Sherlock returned seconds later with three glasses full of red wine. He handed one to Harry, and took one for himself, leaving John with the other. John frowned at Harry opposite him. When he picked the glass up he saw a note underneath it, he grabbed it and read it as Harry took a large drink from her glass.

"Watered hers down."

He smiled as Harry made a face at her wine. Sherlock stared intently at his wine, as if measuring it for something. He sighed and placed it on the table in the middle, having decided it's not worth it. He wasn't going to go back there just to seem normal. John started at him quizzically Sherlock stared pointedly out the window. Harry also stared at the strange behaviour of her host.


"Sherlock, you alright?" John asked as his friend finally looked at him. He had no emotion on his face.

"Yes." He simply stated. He did not wish to divulge his past drinking habits with John's sister present. John stared at him a little more, his glare saying that this will be resumed later. Sherlock simply stared back as Harry sat there, completely flummoxed at the situation folding out before her. She coughed slightly to get back to a normal conversation.

John's face was puzzled and Sherlock's was guarded. Great. Harry smiled and stared at Sherlock, trying to look sweet and seductive. She never usually tried this on men but it could get her what she wanted.

Sherlock couldn't help but think with that expression she looks like a snake about to bite!

"So, tell me about yourself Sherlock, I know hardly anything about you." She said as she stroked his sleeve. He fidgeted uncomfortably at her unwelcome touch.

"My name is Sherlock, I have a brother in the government called Mycroft and I solve crimes for a living. That's all John really knows about me, give or take a few facts." He said with a quick smile. She pouted and scouted closer to him. Agh. She is also is a bit of a flirter. As she draws closer, Sherlock makes other connections. Her wedding ring was elaborate, fancy, the mark still there from her sunbathing. Claire was a rich girl. The smell of lynx lingers on her skin, so she obviously didn't pay for her taxi. Wow, John's sister is a slut. Nice. Sherlock shifts further away from her on the sofa as she slides ever closer. Ugh, not fun.

John, seeing the scene play out, decides it's time to intercept.

"So, let's all go out for tea then yes? You must be hungry after travelling all the way up here?" He says to his sister as Sherlock pops up, as if he was being squished between to objects. John jumps up too to try and hide Sherlock's hasty jump for it. He grabs his jacket as Sherlock wraps his coat around his shoulders. He runs down to hail a cab as Harry pulls her jacket over her shoulders, a simple cream one. John's stern gaze makes her falter.

"What? Oh come on, even you have to admit he's hot! Plus, I'm not a lesbian, I'm bisexual! I can like him if I want to!" she said as she floated down the stairs. John shook his head at his sister and followed her down. He wasn't inclined that way, but Sherlock wasn't the ugliest bloke he'd ever met, he'll hand him that, but hot, no, never would he admit that!


A/N Ok, maybe I think he's nice lookin and made it biuse, but I'm sure you agree! Ok, I am HORRIBLE at the Sherlockness analising bit, so appologise!

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