Ok, I love this story! Haha, this one I actually do! Modern Sherlock Holmes! Ok, it's not a slash, but it gets mentioned quite a bit! At the end they discuss it, but then it goes wrong! Funny! Ok, Harry comes to stay, then they go see Sherlocks family, and it snowballs as I'm sure you can believe!

Disclaimer: I'm never gonna have it :'(

It was just another normal day in 221b Baker Street, well, as normal as they go. John was typing up there last case on his blog, The adventure of the Engineer's Index Finger, when the phone rang. Sherlock leapt to his feet and grabbed the phone, leaving the sofa to try and regain its shape before he leaped upon it again.

"Sherlock Holmes." He said as he held it to his ear. John glanced over to notice it was his phone that rang, not Sherlock's. He got up to get the phone but Sherlock just turned around, refusing to hand the phone over.

"Sorry he's not in at the moment can I take a message? Yes ... That's no bother ... how about next Wednesday? ... Great ... I'll see you then! ... 3 o'clock maybe? ... Sure, Good bye now." He said as he placed the phone in John's waiting hand.

"Your sister is coming down for Christmas. You got the time and such I'm sure." He said as he plunked himself back down.

"Sarah is going up to Ireland to see her brother that day, I'm helping her get ready and take her to the air port! I won't be here!" He said as he slipped his phone into his pocket.

Sherlock shrugged nonchalantly as he curled back into his boredom ball. John huffed a little as he walked away to his room. If Harry was going to come over, he better tidy the place up...

The time had rushed by, and Sherlock being Sherlock, saw nothing wrong with the flat. He put his papers away into a box and put the worst of the experiments into the fridge, but that was it. Nothing on display that was bad (the skull had been super glued to the mantle place now by a very fed up Sherlock) and the place was dusted and hovered. Tidy. Sherlock sat in his armchair scrolling through John's blog as he waited for the latter to arrive.

He had gone earlier to send Sarah off, the night before in fact. Sherlock knew why he had gone earlier, and he was so gonna bring it up in front of Harry, but he sat peacefully for now. He heard the car pull up out front as he closed down his tab, closing the lid down. Johns heavy foot falls could be heard racing up the stairs as he placed the laptop to charge.

As John came rushing in, expecting to see some piece of furniture charcoaled or missing, he missed the fact that Sherlock was once again fiddling with his computer. He went straight to the kitchen as Sherlock placed his hands in his pockets, looking around himself as if searching for the same thing John was.

Certain that he hadn't messed up the flat in his absence, John turned to the smirking detective, ready to rattle off a list of things he is not allowed to do, mention or act upon whilst Harry was here, knowing that a head appearing in the freezer again was sure to make her ring some sort of legal department, when the buzzer rang. He shot a meaningful glare at Sherlock as he moved over to the intercom.

"Harry?"

"Hey! It's me, let me in!" She squealed down the line. John sighed as he pressed the button. He forgot how annoying she could be sometimes.

Sherlock turned around to face the door, a smug smirk plastered on his lips at John's obvious reluctance. Then Harry came bustling through the door.

Her hair was a sandy brown, shoulder length and sweeping behind the shoulder. She had a long fringe as well that joined with her hair. Her face was much like John's, but her eyes where a calm brown and a mixture of fun. She was quite short and was quite curved. Her clothes where simple, a pair of worn yet modern jeans, a long t-shirt, a bright crimson and some simple American style sneakers. She wore simple make up, natural and barely there, but it was the stuff you get free with magazines. Over all she was a very pretty woman, nice, but like the rest of the world, nothing different.

Sherlock, knowing that John was about to snap at him to, leant over the back of the sofa, retrieved one of her three bags (the woman was only staying two nights! Honestly!) to take to her room. She squealed and flung herself on John, who patted her back as he tried to step away.

"Oh John I haven't seen you in ages! How are you? Are you alright, I read your blog, is everything ok?" She asked as she stepped back to view her brother more.

"I'm fine, fine, everything's ok. This is Sherlock Holmes, my flat mate." He said as he waved at the disappearing figure that was Sherlock. A muffled hello could be heard as he went to dump her bags in her new room. As he came back out into the kitchen, he spotted a bottle of Rosé on the table. He knew John was keeping it away from his sister, so he hurried to put it in his room, knowing that the rent would be in danger if he allowed her to drink it.

Harry led John over to the sofa, but he sat over on his chair, keeping some distance from her. He sat down as she looked around the room. She barley paused as she saw the skull, still looking around her. However, she did pause when she noticed the smiley face in the wall.

"Err, what?" She asked as she waved at it.

"Never mind, Sherlock was bored." At her strained expression he moved on, "Anyhow, how's Claire after the divorce?" he probed. He had an excuse to ask. He had been away and only heard little bits from her letters.

"Oh, ugh, she keeps emailing me saying she misses me and all that crap. Hardly! If that was true, she wouldn't have kissed her would she! So I don't care anymore. She had her chance, she ruined it. She's living with her mum now after I kicked her out. But enough about her, tell me about the psychopath Sherlock Holmes?" she said as she leaned forward, her elbow on her knee and head in hand. Her expression was pained as she talked about her ex. John knew that this was the part where he takes the conversation another way, for Harry's sake, but he didn't exactly like the thought of talking behind Sherlock's back. He knew the super sleuth would find out every word he said, which wouldn't be that good!

"Well, he's handsome, witty, extraordinarily intelligent, a sociopath not a psychopath and standing right here. How's that to start you off?" Sherlock said as he came in, scratching a stain he had found on the bottom of his shirt. Harry sat back in her chair, a small blush creeping up her cheeks at being caught gossiping.

"Drink?" He asked as he looked up from his stain. John sighed. He told him last week he needed to wash that shirt or it'll be ruined. He had obviously "forgot" to wash it.

"Err, yes please, do you have any red?" She queered. John put his hand over his eyes. Trust Harry.

"I'm afraid not, we gave Sarah our last bottle for her trip." Sherlock lied smoothly. John let out the breathe he had been holding unconsciously.

"Oh, I'll have...hang on, I bought a bottle with me to celebrate you coming home and your new man John!" She said as she dived into her bag.

"NO! I mean, no, we aren't like that!" John said as he jumped forward, almost off the chair.

"No, never, I'm sort of married to my work. Never." Sherlock said as he stood straighter in the door frame.

"Yeah, I'm dating Sarah, but she's gone to visit her brother in Ireland, so you can't meet her." John said hurriedly, babbling along as Harry looked between the two of them. She handed the bottle silently up to Sherlock as he retreated to the kitchen again.

"Right, strong reaction to that!" She said as she settled back in to the sofa.

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