It was a regular day at the address 221B Baker Street. The doctor John Watson was putting the milk in the fridge, Mrs. Hudson was cleaning the stairs and Sherlock was paying attention to the television, but kept correcting the weather lady.
John sat down in his usual chair and took the newspaper, while Sherlock turned the television off. He walked annoyed to his desk at the other side of the living room, took his laptop and walked back to the sofa. Sherlock was in a bad mood, apparently. I'm sure that's because Lestrade didn't have a case for them, for almost three days, John thought. He liked it, finally a few days no working. The doorbell rang, and five seconds later the duo heard that the door was being opened by Mrs. Hudson.
'Good afternoon, my name is Emily.' Her voice sounded like she was fifteen, John thought.
'Hello, dear.' Hudson said.
'Is doctor Watson there?'
John frowned. He looked at Sherlock, but he didn't have a clue who that was either.
'Yes, upstairs.' answered Hudson. John put the newspaper down.
A blonde girl walked into the living room. She had blue eyes, dark blue glasses, a black t-shirt with a grey vest on it, black jeans and black Converse sneakers. Emily also had a big bag in her hand. She had a smile on her face.
'Are you doctor Watson?' Emily asked, looking at John.
'The only one.' he answered.
'I'm the daughter of Harriet, so your niece.' she said.
'She has a daughter?' John asked.
'Yes, she told me she didn't tell you about me. I don't know why.'
'Not to be rude, but ehm...' He paused a bit. 'Why are you here?'
'My mom had to go somewhere for a week, and she told me I could stay with you.'
John had a surprised look on his face. Why would a 'niece' suddenly come to him? It didn't look believable, but something on Emily was very trustful. She did look a lot like Harry. When she didn't get a answer of both of the men, she sighed. Emily grabbed in her bag, took her ID and threw it to John. He looked at it. Emily Katherine Watson. Born: April 20th, 1998. She was fourteen.
'Mrs Hudson?' Sherlock asked behind his laptop. The landlady came from the kitchen.
'Yes?'
'Please put Emily's bag in the cellar, there is another room there.'
'Thank you, Mr. Holmes.' Emily said.
John looked amazed at Sherlock. Why on earth would he let Emily stay here? They didn't know a thing about her.
As Emily walked with Mrs. Hudson to the cellar, John turned to Sherlock with a questioning look on his face.
'We're being friendly, John.' was the answer to the unasked question.
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