Chapter 6
John was awakened by the sounds of Mrs. Hudson walking about the kitchen, presumably to make tea for him and Sherlock. He was comforted by the noise, he carried a soft spot in his heart for the elderly landlady.
"John!" Mrs. Hudson gave a warm smile and a hug to John when he came downstairs. "The tea is for just this once, alright? I'm your landlady, not your-"
"Housekeeper. And yes, that's perfectly okay."
Sherlock was in the living room, muttering to himself while his hands were firmly clasped together.
"He's been like this all morning, I of course have no clue what he's up to." Mrs. Hudson whispered to John. John shook his head, then came to rest in his chair with the cup of tea and the morning newspaper. He read like this for a while, after Mrs. Hudson returned downstairs and Sherlock stayed almost silent for a long time.
Sherlock rose out of his chair and back into his room.
"Sherlock?"
"Get dressed. We need to go out."
John sighed and started to get up out of the chair, but he was stopped by a buzzing in Sherlock's chair. He walked over to the chair cautiously and saw a message flashing on the screen.
Don't forget what I said about John.
The message had no sender visible in the notification, but John didn't care about that. The only people that Sherlock really messaged was him, Lestrade, and Mycroft. And didn't Sherlock get a call from Mycroft last night about something that he wouldn't say?
John squinted and picked up the phone, but nearly had a heart attack when Sherlock came yelling in to the room. "JOHN! Where's my phone?"
John gasped and nearly dropped the thing. He silently handed the phone to Sherlock, and pretended like he had never seen it before. Sherlock didn't say a word, but John wasn't sure that he didn't notice anything.
Twenty minutes later, the two men were sent out the door with a cheery wave from Mrs. Hudson. They were walking down the street when John thought to ask, "Where are we going, exactly?"
"To the head crew member's house, or his sister's to be precise. He lives there."
"And… why?"
"To see if anything suspicious went on the night of the party."
Soon, they both arrived at the house… but the strange thing was that the door was slightly ajar already. Sherlock tilted his head and pushed on the door. It flew open.
John grimaced at the sight of the pool of blood next to the dead body on the floor.
Sherlock exhaled. "Knew it."
"How could you possibly-"
"Check is pulse, see how long he's been out. I'll look for signs of the killer, or his sister."
"John bent down to the floor. "So this is the head crew member?"
"Yes." Sherlock walked off to some corner of the house, maybe to inspect the windows.
Twenty minutes later, the door was banged open again, this time by a stranger. John and Sherlock, who had been inspecting the house, froze. Sherlock cautiously went towards the door, one hand on the place in his coat where his gun was.
A scream shattered the stunned silence.
Sherlock ran to discover the woman, presumably the dead man's sister, on her knees in the doorway. She was crying, and didn't even glance at Sherlock when he got to her and cleared his throat. John, however, having a bit more social skill than Sherlock, kneeled next to her and gently tapped her on the hand. "It'll be alright, miss, everything's alright."
It warmed Sherlock's heart a bit to see John caring for an absolute stranger, one he had never seen before in his life. "I'll make some tea, shall I?"
"Wh-why?" Stuttered the poor woman, shakily standing up.
"I expect we'll be here awhile- I need to know everything that happened the night of the costume party.
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