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2

Meeting Mr. Sherlock Holmes

"Oh John!" An old woman opened the door to 221B Baker street and kissed John on both cheeks. She stood back and smiled.

"The married life seems to be treating you well." She said. John smiled.

"Indeed it is Mrs. Hudson." John pulled me forwards. Ellie stumbled under the weight of my bag. Ellie smiled weakly at the old woman.

"This is my niece, Elizabeth." Ellie held out my hand.

"I prefer Ellie." Ellie said. Mrs. Hudson looked Ellie up and down. Probably judging her dark hair and clothing, the small piercing in her nose. She smiled weakly at Ellie and shook her hand.

"Pleased to me you." John cleared his throat.

"Is Sherlock in?" Mrs. Hudson's expression changed.

"Oh, he's in alright." Mrs. Hudson started up the stairs and they followed. When they were about halfway there were loud bangs that echoed off the walls. Ellie jumped.

"What the hell was that?!" John sighed.

"Oh he's on about it again." Mrs. Hudson said.

"Ellie, stay here. I will handle this." John went up the stairs and opened the door. There was another loud bang.

"Is that a gunshot?" Ellie asked. Mrs. Hudson sighed.

"How about I make us a cuppa?" And without waiting for an answer, she walked down the stairs leaving Ellie alone. Ellie glanced up the stairs and the room her Uncle entered. Oh what the hell? Ellie walked up the stairs and slowly opened the door. There were two men arguing. One was her Uncle John, the other was a tall man with dark curly hair. He was wearing a dark suit and he had a gun in his hand. Ellie gasped and threw the door open with her bag above her head.

"Put the gun down!" She screamed.

"Or what?" The man asked.

"Or I'll throw this at you." Ellie threatened. The man smiled.

"Something tells me that the bag is a little too heavy for you. If you throw it it won't even make it to me therefore it was result in you being dead as that I have quicker reflexes than you." Ellie bit her lip but stood her ground. John rolled his eyes.

"For God's sakes Sherlock. Put the gun down." Sherlock smiled and set the gun down on the table.

"Sherlock Holmes." He introduced himself. Ellie frowned and dropped her bag, relieved of the heavy weight.

"Ellie Watson." She said. Sherlock took three steps and took a steaming mug from the mantle place.

"I assume Mary is going into labor?"

"Yes." John replied.

"How does he know that? Did you tell him?" Ellie asked.

"No of course he didn't. I can tell because John is fidgeting. He is nervous. Keeps checking his watch as if he has somewhere important to be. He has concern in his eyes. Concern for a loved one." Ellie opened her mouth to say something.

"And you," Sherlock said, glancing at me. "You were are the unexpected visitor. The adopted child of Harry. Your mothers are in the middle of a falling out. They sent you away because they are planning a divorce. They've been planning it for quite some time I'm afraid. Right now they're fighting over custody for you." Ellie's mouth hung open and she looked at her Uncle.

"Did you know?" John looked down at the ground.

"Ahh it was not supposed to be shared. My bad." Sherlock said, his attention went back to his mug. John looked up at Ellie.

"Yes I knew. But I didn't know Harry was sending you here so soon." Ellie kicked her bag.

"Well thank you for sharing this information with me Uncle John." Ellie folded her arms and glared at the wall.

"Sherlock-"

"No."

"Please?"

"No. Children are a distraction."

"You don't even have any cases. It'll only be a few days." Ellie glanced up at this mysterious man. How on earth did he know about her moms? How did he know what John was going to ask him? Was he physic?

"I can just go home then." Ellie said as she reached down for her bag. John gave her a look that silenced her.

"Please Sherlock. I promise she won't be a bother. Right, Ellie?" John said, looking at his niece. Ellie rolled her eyes.

"I guess." She muttered.

"Only for a few days?" Sherlock asked.

"Just after Christmas." Sherlock thought about it.

"Fine." He said.

"But-" Ellie started to say.

"No buts Ellie." John said.

"But I have to spend Christmas with a complete stranger?!" Ellie exclaimed.

"For all I know he could be a bloody psychopath."

"High-functioning sociopath." Sherlock said.

"Oh whatever." Ellie said. John took his niece by the shoulder.

"Don't worry. You two will get along great." He kissed the top of her head and walked down the stairs.

"I will call and check up on you!" He called out. Ellie ran to the bannister of the stairs and shouted down:

"Well thank you for just ditching me here Uncle. It's a wonderful present for Christmas!" Ellie walked back into the room and sat down on a chair, glaring down at her bag.

"That's my chair." Sherlock said. Ellie looked up at the man. He looked back at her. Ellie sighed in exasperation and stood up to let him take his seat. Sherlock sighed when he sat down and Ellie took a seat on the chair across from him.

"I assume the couch will be fine for sleep?" Ellie shrugged her shoulders.

"Whatever." The two sat across from each other in complete silence.


Ellie rolled onto her side and sighed in exasperation. She couldn't sleep. The couch was lumpy and uncomfortable and the yellow smiley face and bullet holes in the wall were creeping her out. Ellie reached down for her laptop and pulled it out of her bag. The screen lit up an Ellie typed in 'Sherlock Holmes' in the search bar. Newspaper articles and websites showed up.

Detective back from the Dead!

An article read. It said that Sherlock Holmes had come back from the dead after being assumed dead after jumping off a building three years ago. Another article talked about the another death that same day. A James Moriarty committing suicide on the same rooftop Sherlock Holmes had jumped off of. A website called 'The Science of Deduction' was another thing that popped up in the search. Ellie clicked on that. Ellie read through everything. So that's how he does it. She thought. Ellie heard a creak in the floor. She shut her laptop off and rolled to her side so it would like she was sleeping.

Sherlock Holmes was an odd man indeed.