Brandi stood awkwardly in the door way. Her eyes skimmed the room as she looked at everyone. Molly looked shocked, embarrassed even. The sandy haired man who sat across from her was watching with an amused look on his face. The tall man who answered the door stood by the window, emotionless, and just watching how everything would play out. The man who carried the umbrella (something Brandi will make fun of him for later) was more or less doing the same. John, who had by now taken the chairs to the kitchen and returned, was staring at Brandi in shock. And then their was Mrs. Hudson, the dear landlady, was tutting about, the wine now forgotten, prepping the table for dinner.

Brandi groaned in confusion and leaned against the door frame. She pinched the bridge of her nose and shook her head. "I need a beer," she muttered.

The sandy haired man got off the couch. "I'll get you one," he said before disappearing into the kitchen. He returned soon after and handed Brandi an opened beer. "Here you go," he said softly. "I'm Greg Lestrade by the way."

A faint smile ghosted over Brandi's lips. "Thanks," she replied before taking a swig of the cold beverage. "I'm Brandi Preston. Nice to meet you."

John cleared his throat suddenly and stepped between the two. Brandi raised an eyebrow at him. A little over protective for one date. she thought. "Good afternoon, Brandi. This is quite a surprise," he said with a smile.

Brandi nodded her head slowly. "Yeah, quite a surprise," she murmured. "Suppose it's all three of our faults for not mentioning wear we lived," she said loud enough for Molly to hear.

"Well, um, please come inside," John said standing out of the way. Brandi took another swig of beer before walking inside. John closed the door and stood next to her. "Brandi," he said motioning to everyone, "meet everyone." He pointed to the man who carried the umbrella. "That's Mycroft Holmes," he said.

Brandi smirked and nodded at Mycroft. "Hello Mrs. Gamp, been to the pub recently?" she asked.

Greg started choking on his beer for a moment, and a smirked grew across the tall man's face. For those who were wondering, Mrs. Gamp was a character from a book called Martin Chuzzlewit, written by Charles Dickens; she was known for carrying an umbrella and being drunk most of the time.

Mycroft gave Brandi a sour look. "Oh joy, a jokester."

Brandi shrugged. "Someone's gotta lighten the mood in here. I mean seriously people, who died?"

John shook his head in disbelief. He motioned to the man by the window. "That's my flatmate Sherlock."

Brandi and Sherlock regarded each other with what could only be described as...curiosity. This surprised John. It seemed as if Sherlock couldn't deduce a thing about the young woman in front of him.

Brandi gave Sherlock a small smile. "Hi Sherlock. Nice to meet you."

Sherlock nodded slowly. "Yes...it's nice to meet you as well, Brandi."

There was another awkward silence, until Mrs. Hudson came in wiping her hands on a towel. "Alright you lot," she said with a smile. "All of you get in the kitchen for supper. It'll be a bit of a squeeze, but we'll all fit."

Sherlock was the first into the kitchen, then went Mrs. Hudson, Greg, Mycroft, Molly, John and finally Brandi. Everybody squeezed around the small table and Mrs. Hudson dished everyone out a plate of food. The only noise in the room was the clinking of silverware and glasses. Brandi glanced around at everyone. Her eyes met John's and she looked back down at her plate.

John set down his knife and fork, wiped his face with his napkin, and leaned back into his seat. "So Brandi," he said. Brandi looked up innocently. "What was you childhood like, if you don't mind me asking."

Brandi glanced at everyone again, and now they were all staring at her. "Um..." she said nervously. "I don't really have much to tell. I was born in France, then moved to Ireland with my family when I was two, and um, I guess I just lived there for the rest of my life. Except for now, obviously. Moved to London two years ago for work."

"So no friends? Boyfriends? Enemies?" Brandi shook her head. John turned to the Holmes boys, who were, oddly enough, sitting beside each other. "Okay, boys, I know your itching to deduce her, have at it."

Brandi's eyes widened. "I'm sorry, do what?"

Greg straightened up in his seat. "It's like a party trick, Brandi. See, when they were kids, they were raised to be really observant. So basically they could tell you what you ate for breakfast for a airplane pilot by his left thumb. Sherlock's a consulting detective and Mycroft...is...everything," he explained.

Brandi raised an eyebrow and looked at Mycroft. "Everything?" she asked.

Mycroft rolled his eyes in disbelief. "I am not everything, Lestrade. I work a minor position in the British government."

Sherlock rolled his eyes this time and sighed. "He isthe British government, actually."

Brandi nodded slowly. "Okay."

Mrs. Hudson stepped in now. "Okay all of you," she said. She gave Mycroft, Sherlock, and John a sharp look. "There will be no deducing this poor girl, you understand me? Do not deduce her unless she asks. Understand me?"

The trio nodded and went back to eating. Soon everyone else went back to eating, except Brandi, who was studying the Holmes boys and sipping her beer. If they could deduce what she ate for breakfast, what could they tell her about her childhood? About how she grew up? Why she actually moved to London two years okay?

Brandi set her bottle on the table and crossed her arms. "Do it," she said to Mycroft and Sherlock.

They both looked up in surprise. "Excuse me?" Mycroft asked.

"Deduce me," Brandi elaborated.

"Oh god, here we go," John moaned.

Sherlock set his knife and fork down and sat up straighter in his seat. "I have absolutely no idea," he muttered before storming from the room and they heard his bedroom door slam shut.

Everyone turned to Mycroft who was rising from his seat. "Thank you for dinner, Mrs. Hudson," he said. "But, I think it's time I made my leave. Good night everybody."

The group remaining at the table mumbled there goodbyes as Mycroft left. They all sat in an awkward silence; sipping there beers or wines, or tea in Mrs. Hudson's case. Brandi glanced at John as he rose from his seat.

"Okay, I have to go check on Sherlock. You guys can let yourselves out. Nice to see you again, Brandi. I trust our date is still up for tomorrow night?" John said.

Brandi nodded. "Yes of course," she replied.

John gave her a smile. "Well that's good. Good night."

Once John had left, Brandi was the next one up. "Well I'm out of here. See you tomorrow Molly," she said nodding at Molly. "Uh, Greg, see you...whenever it is the next time I see you is."

Greg smirked. "See you later Brandi."

"Bye, Mrs. H," Brandi added before slipping out the door.

When she was finally back in 221C in her pajamas with a cup of tea and loading up Iron Man 2 on her dvd player, Brandi muttered, "Weirdest dinner ever."