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A cabby stopped in front of 221B Baker Street and John stepped out. He was carrying three heavy bags full of groceries. At the door, he put them down and grabbed his keys. To his surprise, the door wasn't locked.
"Hmmm. I guess Sherlock's already home", he thought.
He stumbled up the stairs, trying not to fall.
"Don't worry about me, I can manage", He groaned as he dragged the bags to the kitchen.
No response.
John put the groceries in the fridge and the cupboards. Suddenly he smelled something weird. He sniffed again. It was cigarette smoke!
"Sherlock!" John shouted as he entered the living room.
"Not home", a female voice answered.
John looked surprised to the corner where the voice came from. In a chair a young woman was sitting. She looked exactly like Sherlock, but the female version. She was wearing almost the same outfit as him. The only big difference between her and Sherlock was her haircut. In opposite to his husband, this woman's hair was quite messy and a little spiked. She was leaning back, her legs crossed, smoking a cigarette. The woman stood up and flicked the cigarette out of the window. She walked towards John and pulled out her hand.
"It's nice to finally meet you, Captain Doctor John Hamish Watson-Holmes", she said with a polite smile.
John looked at her in shock and licked his lips. Once she realized he wouldn't take her offered hand, she smiled and walked towards one of the windows, while grabbing Sherlock's violin and bow.
"Err… Sorry, but, who are you?" John stammered while he stiffly walked to his armchair and dropped in it. The woman didn't seem to be a big threat. He hadn't seen any kind of weapon on her. He intently stared at the woman's back.
"You'll find out soon enough", was her only answer. She than began to play. John recognised the melody immediately. It was the first violin concert of Max Bruch. After a few minutes she suddenly stopped, much to John's disappointment. The dark-haired woman turned around, with a look on her face that John sadly had seen quite often in the last three years.
Boredom.
"When is Sherlock coming home?" she asked, while walking over to the mantelpiece, looking at all the pictures and then at the skull. A grin spread over her face. After that, she raised the violin once again and began to stroke the strings quicklywith the bow. John raised an eyebrow. Normally, when they got a client, they'd refer to his husband as 'Mr. Holmes'. But then again, he didn't know whether she was a client. In fact, he didn't know anything at all. He still answered her question though.
"He was at the Yard, about ten minutes ago, so he should be here soon." John said, "Oh and could you please not smoke in here? Sherlock is finally doing really well."
The woman shrugged and said, "I usually don't smoke anyway. I only do that when I'm under stress."
"Are you stressed then?" John asked surprised.
"No."
"Then why were you smoking?" he asked, while he got his phone out of his pocket.
"I was bored", the woman said.
"Right. Bored", John sighed. He looked on his screen. Somebody had texted him. He read the message as the woman continued to play:
John, are you okay? SH
John smiled and texted back:
I'm fine, why are you asking? JW
He wanted to put his phone in his pocket again, but there was a beep, and he chuckled. Sherlock could be so worried about him, sometimes.
I'm asking, since there is someone in our flat, looking just like me. She's playing my violin at the moment. Are you home? 'Cause I'm coming in NOW. SH
John heard the door open downstairs. Next, he heard very familiar footsteps walk up the stairs. He put his phone in his pocket and crossed his legs. Then the door opened and Sherlock came in.
"Oh, hello Cath", he said and then walked over to John and kissed him.
"Hello, love", he smiled.
"Hi dear", John said, "Wait, wait, what?! Cath? You know this woman?"
"Yes, indeed", Sherlock said, "This is Catherine Holmes, my little sister."
"Your sister?" John exclaimed, "Why have you never told me you have a sister?"
"It wasn't important and you didn't ask", Sherlock said calmly.
Then he walked to his sister, who, in the meantime, had put the violin down.
"Well?" Sherlock asked. He seemed to be a bit annoyed.
"So nice to see you again", Catherine said.
"Yes. Why are you here?" Sherlock asked.
"I wanted to finally meet John", Catherine said.
"Sure. And why else?" Sherlock asked calmly.
"I don't know. I guess I was bored. Let's pull a prank on someone like we used to", Catherine said. A naughty smile appeared on her face.
Sherlock smiled, thinking back to all the things they had done together.
"Sure. Why ever not?" he said. He sat down in his usual chair and smiled. Catherine smiled too and sat down on the floor.
"Why don't you grab a chair?" John asked.
"Why should I?" Catherine asked while raising an eyebrow.
"I don't know. I guess you don't have to", John muttered.
Then he said, "I know why you should have told me you have a sister, Sherlock."
