Sherlock kept his eyes fixed on the barren, paved road. Bright, early morning sunlight streamed through the windshield, forcing the man to squint. Just for a moment, he glanced at his companion in the seat next to him. She was asleep. Her head was tilted back and her sunglasses were starting to slide down the bridge of her nose. She wore a blue sailor top with high-waist white and blue shorts and flip flops. Her hair was down in her signature braids. Lolita was absolutely still except for the slight rise and fall of her chest.

Sherlock averted his gaze back to the road. He had been driving for quite some time now and he wanted to find a place for him and Lo to stay. A few miles ahead was a flickering sign that read Bates Motel in blue neon lights. Holmes pulled up onto the gravel and dirt driveway and was met by a friendly looking woman. Sherlock got out of the car, folding his aviator sunglasses into the pocket of his white shirt. He knocked on Lolita's side of the window with the back of his hand, making her jolt awake. She hopped out of the car and yawned groggily.

"Is she your daughter?" the blonde haired woman asked Sherlock. He forced a smile and nodded.

"I have a son not too much older than her," she stated, ushering them into the small office of the motel. She ducked behind the check in counter, getting out a check-in book with plenty of blank sheets. Sherlock scribbled his name into a free slot, scanning the name above his. It had been at least 3 months since the last person had came by and stayed a night at the motel.

"Norman!" Mrs. Bates shouted. She turned to the parlor door. "Come and help the customers into their room!" The woman swiveled back to the couple with a weary smile.

A tall, lanky boy with tussled brown hair and a broom crept his way into the office. He looked shocked to see two customers here.

"H-Hello," he mumbled with a shy smile.

"Hiya," Dolores greeted, smacking on her bubblegum. Mrs. Bates passed Sherlock the room key.

"I'll help you into your room," Norman Bates said with a genuine smile.

"I'll manage," Sherlock said blatantly.

"Oh, I insist sir," Norman said with a nod. Sherlock tried not to roll his eyes as he passed him his key. Norman led the way to their cabin, unlocking the door.

"I'll get your bags," he stuttered quickly, making his way to the car. Lolita flopped onto the bed while Sherlock stood in the doorway. Norman came back, setting the suitcase next to the nightstand.

"I'm starving," Lolita groaned, taking off her glasses to rub the indent they made on her nose.

"Oh! There's a diner not to far from here. Its 5 miles up the road," the boy informed them.

Sherlock shook his head, rolling up his sleeves. He sat on the edge of the bed. Holmes then looked up, sending Norman an icy glare, waiting impatiently for him to leave.

"O-Or my mother can cook you some if you'd like," Norman mumbled from the door.

With an annoyed sigh, Sherlock got up and slammed the door in his face.

"I need sleep!" he shouted.

"Someone's crabby," Lolita muttered. Sherlock flopped down next to her.

She ran her fingers through his hair soothingly. "Just get some shut eye," Dolores said as she pulled a blanket over his body. He mumbled something in audible under his breath before drifting off into a well deserved slumber.