"Jane, run!"
I gripped onto the top of the fence and pulled myself over it, managing to narrowly escape the grasp of the butcher's dog who was snapping at me from below. As I slid down the other side Sherlock disappeared round the corner and I followed. We ran down a couple more blocks and stopped to hail a cab back to 221b.
"Sherlock…I thought you said the butcher was friendly"
"Well I thought he was" replied Sherlock
"Yes and that's why he set his dog n us at the mention of Melanie's murder?"
Sherlock stared out the window absently and I realised he hadn't even been listening. The cab pulled up outside 221b Baker Street, The three room apartment that Sherlock and I lived in. The apartment was owned by one Miss Hudson who also ran the small shop just below our lounge. Miss Hudson met us at the door.
"So how your outing?" she asked
"Good Miss Hudson, I believe I may have solved the case!" replied Sherlock
"Jane, call Lestrade!" he ordered
I pulled out my cell phone and texted him
Case solved, get here now –JW
Lestrade replied
Busy, I'll come by later –GL
I sighed "he says he'll come by later Sherlock"
"WHAT? But I just solved the case! He can't come by later! He'll miss my big speech!"
"Well tell him that yourself you've got a phone"
Sherlock sighed, short black curls seeming to instantly deflate in the knowledge that Lestrade would not be around to witness his brilliance.
When Lestrade eventually did arrive I tried my best to keep Sherlock under control. Sherlock has a habit of accidentally insulting people but I guess that's what you do when you're a high functioning sociopath. Lestrade didn't seem to notice that I'd dressed up for him but Sherlock did.
"Jo, is that a new skirt you're wearing?"
"Yes it is"
"Hmm looks a bit fancy…You wouldn't be wearing that especially for Lestrade would you?" Sherlock smiled at me like a cat about to pounce on its prey.
"N-N-No o-o-of course n-not" I stuttered in reply. Luckily at that moment Miss Hudson came in with tea and I took the opportunity to run off to the bathroom.
After Lestrade had left and the case was closed, I stood washing the dinner dishes in our kitchen as Sherlock sat and played his violin. I went to go and put the plates in the cupboard but alas there was yet another one of Sherlock's experiments sitting on the shelf, it appeared to be a jar of salt with a human hand resting in it. I screamed, dropping the plates with an almighty crash and sending Sherlock leaping off the couch to see what was wrong.
"WHAT? WHAT'S WONG?"
"WHAT'S WRONG? THERE'S A HUMAN HAND IN THE CUPBOARD!" I yelled
"Oh…is that all?" he asked
I stalked past him and up stairs to my room.
"Get Rid of it now Sherlock!" I yelled down at him as I slammed my bedroom door closed behind me.
When I got up in the morning the house was empty and the hand had disappeared. The broken plates had also been swept up and replaced and a pot of tea sat on the table next to Miss Hudson's signature biscuits. I smiled, today looked a lot brighter. Sherlock was probably with Lestrade winding up the Melanie case and aggravating Anderson. I sat down on the couch and picked up Sherlock's violin. I was just about to begin playing it when a tall thin man walked into the room in a well-tailored suit carrying a black umbrella which seemed unusual as it was a beautiful sunny day.
"Oh, Hello there…Sherlock didn't tell me he had a girlfriend!" the strangers voice made me feel as if I was something that he had just found on the bottom of his shoe.
"I am NOT his girlfriend, I'm his flatmate and you are?"
"Me? Well I'm Sherlock's brother; I'm surprised he hasn't mentioned me. My names Mycroft and I'm here to take Sherlock home."