The Holmes stared at the unconscious DI, before Sherlock sighed
" Come on, we have to move him to the sofa." he said moving to hoist Lestrade's legs.
His twenty-one year old niece raised an eyebrow at him " Why ? It's not we told him to pass out on the bloody floor." she said wrinkling her nose in distaste.
Sherlock rolled his eyes and answered tersely " Because if we leave him on the floor we'll have hell to pay with John."
Artemis' eyes widened slightly, before she moved to lift Lestrade's arms. With a maximum effort from Uncle and Niece, they managed to drop the poor man on the sofa.
"I suggest hiding before our dear Doctor. Watson comes home." she says already moving to the door, Sherlock thought for a second before following her out.
When John came home from work with take-away, ten minutes later, he nearly had a heart attack at seeing Greg lying on the sofa. Dropping the bags on the counter, he rushed to the DI's side and checks for a pulse, praying that his mad flatmate and equally mad niece haven't done their friend in. John blew out a breath of relief when he felt the steady beating of Lestrade's heart.
Pinching the bridge of his nose he yelled on the top of his lungs. " ? WHERE ARE THE HOLMES?!"
From downstairs Mrs. Hudson yelled back " Oh John, I saw them run to Artemis' flat, not ten minutes ago!"
John shouted his thanks before dialing Artemis' number "Get back here." he said between gritted teeth as soon as she picked up.
When the two Holmes walked back to 221b from 221c, John glared at them both before leading them to a very confused Greg.
"We're sorry for shocking you like that DI Lestrade." they said in a monotone.
Greg looked even more shocked to hear the great Sherlock Holmes apologize for something. Clearly John's presence is having an effect.
" Greg, meet Artemis, she's Mycroft's daughter and he sent her to live next door after she finished boarding school." John introduced the gave a false grin and waved.
"Wait...so Mycroft has a daughter?" he asked still processing this new information.
"You're right, these people are slow." she whispered to Sherlock and he nodded, thankful someone else besides Mycroft saw that.
Speaking of Mycroft, his irritating assistant 'Anthea' stepped into the flat, tapping away on her blackberry. Both Holmes rolled their eyes at her appearance, Anthea lifted her head for second then turning to Artemis, she said
"Your dad wants you to meet him tomorrow night at the Royalè." still not taking her eyes off her phone.
Artemis rolled her eyes and grabbed the device out of the older woman's hands, and said sarcastically
"Well tell his highness, I have a phone. If he wants to talk to me or make plans, he's free to give a call or send a message."
Anthea huffed and snatched back her phone when it was offered.
" Fine, I will Elanor." she said bitingly. Artemis' grey eyes hardened
"Don't you have to crawl back into whatever government hole you came out of, Andrea ?" she answered just as hotly.
Shooting the younger woman a glare, Anthea stalked out the flat.
" Wait, her name is Andrea?" John asked as she left. Both Sherlock and Artemis gave him 'your-an-idiot' look.
Lestrade finally stood up and excused himself from 221b. Walking out to his car, Lestrade shook his head thinking to himself 'Good luck John, your going to need it.'