I was currently sitting in my dear sweet stupid husbands flat. Mycroft was sitting in a chair and I was sitting in another, I had my hands handcuffed behind my back which of course was stupid because I can easily pick locks, I had even taught Sherlock how to do it, and I had my knife. Luckily though Mycroft had let me take off my jacket which was now on the back of my chair.
I was sitting crossed legged and chewing on the inside of my cheek while Mycroft had a long conversation with Sherlock, though not revealing that I was here just saying ' I've found someone to watch you and keep you out of trouble' that's not creepy at all.
"Can you at least turn on the telly? I'm bored." I groaned trying to make myself sound as pathetic and as begging as I could.
People had always said me and Sherlock were the perfect pair, he knew nothing about people and emotions while I was an expert I could tell exactly what people where feeling and when they were lying except for Sherlock which was fair because Sherlock could never deduce me properly there was always something he got wrong.
I also never forget a face but that might just be because of the photographic memory.
"They'll be here soon so I suggest you prepare yourself to apologize." Mycroft said as he played with him umbrella.
I groaned and threw my head back and looked around finding half of the stuff in this room alone I had bought… great. I barely noticed my leg bouncing up and down as I unlocked and re-locked the handcuffs completely bored out of my mind, Mycroft was never big on conversation.
Finally after what felt like hours I heard the front door open and close in a very familiar fashion.
"-Mycroft has apparently found someone to watch me." I heard Sherlock say clearly missing the end of the conversation. I remained silent as he and John came up the steps while still talking.
"But who could he possibly-?" Sherlock froze when he spotted me on his chair, which I bought, with my handcuffed I flipped my hands so they were in front of me to wave.
"Jesus!" I heard John gasped.
"Good evening brother." Mycroft said.
"Sherlock turn on the telly, he's been sitting there boring me half to death." I said sounding annoyed.
"What are you doing here?" Sherlock demanded and I groaned and rolled my eyes.
"Your brother has kidnapped me, again." I said bitterly.
" I hardly kidnapped you." Mycroft said.
"You threw a bag over my head and then handcuffed me." I pointed out sharply.
"I'm sorry who is this? And why is she handcuffed?" John asked sounding very worried.
"When hell freezes over." I huffed under my breath.
"Lara, hands behind your back." Mycroft said making my groan but comply with the 'request' and with that Mycroft smiled again, "Now how about well all apologize to each other hm?"
"Apologize?" Sherlock and I demanded as once.
"I have nothing to apologize for!" I yelled.
"I refuse to apologize to her!" Sherlock yelled.
"I refuse to apologize to you!" I yelled at Sherlock.
"Well at least I'm not the one going off with random men!" Sherlock yelled accusingly making me raise my eyebrow at him.
"You damned idiot! Mycroft's been keeping surveillance on me since I left!" I yelled already knowing Sherlock didn't deduce properly.
"She hasn't gone off with anyone else." Mycroft said as I gave Sherlock a smug look and a huff.
Sherlock blinked and then the anger returned.
"Don't even start Sherlock Holmes!" I yelled before Sherlock could do a comeback.
"BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP AND APOLOGIZE!" Mycroft screamed in an odd show of anger and annoyance. For a minute there was silence as Sherlock and I refused to look at one another but slowly I felt my anger crumble, I had missed my husband damn him.
"I'm sorry." I sighed as quickly as I could.
"For?" Mycroft pushed making me groan.
"FINE! I'm sorry for breaking you're damned skull!" I yelled my hands suddenly in front of me so I could throw them up in the air.
"And…" Mycroft continued to push.
"I hate you." I snapped at Mycroft bit did swallow my pride and turned to Sherlock, "And I'm sorry for punching you in the face and calling you a 'idiota infantile'."
"Thank you. Your turn Sherlock." Mycroft said turning to his brother.
"Apology accepted." Sherlock said making my eye twitch.
"I'm sorry what is happening?" John said sounding confused and clearly feeling nervous.
"Sherlock is going to apologize to me or I will throw the skull into the wall." I said dead serious.
Sherlock took a deep breath calmly himself down.
"Fine, I'm sorry for insulting you skills and for apparently worrying you." Sherlock said not sounding very pleased.
"And…" Mycroft continued to push.
"And for insulting your brother." Sherlock said.
"And." I pushed.
"Lara, hands behind you back." Mycroft said and I groaned and put my hands behind my back again.
"And what?! Sherlock yelled.
"Sherlock you did accuse her of murder." Mycroft said.
"What?!" John yelled.
"Fine! I apologize for observing the facts and then confronting you about it." Sherlock said and that was it everything was apologized for.
"So are you going to un-cuff me now?" I sad to Mycroft.
"You've been unlocking and relocking you handcuffs for the past hour and you've already unlocked them." Mycroft said rolling his eyes and then I smiled and held up both my hands now free of the cuffs.
"So true." I said smiling wickedly as I took off the other cuff.
"I'm sorry I'm confused what is happening?" John said and then gave me an odd look, "And haven't I seen you before?"
"Yes give it a minute you'll figure it out." I said handing Mycroft his cuffs.
"Why would he have seen you?" Sherlock demanded.
"Wait! You were the girl at the crime scene! When the cabbie was killed!" John yelled and Sherlock actually looked surprised.
"You were at the crime scene? And I didn't see you?" Sherlock demanded.
"You observe you just don't see." I said switching around his normal phrase making Sherlock give me a look of surprise and then I was remained, "And next time you almost take a pill that could potentially kill you I won't stand and watch next time."
"Wait you where there?" John demanded.
"Yeah, good shoot by the way." I said offhandedly.
"Wait… you saw him?" Sherlock said sounding oddly confused.
"I was standing two feet from him. Oh and you look lovely in orange love." I said as I pulled up my camera and looked at the pictures I had taken of him in the shock blanket and then looked over at Mycroft, "I'm going to assume you have already moved all of my stuff in?"
"Moved your stuff in? Wait is she staying here to watch you? Where?" John said looking around at everyone.
"My room obviously." Sherlock said as he took off his scarf.
"Your room but where are you gonna sleep?" John asked.
"My room." Sherlock said as if it should have been obvious and the turned to shock, " Isn't it normal for spouses to sleep in the same bed?"
"Spouse? I'm sorry what?! You're married?! You married him?!" John yelled suddenly concerned and then blinked, "Wait you accused your wife of murder?"
"Yes, why?" Sherlock asked.
"That's as romantic as he gets really." I said and then I made one fatal mistake I stood up and then fell face first on the floor letting out and high pitched yelp. I looked up and gave Mycroft a look that clearly marked him as a dead man.
"When did you cuff my leg to the chair?" I demanded angrily yet sounding completely calm.
"About 21 minutes ago. Well if that's all I will be going. Behave." Mycroft said and then he was gone down the steps with me still on the ground.
"Sherlock be a dear and get my leg free will you." I said pulling on my leg and holding up my knife, the knife was long and thing and was always kept in its seethe as I was now.
Sherlock took it and I was free in under a minute 54 seconds, he was getting slow.
"So… why was I never told about this?" John asked after we had all settled down again.
"He never wears his ring, it bothers him or something." I said shrugging as I held up my hand with the ring on it, it wasn't a very impressive it was just a simple gold band, the wedding wasn't exactly planned per say it was more of we where both bored and Mycroft was annoying us, so I have him to thank for my marriage.
"So… who wants to watch some telly?" I asked. And that was how I got back together with my husband.
Who knows what I had gotten myself into.
Hey guys this is the first chapter, I wrote a prologue (that I felt wasn't that good but decided to post it anyway so it's up and I'll be updating soon.
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