Harry comes to visit! And does a little deducing of her own ;]

The sound of their buzzer broke the tense silence that had lingered in their flat all morning. John looked up from the newspaper he hadn't really been reading to lock eyes with Sherlock, seated in his chair in the other room. They listened as Mrs. Hudson went to the door. Her usual warm reception of guests was missing as she indicated to Harry that the boys were upstairs.

John stood, nervously pulling at the hem of his shirt. He didn't know what he was going to say to Harry. He didn't want to fight with her again, but he couldn't imagine either of them being able to truly forgive the other.

When Harry finally knocked on the door to their flat, it was Sherlock who rose to answer it. John lingered by the couch, not sure how he felt about this situation yet.

"Harry." Sherlock said in greeting.

"Sherlock Holmes." Harry grinned. "It's nice to finally meet you. I've heard great things… you know, from the funeral." She cleared her throat awkwardly.

"It's nice to meet you too. Mostly from my brother I would assume?" He offered her one of his small smiles to help ease her discomfort. She nodded at his question.

"And John." They both turned their attention to the neglected army doctor who was still hovering several feet away. He immediately locked eyes with Sherlock.

"You spoke at my funeral?" Sherlock raised an eyebrow. John had never told him that.

"Yeah." John said simply. He didn't want to talk about the funeral. He never wanted to think about that day again. Sherlock continued to stare at him, but he let the matter drop. Clearly John did not wish to speak of it. No matter, Sherlock could find out from Mycroft exactly what John had said. How interesting.

After several charged and uncomfortable moments, Harry stepped forward, breaking into Sherlock and John's staring contest.

"John." She said softly. Now that she was here, she didn't know what to say. There were so many things she wanted to tell him, to apologize for, but when actually faced with her little brother, her mind went blank. It was difficult to even be in the same room as him.

"Harry." John said finally. He met her eyes briefly before looking away. He could barely even look at her. This was going to be harder than they thought.

"Why don't we sit in the kitchen?" Sherlock suggested to break the silence. "I'll make tea." John stared incredulously at his flat mate as he walked to the kitchen to put the kettle on. Sherlock was acting like a host? And making tea? This never happened.

Believe it or not, Sherlock was actually feeling guilty for having put John in this position. This had not been his intention. In the lingering silence it seemed as though the siblings reconciliation would not work out as he hoped. In an effort the make his army doctor more comfortable he decided to come out of himself. He could be a pleasant host if need be, he had seen John and Mrs. Hudson do it often enough.

Once they were seated at the table, quietly sipping their tea, Harry chanced a look at her brother.

"How've you been?" She asked softly. "I haven't seen you in-"

"Nearly two years." John finished quickly. "I'm good. Better now." He glanced briefly at Sherlock, who was watching the interaction with interest. Harry nodded her understanding, happy that John had been reunited with this man.

"Um, you?" John asked, clearly still uncomfortable.

"Good. Been sober going on eleven months." John just nodded as she continued. "I worked things out with Clara." She added happily. "We're not back together or anything, just friends for now. But it's a start. She's finally starting to forgive me."

"Well you did cheat on her." John muttered under his breath. He shot his sister an apologetic look, regretting his words the moment he spoke them. "That's great Harry, good for you." He added earnestly. "You look good."

"You do too." Harry looked around. "So does the flat, no eyeballs on the counter." She smirked at John.

"Oh don't worry, there's fingers in the fridge." She stared at John's face, waiting for him to say he was joking. Clearly, he was not. After a few moments they both began to laugh, shaking their heads at the ridiculousness of it all.

Sherlock watched them curiously, not quite getting the joke. He wasn't very familiar with the workings of an apology, but he figured laughing was a good sign. When the laughter died down, Harry sighed deeply and became somber once again. Both Watson's seemed to have forgotten Sherlock was there.

"Listen John, I cam here because I want to apologize." John met her gaze evenly. "I shouldn't have said those things. I won't say I didn't mean any of it, because at the time I did." John winced slightly but otherwise remained silent and unmoving.

Sherlock wanted to reach out and take John's hand. He wanted to support and comfort the doctor, and show Harry who's side he was on. But he refrained, knowing that it would not be received well by John.

"I was hurt, angry, and honestly I was hung over and itching for a drink. I know that's no excuse." She added quickly, knowing John would object. "But once I straightened myself out, I realized how wrong I was. Since then I have wished for nothing more than to be able to take those words back, and fix what I ruined between us."

She held John's gaze, eyes pleading with him to understand. He was silent for a long while, not sure what he could say to that. It wasn't enough, it wasn't nearly enough, but he also knew that the blame didn't rest completely on his sister's shoulders.

Before either could say anything more, Sherlock's presence was made know when his phone went off. Both John and his sister turned to Sherlock in surprise, having forgotten he was still there.

"Excuse me." Sherlock muttered, rising to leave the room.

Body found behind the Globe Tavern. I'll hold the scene for you. –GL

Sherlock grabbed his coat, sticking his head back into the kitchen as he slid it on.

"We've got a body John." He said, his eyes alight. "Lestrade says they'll keep the scene intact until we arrive." John looked to Sherlock and then back at Harry, as her gaze shifted back and forth between her brother and the consulting detective.

"You go on ahead." John said, deciding to stay and continue his talk with Harry. Sherlock's face fell slightly but he nodded his understanding, turning to leave.

"Sherlock?" He turned back to John, raising one eyebrow in question.

"Text me yeah?" Sherlock grinned briefly at John's request.

"Of course my dear Watson. You know I'm lost without my blogger." He gave John a wink, and with that he was gone.

John blushed fiercely at the term of endearment, but couldn't help but smile at Sherlock's high spirits. Nothing cheered Sherlock up like a good murder.

"So… You and Sherlock…..?" Harry asked, grinning at the blush on her brother's cheeks.

So it begins, finally getting to the case! Please review!