JOHN'S POV
About ten minutes later, after Bree and Sherlock had stomped off rather pompously, I saw Bree walking down the stairs towards the doors. That either meant that Sherlock had figured out who had spray painted the graffitti, Sherlock had made her cross, or Bree had gotten bored. So basically, nothing good was bound to happen. I swear Bree and Sherlock would be the end of me, they were always so dramatic and it was really starting to put a toll on me. All they did was run around bothering the people around them, it made no sense at all! They were like bloody children! It was annoying, but I'd learned to live with it, after all one was my sister and the other was my best friend. There wasn't really any way of getting away from that. Besides, they needed me, without me they would have been dead a long time ago. Abrielle was just so reckless and Sherlock was just as danger prone, wherever they went danger followed. If Sherlock hadn't met him he would have been dead the moment he followed that cab driver. And Abrielle would have died at the age of fourteen when she had decided to set that plastic bottle on fire. It was with my help that I stopped the nonsense that was her boredom and stopped her from setting a house on fire, trapping her inside it. I was their guide, someone that lead them out of danger. Yet, dear god I felt like their bloody mother sometimes! They were young and dumb, though, don't let Sherlock know I told you that he'd flip. I knew they didn't mean to but sometimes they left me behind like today for instance. It was like I hardly mattered at all to them, like I was just another idiotic human being. Yes, I wasn't Sherlock Holmes smart, or even Bree smart, but at least I can tell when someone is hurt. I was a Doctor, I knew things. Yet, they treated me like the lowest of the low. And it really pushed my buttons! Just because you weren't a genius didn't mean you needed to be treated like a school child! It was like they were mocking me when they left me behind, just rubbing in the fact that they were superior to me. I wanted to help at times such as these yet I was left behind to stand around and do absolutely nothing until they felt like showing up.
Alright, rant over now. I feel much better after all of that. Sherlock and Bree really pushed me to the limit and having a little rant to pass the time was always entertaining enough. Yeah, I got cross, but I didn't really feel that way about them. That was just the anger talking, no really, I loved them both so much. They were my family, my genius little sister and my sociopathic best friend. Speaking of Sherlock, and his sociopathic tendencies here he was now, a very curious frown set plainly on his lips. He was confused which was never a good sign, something happened, and I was going to figure it out eventually. I wasn't a genius, but I was smart ... at least I thought I was.
"Abrielle's outside waiting for us." I said to the detective, looking over towards the windows where Bree stood outside leaning against the glass wall. Something happened between the two that much was obvious. The question was what?
"Interesting." Sherlock stated, his eyes glazed over in thought as he stared straight ahead at nothing in particular.
"She was smiling about something ... what did you do?" I inquired immediately assuming that Sherlock had done something to make her smile like an idiot. He obviously hadn't fallen out a window like she had formerly wanted, as he was right here in front of me, so what else could have happened to cause Abrielle to smile that much. When she was little she never smiled, NEVER. In fact I don't think she has ever smiled more in her entire life then she had been smiling since her arrival. For some reason or another, Sherlock made her smile, the real mystery was what was he doing that was so entertaining?
"Interesting." Sherlock stated again, not even moving from his previous position to make eye contact with me. Something was wrong with Sherlock, that didn't even make sense as an actual reply. He was repeating himself as if he was thinking of something, perhaps he wasn't even listening to me. Something was bothering Sherlock, and somehow for some reason Bree found it funny. I had no idea what, why, or how. But I knew Sherlock was the cause of it all, and whatever he had done to make himself confused and Bree happy.
"Um, did I miss something?" I questioned, looking at him with a raise of my eyebrows, hoping that he'd tell me if I asked.
"Nothing happened. That's one interesting sister you have there." He said finally snapping out of his gaze, to look me in the eyes.
"Are you alright? Did she break you? Why do you keep saying the word interesting?" I asked, trying to figure out why in the world my sister could ever be interesting to the amazing Sherlock Holmes. She was plain, well as plain as an eccentric genius could be. She was just like me, there wasn't anything overly exciting about her that could intrigue Sherlock, not at all! So what was the fuss all about?
"I'm fine John. In fact I'm brilliant." He said, a huge smile resting on his face.
"Ok, my sister did something, because this is not the Sherlock I know." I replied, looking at Sherlock with the tiniest bit of worry. I think my sister honest to god broke him. He was too cheerful, and too distracted. Something happened in that room, and the result was a human Sherlock, who'd have thought that all I needed to do to humanize Sherlock Holmes was bring my sister over to the flat. If I had known that I would have invited Bree to stay with us much sooner than I had. No, yeah, no I wouldn't have Sherlock was great the way he was. No matter how rude and prickish he may seem. Yet here he was acting like a ray of sunshine, and no one but my sister to blame. What could she have possibly done to change Sherlock into this joyful mess?
"Your sister isn't ordinary John. She isn't boring! This is fantastic!" He exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air in joy as he did a little jump up in the air.
"Alright ... um, I'm lost. Why is that a good thing?" I replied, looking at him in total and utter confusion. Why was my sister 'not being boring' such a good thing, even I could tell you that, it wasn't that hard to figure out. She loved adventures and experiments, and looking at dead things. Nobody that was sane could ever like that kind of stuff, yes Bree wasn't normal, so what? Shouldn't he have known that by now?
