Chapter Three
"Anya," Sherlock said. "You need to get up," He told the girl who was sleeping in his arms. "You're going to miss your graduation if you don't wake up now," He warned.
"So?" The girl asked through her sleep. When Sherlock first met Anya nine months ago, she would have been up at the crack of dawn for university, but now days she would rather be running around solving cases.
"If you miss your graduation, I'm not taking you won't be able to help me with my next case," Sherlock threatened.
"That's not fair," Anya told him. "I take you on my cases," She argued.
"But your cases are easy to solve," Holmes told her. Anya peered up at him.
"I hate you," She smiled. Sherlock smiled back.
"Come on," Sherlock said, getting out of bed. Anya lay there and pulled the blanket over her head.
"Mwhahaha, my plan worked," She sighed, clearly going back to sleep. Sherlock decided to give her ten minutes then he was going to get her up.
Ten minutes later, Sherlock walked in and turned the lights on. Anya didn't move. So he tried to take the blanket. She just turned over. "You asked for it," Sherlock whispered, leaning down to Anya. He left the room and when he returned, Anya was still in bed. "Sorry, sweet heart," Sherlock apologised and realised he was going to regret this so much. He threw the bucket of water onto the girl. Anya shot up and looked at him. "Graduation day," He explained realising that she wasn't really awake before.
"Be prepared for a world of hurt Holmes," Anya hissed in her strong Russian accent. Anya and Sherlock walked out of the bedroom to the living area where Mycroft was sitting.
"What are you doing here?" Sherlock asked.
"I wanted to congratulate Anya on her graduation," Mycroft said. "And now that is done I have a case for you both," He moved quickly on.
"Maybe after Anya's graduation," Sherlock replied.
"No, I don't mind," Anya admitted. "Besides, knowing my principle," Anya added. Sherlock looked at Anya.
"Is this the beginning of your revenge?" Sherlock asked.
"No, the beginning of my revenge was when you threw a bucket of water over me," Anya answered. "And now I am going to go get a shower," She announced, leaving the room.
Graduation when quickly but Sherlock was called away early. This gave Anya the perfect opportunity. The next morning Anya was smiling.
"Anya why is there shaving foam in my shoes!" Sherlock called from the bed room. Anya smiled. Anya looked up as Sherlock walked in.
"What did you say, honey?" She asked, innocently. The pranks went on for about a month before Anya got bored of them.
"I thought you said you have stopped the pranks," Sherlock said to Anya when Lestrade walked into the street completely green.
"Yeah, they stopped for you but then Lestrade said that I was talking too much," Anya explained. "That's why we've got extra forks and spoons," She added. Lestrade walked over.
"Having someone to fake their death like that to get back at me, really?" Lestrade remarked.
"Well, it did take a lot of time and effort so I personally would say that it was a job well done," Anya told him, smiling. "And before you say it, I know, I am unbelievable," She said. Anya and Sherlock walked away. "
"Oh, Lestrade, that green is going to take effort to get rid of," Anya called. Sherlock and Anya took a cab home but they didn't go inside straight away.
There was a note stuck onto the door. Sherlock read it. "Thirty five years and now they want my help," He muttered, shaking his head. They went up to the flat.
"Who was the note from?" Anya asked. Sherlock looked at her.
"Just two old friends," He replied. "But I'm not going to help them," Holmes added.
"And why's that?" Anya asked.
"I don't want to leave you here alone and because I know they'll keep me away for at least a year," Sherlock answered. Anya smiled.
Anya never really had someone who had cared about her until ten months ago when she met Sherlock. And every night she fell asleep knowing that she had someone looking after her.