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London was having one of its typical winter days. A thin blanket of snow covered everything and lights strung along windows and street lamps. John decides to strike up a small conversation between the two of you "Do you like Christmas any?" A sudden look of disgust (A/N: Sorry if you like Christmas ;3; .) reaches your face "I, much like Mycroft, can't stand it." You look around the bustling streets of London "Although, I do enjoy the snow. It holds some of natures finest and purest beauties." John looked to you then back at the sidewalk. "You... look so much like Mycroft." He stated. You limp along in silence. Things grow awkward as you both walk further from the flat "We should visit Mycroft now that I think of it." You say out loud. "Wouldn't he be too busy for you to see him so suddenly?" You shook your head "He always makes time for me. I hate to admit it though, it makes me sound kind of like a dick." You laugh while rubbing the back of your neck shyly. Your phone vibrates in your pocket and so does John's in his. You both check your phones curiously 'We've got a case, are you up for it? -SH' "You get the same thing?" John nods "Looks like we've finally got something to do.". 'Oh god yes. -(F/I)H' You reply.
You both return to the flat and just in time. Sherlock was already jumping into a cab. "So! What's the case?" You hop into the cab behind Sherlock with John following. "We've been called in by Lestrade to look at a supposed murder." Your eyes light up "A murder?! Oh it is so good to be back." The cab sets off, not too far from the flat.
You arrive at a house with people standing outside. Mostly officers and such. Lestrade comes rushing towards the three of you "Oh, wait wait wait, who have you brought this time, Sherlock?" He almost has to look up at you because of your height which does run in the family. "She is my sister, she should be able to do just as much as I in the crime scene." Lestrade corrects himself and holds his hand out "I apologize, I'm DI Lestrade." You shake his hand with a small smile "My name is (F/N) (M/N) Holmes." He smiles and motions to the house "Let me show you the scene." You notice the room mate of the dead man was also accompanying you four.
You follow him with Sherlock and John inside the house, which wasn't too big, and were lead to a bathroom which was initially locked. A man sat in his bathtub, candles surrounding him that were burnt out, multiple wet towels nearby, and some tape scraps left on the door. 36 seconds exact pass before you and Sherlock look to each other and smirk. "Your flatmate likes long baths. As does John. So he goes and has a bath and lights all his candles. It's a small bathroom with no ventilation. Wet towels are taped around the door frame from the outside - there's a tiny bit of tape still here. The flames from the candles use up all the air and he slowly suffocates. Just like falling asleep. The wet towels are removed and the murderer contacts the police because he thinks he's cleverer than Sherlock," At this time you say Sherlock but Sherlock says "me," but you both continue. "And wants to show off a bit. Which I can understand. I like showing off. Who doesn't?" You and Sherlock both end up saying these exact words at the exact same time. "How the bloody Hell...?" Lestrade and John both look absolutely amazed. "How did you two do that?!" John blurts out "That was bloody amazing!" You laugh and thank him while Sherlock is fairly straight faced aside from a smirk. Lestrade speaks up "So our killer is right here?" He points too Scott Bevan, the room mate of the man now dead in the tub. "Absolutely." You nod.
You were all lead outside and Bevan was shoved into the back of a police car. Lestrade thanks you both and sends you all on your way. "Did I even need to go with you two?" You look to John and laugh "No, I suppose not." You holler at a cab approaching and you all ride it home.
In the flat you begin a conversation with John, asking him about how he had met Sherlock. The story was quite funny "almost romantic." You said. This of course agitates him a bit which you found adorable. You learned much about him, of course just looking at him gave you a lot, but it was nice talking to him. He was so very kind and being around him lulled you into a sense of security. That's when a moment of silence found its way into your conversation. John luckily broke it by asking you a question. "You wouldn't happen to be free this Saturday, would you?" At the moment you were absolutely flustered and Sherlock had shot up from his spot on the couch. "Actually, I am." You smile, blushing very brightly.

