Who Are You?
Chapter 1.
"Sherlock, you can't keep doing that!"
Sherlock spins and fixes John with a confused glare.
"Why ever not?"
John gives an exasperated sigh, one hand on his hip, the other pinching the bridge of his nose,
"Because it's stealing, and if you keep doing it he will arrest you!"
Sherlock looks down at the offending item in his hand, the picture of D.I Lestrade looking up at him from the policeman's I.D.
He looks back to John, "But he was annoying me" he says with a petulant air before bounding up the stairs of 221B. John shakes his head, muttering "Give me strength" under his breath as he follows his friend up the stairs.
"Sherlock, can you please just give Lestrade his oof…"
John walks through the door to their living room and walks straight into the very man he was scolding just a few seconds ago. He looks up at Sherlock, ready to ask what the hell he's doing, when he notices his flatmate was suddenly very still and tense, staring at the chair that John has claimed as his own. He followed his flatmates line of sight to discover somebody already sitting in the aforementioned chair, cup of tea in hand, half smile on her pretty face.
"Ah, Doctor Watson, so nice of you to join us" The woman took a sip of her tea and fixed the doctor with a stare worthy of Sherlock himself. John notices that her eyes are the same as Sherlock's, that strange mix of green, gray and blue and instantly wonders if he has stumbled upon another Holmes sibling.
The woman in the chair scoffs into her tea, "Really Doctor? Me related to him?" She jabs her head towards Sherlock who, John realises, still hasn't moved. He put his hand on Sherlock's arm,
"Sherlock? Are you-"
"Who are you?" Sherlock, suddenly out of his daze, cuts across John and takes a step towards their unknown, and unwanted, visitor.
The woman puts her cup of tea down and looks up at Sherlock, "What, are you telling me the great Sherlock Holmes cant deduce who I am?" She laughs lightly and Sherlock takes another step towards her.
"Who are you? And why are you here?"
The woman looks at him again, her clear eyes searching Sherlock's face for something that John cant apprehend. She sighs, obviously not finding what she was looking for. She looks back to John, shakes her head slightly and looks back up to Sherlock, who was still tense and who reminded John of a tiger ready to pounce.
"My name is Stephanie and I am here, Mr Holmes, because you killed my husband."
