It was 7:00 am and my phone rang. I picked it up. It was Mycroft.

"Keyland? Are you alone?" Mycroft asked worriedly.

"Yeah why?" I said starting to panic.

"You may want to sit down." Myc says.

I sat down quickly.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Richard Brooke doesn't exist."

"I'm sorry what?"

"He isn't in any recorded database." Myc clarified.

"He must have erased himself..." I say.

"Yes that would be the only logical explanation." Myc agreed.

"So what happens now?" I ask.

"Andrea will talk to you about the details. But after Christmas we will be putting you under protection." Mycroft says sadly.

"Oh." I say surprised that he is showing any emotion.

"And it's probably best if you tell Sherlock." He says

"What do I say?"

"Tell him you are going to find your birth father." Myc says.

"I don't want to lie." I gasp.

"You will only be partly lying. I found him, he is in Ireland." Mycroft says.

"My birth father?" I ask in disbelief.

"Merry Christmas." Click.

I walked out of my room and into the living room. Sherlock was playing the violin it looked like he was composing. (Wedding waltz for John and Mary.)

He stopped when I walked in and the floor creaked.

"Keyland?" He asks quickly putting away his violin.

"Yeah its me. Can we talk?" I ask sadly.

"Sure. Whats wrong?" Sherlock asks, his eyes shining with concern.

"I have to go." I state.

"Go? Go where?" Sherlock sputters, sitting down beside me.

"I have to find my family." I say.

"Your family??? Keyland what are you talking about?"

"Mycroft found my birth father. I want to meet him." I say. There is an awkward silence.

"Where is he?" Sherlock says softly.

"Ireland." I say.

"No."

"Sorry?" I say.

"No you can't leave." Sherlock says forcefully.

"I wasn't asking for permission." I sass.

"Then I'm coming with you." Sherlock states.

"Sherlock you have your work." I say.

"I'm sure there is just as many criminals in Ireland." He says.

"Sherlock this is something I have to do on my own." I say firmly.

"I see. Did I do something to offend you?" He says sadly.

"No of course not Sherlock!" I gasp.

"And there is no way I could make you stay?" Sherlock says with a pondering look on his face.

"No I'm sorry. I'm leaving after Christmas." I say.

"I see." Said Sherlock as he walked out the door.

"Sherlock!" I yell after him.

But he had already gone.