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London was having one of its typical winter days. A thin blanket of snow covered everything and lights strung along windows and street lamps. John decides to strike up a small conversation between the two of you "Do you like Christmas any?" A sudden look of disgust (A/N: Sorry if you like Christmas ;3; .) reaches your face "I, much like Mycroft, can't stand it." You look around the bustling streets of London "Although, I do enjoy the snow. It holds some of natures finest and purest beauties." John looked to you then back at the sidewalk. "You... look so much like Mycroft." He stated. You limp along in silence. Things grow awkward as you both walk further from the flat "We should visit Mycroft now that I think of it." You say out loud. "Wouldn't he be too busy for you to see him so suddenly?" You shook your head "He always makes time for me. I hate to admit it though, it makes me sound kind of like a dick." You laugh while rubbing the back of your neck shyly. Your phone vibrates in your pocket and so does John's in his. You both check your phones curiously 'We've got a case, are you up for it? -SH' "You get the same thing?" John nods "Looks like we've finally got something to do.". 'Oh god yes. -(F/I)H' You reply.
You both return to the flat and just in time. Sherlock was already jumping into a cab. "So! What's the case?" You hop into the cab behind Sherlock with John following. "We've been called in by Lestrade to look at a supposed murder." Your eyes light up "A murder?! Oh it is so good to be back." The cab sets off, not too far from the flat.
You arrive at a house with people standing outside. Mostly officers and such. Lestrade comes rushing towards the three of you "Oh, wait wait wait, who have you brought this time, Sherlock?" He almost has to look up at you because of your height which does run in the family. "She is my sister, she should be able to do just as much as I in the crime scene." Lestrade corrects himself and holds his hand out "I apologize, I'm DI Lestrade." You shake his hand with a small smile "My name is (F/N) (M/N) Holmes." He smiles and motions to the house "Let me show you the scene." You notice the room mate of the dead man was also accompanying you four.
You follow him with Sherlock and John inside the house, which wasn't too big, and were lead to a bathroom which was initially locked. A man sat in his bathtub, candles surrounding him that were burnt out, multiple wet towels nearby, and some tape scraps left on the door. 36 seconds exact pass before you and Sherlock look to each other and smirk. "Your flatmate likes long baths. As does John. So he goes and has a bath and lights all his candles. It's a small bathroom with no ventilation. Wet towels are taped around the door frame from the outside - there's a tiny bit of tape still here. The flames from the candles use up all the air and he slowly suffocates. Just like falling asleep. The wet towels are removed and the murderer contacts the police because he thinks he's cleverer than Sherlock," At this time you say Sherlock but Sherlock says "me," but you both continue. "And wants to show off a bit. Which I can understand. I like showing off. Who doesn't?" You and Sherlock both end up saying these exact words at the exact same time. "How the bloody Hell...?" Lestrade and John both look absolutely amazed. "How did you two do that?!" John blurts out "That was bloody amazing!" You laugh and thank him while Sherlock is fairly straight faced aside from a smirk. Lestrade speaks up "So our killer is right here?" He points too Scott Bevan, the room mate of the man now dead in the tub. "Absolutely." You nod.
You were all lead outside and Bevan was shoved into the back of a police car. Lestrade thanks you both and sends you all on your way. "Did I even need to go with you two?" You look to John and laugh "No, I suppose not." You holler at a cab approaching and you all ride it home.
In the flat you begin a conversation with John, asking him about how he had met Sherlock. The story was quite funny "almost romantic." You said. This of course agitates him a bit which you found adorable. You learned much about him, of course just looking at him gave you a lot, but it was nice talking to him. He was so very kind and being around him lulled you into a sense of security. That's when a moment of silence found its way into your conversation. John luckily broke it by asking you a question. "You wouldn't happen to be free this Saturday, would you?" At the moment you were absolutely flustered and Sherlock had shot up from his spot on the couch. "Actually, I am." You smile, blushing very brightly.