Georgie and I were talking. We were talking about our boyfriends, whom we had been going on about for months, however never revealing the identity of our partners.
"My boyfriend is called Jim." Georgie said.
"Oh, Mine's called Sherlock." I replied
"Wait, Sherlock Holmes?"
"Yeah!" I replied
"Oh, dear lord" George said with a sigh
"What?" I asked curiously
"Does the name Moriarty ring any bells?"
"Um, yeah. Sherlock's worst enemy. Why?"
"My boyfriend is James Moriarty."
"Bugger." I said. I couldn't believe it. Obviously I was happy for them, but Sherlock would go mental.
"Sherlock's going to go berserk!"
"So's Jim."
"Unless we don't tell them. You can come over and see us. If Sherlock asks you whether you're single, say yes."
"You're forgetting that Sherlock can Deduce."
"Oh, Yeah. That." I sighed. We'd have to tell them, but we didn't know how...
I heard a knock at the door, I walked down the stairs as quickly as I could without running. I knew that it would be Georgie. "Hi!" I said as I opened the door.
"Who is it?" Sherlock asked from upstairs.
"My friend Georgie, You've never met her."
"Oh, Ok." Georgie and I walked upstairs and sat down on the sofa. I specifically chose the sofa so She wouldn't see the bullet holes in the wall from when Sherlock got bored one evening.
"Tea?" Sherlock asked from the kitchen.
"Please. White, 2 sugars." Georgie asked
"Certainly." Sherlock said. "Hannah, Tea?"
"Why would I say no?" I said with a large grin on my face.
"I have no Idea, dear." Sherlock said, laughing. As Sherlock walked off, I quickly leaned closer to Georgie's ear.
"Have you told Jim?" I whispered
"Not yet" I mouthed.
"White no sugar, Hannah?" Sherlock yelled from the kitchen.
"Same as always!" I yelled back. Georgie started to laugh.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing." She replied "Have you told Sherlock?" She said dropping her voice to a whisper.
"No." I said, matching her tone. "Shall we?"
"Why not. Better now than later, eh?" She said, her voice ever so slightly louder. I slapped her arm and called
"Sherlock?"
""Hannah?"
"Can we maybe tell you something that you might not like?"
"Yes." Sherlock said, looking at me with some fear in his ocean blue eyes.
"georgie'sgoingoutwithMoriarty" I blurted, sighing once I'd finished the bad news.
"What?" Georgie bit her lip nervously
"Georgie's going out with Moriarty."
"I already figured that out, and I hope you two are happy together." Sherlock smiled. Georgie and I exchanged looks, dumbfounded.
"So, You're not going to murder her?" I asked.
"No, of course not." We sighed with relief. Sherlock sat down in his armchair and sipped his tea. Before anyone else could say anything, Mrs Hudson opened the door.
"Oh, am I interrupting something?"
"Certainly not, especially as you've brought cake." Sherlock smiled and stood up. He followed Mrs Hudson into the kitchen and took the bread knife from the drawer. He cut the fruit cake and gave us both a slice. John walked through the door and said "Hi. I'm John."
"She's taken" I said. I could tell that John was going to flirt with her.
"Who's the lucky lad?" John asked, he was visibly more depressed.
"Jim Moriarty." Georgie said quietly.
"oh, Ok." John said quietly. He promptly left for his bedroom. Sherlock scowled, but soon smiled again and sat down next to me. Mrs Hudson went to give John some coffee. I cuddled into Sherlock's chest and then said "So, What's Jim like to live with?"
"He's lovely, most of the time. When he gets angry, he's Hell." Georgie said. I could see that She was becoming more and more comfortable around Sherlock and I. We talked alot, and only stopped when there was a loud knock on the door. Georgie and I listened to Sherlock as he opened the door.
"Hello, Mr Holmes."
"Moriarty."
Yep, Moriarty had turned up on our doorstep. Sherlock brought him up to the flat. He went mental.
"Georgie, What the Hell are you doing here?" Jim asked, He wasn't angry yet.
"Hannah's my friend. We've been friends since Childhood."
"What's She doing with Holmes?"
"They're going out. Didn't you know?"
"NO! I DIDN'T!" Jim shouted. He was getting angrier and angrier by the second. Georgie and I escaped to the Mrs Hudson's while they argued.
"What were those holes in the wall?" Georgie asked. She was obviously trying to distract herself from the shouting upstairs.
"Oh, Sherlock got bored one evening. You should have seen Mrs Hudson's face!"
"I was furious." Mrs Hudson said, She sat down with us at the table. "I shouted at Sherlock. I said 'What have you done to my bloody wall!'" Georgie laughed. She didn't imagine Mrs Hudson to be the swearing type, but lo and behold. She was. Sherlock and John were obviously a lot worse, but Mrs Hudson slipped the odd one out. Sherlock walked into the kitchen.
"Georgie." He started. "Jim says you're not allowed home tonight. He's furious that you didn't tell him. You can stay with us until he lets you back." Georgie smiled weakly. I put my arm around her and said "You can sleep on the sofa, as we don't have a spare room." We walked back up to our flat and sat down on the sofa once more. There was a Sherlock shaped dent in the wall. I grabbed the gun from the mantelpiece and told Sherlock and Georgie to move. I stood opposite the wall and shot the wall. I wrote the letter S for Sherlock and H for Hannah. John came running down the stairs to see what was going on. Mrs Turner next door knocked on the door complaining about the new holes in her wall. We apologised, and she left quickly. We all sat down again, minus John. Georgie was still quite shaken by the gunshots. We calmed her down with some tea.
"You shouldn't go back to Jim for at least a week." Sherlock said.
"Really? A week? not that I want to get rid of you, Georgie, but is a week a bit extreme?"
"She needs to stay away from him for a decent length of time, Darling. She's quite shaken up by Jim and your gunshots." Sherlock looked at the clock. 7pm.
"Georgie, Sherlock and I are going out for dinner tonight, I've talked to Mrs Hudson and she says you can eat with her. It's our second anniversary, you see."
"Have a nice time, I'll go and see Mrs Hudson." Georgie said as she got up off the sofa. She walked down the stairs and went into Mrs Hudson's flat. I went to get changed while Sherlock informed John that we were going out for the evening and that Georgie was staying with us for a while. I walked back into the living room and grabbed Sherlock's arm. We were going for dinner at the Ritz, so we were very poshed up.
We had been sitting down for a while, and I could see Sherlock fiddling with something in his pocket. I had the door key, so It wasn't that. Sherlock smiled and started to talk.