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Sherlock was sitting in his black leather chair playing his violin when a Feminine but strong knock came from the flat's door, although he didn't get up knowing that John would. He waited five minutes for John to open the door until he remembered that John had a hangover from his night out at the pub with Greg and was in bed sleeping it off. Sherlock then decided that it was best if he answered the door so he got up for his seat and took a couple of large strides to the door. He then opened it not expecting the person standing in front of him.
"Hello Sherlock, long time no see. So where's my son?" A dirty blonde curly haired middle aged woman asked in a casual yet seductive way. Sherlock had deleted who this woman was and her name though he just about remembered that it was John's mother.
"In bed with a hangover, what do you expect?" Sherlock replies in a bored tone.
The curly haired woman gave him a stern look before saying,
"Why does he have a hang over? You should be looking after him Sherlock and watching what he drinks."
Sherlock scoffed.
"I can barely mange to look after myself thank you very much and he is a grown man he can make his own decisions like if he wants to go to the pub with his "friends" or not."
"I just worry about him, he is my sweetie after all... so are you going to let me in?"
"Fine" Sherlock says whilst opening the door for John's mother.
"Thank you sweetie." She says as she walks into the flat confidently. Just as Sherlock closed the door he herd faint voices coming from downstairs and what sounded like four pairs of feet moving this way.
Oh God. There's more coming!
Thanks for reading if you've gotten this far. I will post more chapters but I doubt it's going to be any time soon.
Thanks again and don't blink - Kirsten