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"I don't have time for you Margaret."

She folded her arms in displeasure. "Millie." She stressed. "You know I hate being called Margaret."

"Well it's your name, why would you want to be called by anything else but it?"

"Excuse me," The man — she learned his name was John — spoke up. "So she's your sister."

Sherlock turned in his direction continuing to speak rapidly, "Yes John please try to keep up."

John rolled his eyes. "Well excuse me it's just you've never mentioned a sister."

She laughed. "Don't be surprised, Mycroft and him don't bring up matters that aren't concerning in the present. But I think a formal introduction is in order." She stretched a hand out, he placed his in hers and they shook once. "Margaret Holmes — but call me Millie. I'm the middle child."

He smiled a little, but it faded and he appeared confused all over again. "So are you good at deducing like Sherlock?"

"Margaret is smart but not on the same level as Mycroft and I."

"So in simple terms a 'normal' Holmes sibling?"

Sherlock looked over to Margaret, his irritation gone and now regarding her with a blank expression. Finally, he answered, "No. Not in the least."