yea, I know, starting another one...I just start them but have trouble finishing them... Set after Carl's shoes were found, but some where imaginary in The Blind Banker... its more spread out then the bombings happening one afer another.
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She walked up the stairs after the older woman who was no wher land lady, carrying just a small bag of groceries, she'd get more food tomorrow, but she needed milk for the morning tea. She heard a commotion upstairs, shouting and things being moved around and by judging from Mrs. Hudson's stare it was her fellow flat mates.
"Sherlock." Mrs. Hudson called out, walkign through the open door. "I have someone I want you to meet."
"What is it Mrs. Hudson, cant you see I'm busy? Anderson stop touching my things!" He shouted, throwing a book at another man she couldn't see through the doorway.
"Sherlock, this is Hermione, she just moved into the room downstairs." Mrs. Hudson, pointing to the young woman behind her.
"The room downstairs where we found the dead boys shoes?" Asked Lastrade, turning towards Sherlock who wasn't paying attention.
"Lovely." Hermione muttered, shaking John's hand as he introduced himself.
"Dr. John Watson, live upstairs, fore warning we make a lot of noise." He smiled, regretting the way that sounded.
"Do you get pretend drug busts here all the time or is this a Sunday night thing?" She smiled.
"How do you know it's pretend?" Sherlock glanced at John, not even bothering to look at her.
"The fumes, though chemicals doesn't reek of a odor used for drug making, also if the two of you did whip up drugs here, your bodies would show it." Hermione shrugged, looking around.
"Oh look, another freak." Hermione rolled her eyes at the black woman speaking behind her.
"Has he told you yet that he's leaving you to go back to his wife?" Hermione asked turning around. "Judging by your gate, you're about two months along, no ring so you're not married, but the necklace and bracelet says lover. Not befriend because it's two expensive, a real diamond drop in that necklace, recently new. Probably him and his wife are working it out, and he doesn't know how to tell you yet. But you knew it was coming, so you poke holes in all of his condoms, stop taking your birth control. Figured he'd leave his wife four you." Hermione stated, eyebrow raised, seeing the pasty faced man near her pale even more. "I bet he's the daddy?" Hermione pointed, walking towards the kitchen to put her milk away. "Tip for you love, they only leave their wives in movies and trashy romance novels." Hermione smirked.
Hermione turned to face her. "My mother told me if I had noting nice to say, keep my mouth shut. I didn't listen, and apparently neither did you. But what's nice about the truth anyway?" Hermione asked, walking back into the living room.
"How is your mother dear? I haven't seen your parents in so long." Mrs. Hudson smiled looking at John and Sherlock as they stood in shock. "Hermione and her parents use to live here when she was really young, dentists they were, nice people."
"They were brutally murdered when I was seventeen." Hermione stated, kissing Mrs. Hudson's cheek. " I have to get back to work, but I'll be by later tomorrow to finish moving in."
"Where do you work?" John asked.
Hermione smiled "Book store corner of South Maple and Main street." She waved to them before bounding down the stairs.
"I like her." Lastrade smiled. "The two of you could use a young woman to keep the both of you grounded."
"You're pregnant!" Anderson finally snapped.
"Oh shut up Anderson, just be lucky someone wants to sleep with you at all." Sherlock stated, rolling his eyes as he tried to get his thoughts back on this case. But he was deeply impressed by the young woman, he could tell the John was instantly attracted to her.