"She's a genius, John. She isn't an idiot, she's a mystery, John! Someone with secrets that I get to figure out! Oh, I like her!" He stated, looking at me with the widest smile he could possibly muster. Abrielle was certainly a genius, I mean she ran around reciting the periodic table and the greek alphabet at the age of six. She was the smartest of the smart, and not even Sherlock Holmes, another one of the smartest people in the world, could figure that out himself? Sherlock was getting slow, that was for sure.
"Glad to know that you found yourself a playmate, now can we leave?" I asked, very much bored of the now dull conversation. Abrielle was a genius, she was happy, nothing was new. Just because Sherlock was confused of the not so new information, meant absolutely nothing to me. I was ready to go back to the flat, and after looking outside, i was clear that Abrielle did too. And no one made her wait. Making Bree wait for a long time, meant hell for whoever caused the wait. I knew that from experience and from the the not so relaxing holiday that we took to Disney world when she had been seventeen. After waiting for two hours to get on the same ride she finally snapped and ended up getting us kicked out. She hated waiting, and there was no way in hell that I wanted to be on the bad side of her, therefore we leave now and maybe she won't try to break any of our limbs.
"Fine, if you insist." Sherlock replied, rolling his eyes at me. Rushing past me as I neared the door. We walked out, Abrielle glancing up at us as we did with the widest of smiles. It was almost like she enjoyed our company, which was odd because she hated social interaction. She was alright with it for a little bit, but after a while she got antsy. It was like she didn't mind being around Sherlock, which I didn't know if I that was a good thing or a bad thing.
"Ah, you finally decided to make an appearance." Abrielle replied cockily, her crystal eyes lighting up at my small scowl. Yes, she was being annoying, so naturally I frowned at her.
"Sorry for the long wait Bree. Sherlock here was busy fangirling over the fact that you're a genius apparently." I explained, gesturing my head towards the bemused detective.
"Oh really. Glad to know that I've made an impression." She said, giving Sherlock a playful smirk.
"Oh trust me, you've done more than just that Miss. Watson." Sherlock replied, giving Abrielle the briefest of smiles.
"Wow, I'm flattered Mr. Holmes." Bree exclaimed, fanning her hand on her face playfully as if she were holding a fan.
"Can someone please explain what is going on? A half an hour ago you couldn't even be in the same room without arguing with each other, and now my sister is one of the best things in the world!" I stated, jumping into the flirty conversation. About thirty minutes ago they couldn't stand each other, and now they were flirting?! What was wrong with them? What happened in that room that could cause them to react in such a way? Sherlock better not have kissed her or something stupid like that, because if he did I swear to god I would kill him! If it wasn't a kiss, and hopefully it wasn't, then what was it?
"Nothing much happened, I totally proved that I'm smarter than Sherlock, and solved part of the graffiti mystery. But other than that you didn't really miss much." Abrielle explained to me, sighing dramatically in boredom. Abrielle was always the drama queen, that much never changed. She was always the actor, the person to have a fit to make a point, or pretend to be hurt to get out of trouble. In fact I remember her walking into my room one night after dinner when she was around four and I was around nine, and she said quite simply that she had taught herself to fake cry and that if I ever tried to tell mum she'd use it against me. Four year old Abrielle was a scary Abrielle. I didn't get away with anything after that, it always one fake sob after another. Abrielle and her drama, that's how it always was and that how it would always be.
"Show off." Sherlock mumbled, only further proving my statement right. Abrielle and her drama filled tendencies.
"Why thank you, I certainly try." Abrielle replied, giving us a mock curtsy.
"So wait ... you solved the case?" I questioned looking at her as she raised from her previous position, looking at her in confusion. The whole case? And in under an hour too! That was a new record, she even beat Sherlock's record of fifty two minutes and seven seconds! That was fantastic! Yes, it was show offy and very much dramatic, but it was amazing all the same. My own sister beating Sherlock Holmes at his own game! I never thought I'd see the day!
"No, she solved some of the case. And clearly it was nothing of importance." Sherlock corrected, looking at Abrielle with what could only be placed as jealousy.
"Yep, sure, nothing of significance my arse. I figured out who the message was intended for, how the intruder got into the building, and the general jobs and make up of both people, while you just stood there like a statue and did absolutely nothing." Abrielle explained, looking at him with a somewhat amused expression on her face. My sister, the spoiled princess that turned into a manipulative, demanding queen. There you go ladies and gentlemen, no more needed to be said.
"Alright, so what did you come up with?" I questioned, looking at my little sister in curiousity.
"It was intended for a Mr. Van Coon, which means if we can find this poor guy he'll most likely lead us straight to the intruder." Abrielle stated, looking at me in a very serious, very said and done way. Sherlock may be the brains of our little gang,and I may be the Doctor, but Abrielle was our queen. The person who told others what was what and how to do it no exceptions. She was intelligent and cunning and fit to rule the world. She was our queen and there was no saying no to her ever. That was that, no questions asked.
"So, is that where we're going next ... to Van Coon's house I mean." I asked, looking at her expectantly as if waiting for orders.
"Yep. There aren't many Van Coon's in the phonebook which means it should take us a good five or ten minutes to get there." Bree replied, explaining the situation to me quickly and efficiently, walking quickly back the way we came. Abrielle was at the top of her game, and there was no doubt that they'd find who did this and quickly with her help. I loved having Bree back it was like old times all over again, except this time I'd win this little sibling rivalry of ours. This time I'd beat her at her own game, and this time I'd win!
