It was surrounded by the 'best and brightest' Scotland yard could provide.

Namely Greg Lestrade. Lestrade was a young buck then, he just had been made a DI. Suddenly the man himself walked up to me.

"DI Lestrade!" I greeted, removing myself from the car. Sherlock following me out.

"You know him. Hmm." Sherlock stated. I turn to him and respond.

"He is the one who questioned me after my parents died." Sherlock hums in response. Mycroft walks around from his side of the car.

"Hello Lestrade. Shall we continue this inside?" he suggests boredly.

"Uh. Yes lets." He says leading onward. Sherlock lifts the tape for me as we head in to the crime scene. I don't know what I was expecting but it wasn't this. I walk past the body and into my room. The bedding was torn from the bed, drawers were pulled out from the bureau, and my clothing was rifled through I'd never felt more afraid. Then I saw it.

"Sherlock?" I whispered. Crouching down to retrieve something paper from the ground near my bed.

"What did you find?" He answered walking out from the bathroom.

"This." I say staring at it. Sherlock crouched down beside me and picked up the paper with his gloved hand.

"These are viking runes." Sherlock said perplexed.

"Yes, and I know what it says." I marveled in a small voice. I turned to face him.

"What, how?" He exclaimed. Eyes searching my face.

"My father told me to learn. He never told me why though. I say drawing my perfectly arched brows together. Sherlock studied the note.

"Well this 'Viking' might be someone your father worked with. What does it say?" He wondered.

"It says 'Where is the box? tell me or you die.' And I know this too..." I said standing abruptly. Sherlock followed me over to the wall above the corpse. "This symbol is familiar. Give me your phone." I said extending my open palm to Sherlock. He hesitated. I responded by grabbing the phone out of his pocket. Sherlock gasped but I ignored him. Instead looking up three triangle symbol. I got what I was looking for just as Mycroft came up the stairs.

"The marking drawn in the agent's blood is a Valknut. An ancient Celtic symbol, of a warriors death in battle."

"Excellent job Keyland" Remarked Mycroft. I didn't respond, instead throwing Sherlock's phone back at him. He deftly caught it giving me a self satisfied smirk. I ignored him and turning to Mycroft asked "So where will i stay now?"

"Ah. I suppose you could stay at my parent's home. It may not look like much, but i have made sure that the security is impenetrable." then turning to Sherlock "How about it. Ready to have a baby sitter Brother mine?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"No" Mycroft and I say unanimously.

"I'll just grab a few things then?" I ask timidly.

"And I'll... finish up here."Mycroft says gesturing to the police. I grab my suitcase from under the bed, and start picking up my clothes. Sherlock sits down on the bed. He studies me intently with his eyes.

I'm about halfway finished packing when he remarks.

"The box?" his voice comes out too loudly in the quiet room. I jump.

"Pardon?"I ask once I've composed myself.

"The note mentions a box." Sherlock says hands clasped under his chin.

"Yes." I affirm as I go back to packing.

"I assume he means what was under your stairs."

"You also assume its a 'he'." I reply offhandedly.

"I do not assume Keyland, I deduced."

"Let me have a go?" he nods.

"When people write on a wall they write slightly above their eyes, which means this is a fairly tall person. Also someone would have to be remarkably strong to twist a persons ribs like that." I guessed.

"I was going to say, the footprints are rather large and far apart." he says.

"Which means they are likely men's shoes and the person has long legs."

"Precisely" he continues. "Also, the handwriting is very much a man's."

"Fascinating." I replied. Zipping up my case.

"Yes." He said standing suddenly. "You ready?"

"As I'll ever be." I whispered. He walked up to me putting his hands on my shoulders.

"Keyland look at me." I obliged. Gazing into his blue/green eyes. "I promise I wont let him get you. I will keep you safe. You have my word." his eyes were uncharacteristically soft. I reached forward and pulled him into a hug. He stiffened, then relaxed putting his arm around me.

"The car is here." Mycroft grimaced, appearing at the door and looking at our embrace.

I was the first to break away. "Thanks Mycroft." I Exclaimed rushing past the eldest Holmes brother. Mycroft shrugged at Sherlock and followed me down the stairs. Sherlock stood in the room a moment processing what had happened.

"Sherlock." Myc called.

"Right, yes lets." he said shaking his head.