Yay an even quicker update! I got excited with a little plan I have going on in my head and I figured I may as well just post it now, because if I wait I'll probably forget and now this is a run on sentence, well it was a run on sentence a while ago, but I don't really care, because I am a run on sentence, well not actually, I am a person, you know with a face and stuff and I am mostly just continuing this because I can.
John blinked in surprise upon opening the door and finding the young woman in his living room. He barely had time to register her presence before she flung herself on him, resting her head on his shoulder and… crying? John stood there in bewilderment for a second, before wrapping a consoling arm around her. He figured she was another client. Mrs. Hudson must have let her up and forgot to mention it to him. After a few moments she pulled back wiping her eyes with an apologetic smile tugging on her lips. As she stood back he noticed that she was taller than him, not by much, maybe a few inches. She was dressed simply, a pair of black jeans and a navy top, with her hair down around her shoulders, a few curls escaping to cover her face. She was clearly distraught.
"I'm sorry" She said as she wiped her eyes on the back of her hand.
"It's no problem," He replied "Sherlock won't be back for a bit, would you like some tea?"
"That would be lovely." She smiled back at him.
"You can sit over there, won't be a minute." The girl did as instructed and he went to the kitchen and busied himself making tea, cursing quietly when he found another of Sherlock's 'experiments' where the sugar should be. "So what's your name?" He called over to the girl, looking over his shoulder as he addressed her, only to find she was only a few feet away.
"Sorry I didn't mean to startle you, I heard you cursing and came to help." She smiled softly, looking at the ground. "My name is Ashley by the way." She added as an afterthought.
"It's fine, just Sherlock and his odd habits." He said with a reassuring smile. "So what brings you here, if you don't mind me asking."
"It's a rather long story," She sighed, her smile fading away.
He was eating it up. She was telling him some sob story about a missing brother. It wasn't entirely untrue, she hadn't seen her brother in almost a month, though that wasn't really abnormal. They had moved to the couch, she sat in the corner, turned towards where John sat, with her legs pulled in close to her chest. She clutched her cup of tea in both hands, her knuckles white, as if this was a hard story to tell. She allowed a few more tears to slip down her cheeks as she stared into the depths of her tea cup. She felt the couch shift as he moved to wipe the tears from her face. She gasped softly when he touched her face, and looked up at him with her teary eyes. She had him. He was very close at this point, maybe a few inches away. She knew he was going to kiss her, even if he himself wasn't totally sure.
"John!" Sherlock shouted from the doorway, startling John, causing him to jump off the couch. Sherlock turned to glare at Ainsley.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, barely keeping the venom out of his voice. John opened his mouth, probably to explain her sob story, but was interrupted by her laughing. He turned his head in confusion, the once crying girl showed hardly any signs of the distress that had plagued her moments ago.
"I just came to say hi Sherlock," Ainsley said as though her intentions were obvious.
"Sherlock," John began, turning back to look at him. "Who is she?"
"Honestly Sherlock, I am a little offended you didn't tell him about me. I thought after our little meeting last month you would have warned him to look out for big bad Ainsley Holmes, and even after Mycroft told you to be more considerate towards John." She said shaking her head. "I thought you would have learned by now."
"You have a sister?" John asked, clearly annoyed. "Why didn't you tell me about her? Oh what am I talking about, you never tell me anything." Ainsley yawned loudly.
"Jim wasn't kidding you two really do fight like an old married couple."
"Jim, as in Moriarty?" He questioned, eyes widening at the thought a Holmes would willingly talk to the criminal.
"Yep," Ainsley said, finally leaving her spot on the couch and pointed at Sherlock. "See my big brothers don't like to talk about me, because I'm kind of the black sheep of the family." She stage-whispered the last part to John. "First I run away from home, then I go on a 'crime' spree across the continents, and now I am working for the notorious James Moriarty." John stood there a bit stunned.
"To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?" Sherlock asked, his tone hinting at his true feelings towards her unexpected appearance.
"Can't I just come say hi to my big brother?" Ainsley's voice was sickly sweet as she put on her most innocent face.
"Knowing you, no." Sherlock stated flatly.
"Clearly you know me!" Ainsley said brightly. "Jim is having a little 'welcome to the network' slash 'congrats on the first job' dinner for me inviting a few other people and we thought it would be so great if my big brothers decided to come too! Mycroft already said he wouldn't be attending, but I know how well you and Jimmy get along, so I hoped you would come." She asked looking at him with pleading eyes.
"No." Sherlock replied quickly.
"Okay," Ainsley said simply, turning to leave. She reached the door before looking back. "Oh, I almost forgot, Jim said if you were unwilling to attend he might just make you." she laughed darkly. "He said if you don't come, plenty of people will surely die to get in." She stated letting the door close behind her as she began to descend the stairs. She reached the front door before she heard Sherlock's voice from the top of the stairs.
"I'll go"
"Oh Jim will be so pleased! Feel free to bring your pet along, he is cute." She finished with a wink, walking out into the cold London air.
He'll come -AH
Oh goody! To bad I don't have an excuse to kill a few people. -JM
Do you really need an excuse? -AH
Well no, but it does make things more fun ;) -JM