"And why is that?" his husband asked with an amused smile on his face.
"Then we could have invited her to our wedding!" John said.
"Oh I was there", Catherine said calmly, "Was quite beautiful."
"Why didn't I see you then?" John asked, "And how did you even know?"
"Oh, I was sitting somewhere in the back. And Sherlock had texted me, obviously", Catherine said. Sherlock nodded and John sighed frustrated.
"Obviously." he said.
Sherlock grinned, but suddenly stiffened. He sniffed a few times and then turned to Catherine, who was grinning too.
"Did you smoke in here, Cath?" he asked while trying to perform a disappointed look. Cath just smiled.
"Just one, Sherlock. Don't be such a baby. You're doing fine and one little bit of smoke won't change that. You're not eager for one anyway. So don't make such a fuss about it."
Sherlock looked at his sister for a second and then his smile appeared again. He bowed over, looking at his sister intently.
"Where have you been the past three years?" he asked.
Catherine sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.
"I stayed with Mycroft. I believe I might have driven him mad. He's really the most posh of the three of us, you know. But it was fun to do some of the cases that required 'legwork', as our dear brother puts it. By the way, people still don't think I'm a girl when I'm in disguise. Once, I dressed up like Mycroft and nobody noticed until Mycroft came walking in. It was brilliant." She grinned. Then a sad look entered her eyes.
"But, at one case, I got kidnapped by Moriarty. He probably thought I was you. And when he found out I wasn't, he tortured me for fun. It didn't really hurt, it was just annoying."
She rolled the sleeve of her shirt up, and both men saw long, uneven scars on her arm. There were about ten, smaller and bigger ones.
John looked at her in horror. He sat down next to her and examined her arm.
"This must've hurt really bad! And why didn't he let you go? Or kill you?"
There were numerous other questions, but Sherlock silenced his husband and let his sister continue.
"Then, one day, when they thought I was unconscious, I heard that they were going to kill me the next day. So I snuck away. Pretty easy, actually. And now I'm travelling through London. Sort of. Could you maybe use an extra pair of hands?"
Sherlock looked at John, who thought for a moment. He nodded, and Catherine smiled.
"Thanks."
Then a devious smile appeared. She clapped her hands together and placed them in front of her mouth.
"So, who are we going to prank?"
"Oh you definitely should prank the people at the Yard", John said, "That'd be hilarious."
"Really?" Catherine said a little surprised, "I didn't know you could have such ideas, John. Sherlock must have a bad influence on you."
"It's a great idea, though", Sherlock said. The same devious smile appeared on his face too. At that point, he and Catherine looked more alike than ever.
"So, any ideas then?" his little sister asked.
"Three so far, maybe four", her big brother said.
He joined his husband and sister on the floor and began to unfold his plans. At that moment, Mrs Hudson came in. She saw the three of them sitting on the floor and smiled.
"Hello there", she said, "Why don't you use chairs?"
Then she saw Catherine. She was shocked.
"Oh! Oh my! Are there two of you, Sherlock?" she stuttered.
Sherlock looked up and smiled.
"No Mrs Hudson. This is my little sister Catherine", he said.
"Your sister, Sherlock?" the elderly lady asked.
"Yes Mrs Hudson, my sister", the detective said. He was getting annoyed.
Catherine got up and walked to Mrs Hudson. She pulled out her hand and smiled.
"It's nice to meet you, Mrs Hudson", she said, "I am sorry if I startled you. It happens to everyone. Most people don't even know about my existence. That mostly works in my advantage though."
"Mrs Hudson, could Catherine stay here for the night?" Sherlock asked.
"Oh, of course", Mrs Hudson said while shaking Catherine's hand, "It's okay, dear. I just thought I was seeing double."
Catherine laughed. "It's still funny, though I have heard that over a thousand times before. And we aren't even twins."
"Really?" John asked, "How much younger are you then?"
"Two years", Sherlock said, "But in primary school this little genius skipped two years, so we were in the same class. And no one believed that we weren't twins. We also went to the same secundary and high school."
"Oh yes", Catherine smiled, "The devil twins they called us."
"I do believe we have driven most of our teachers completely mad", Sherlock said with a devilish grin on his face.
"Definitely", Catherine said with the same grin.
"I believe you on your word", John said.
"I shall return to my tea now", Mrs Hudson said, "Just came to check if you were alright."
After these words, Mrs Hudson returned to her own flat, leaving the detective, his husband and younger sister to discuss all sorts of pranks.
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