I woke up with a start. Someone was screaming. It was Ebony. I bolted out of bed and threw on a robe. I raced across the room, throwing open my door as I hurried to get to her. I forced open her door and dashed next to her on the bed.

"What happened!" I asked her, trying to calm her down.

"I, I… I don't know! There was father, and you and…" She said, working herself up again. A huge slam came echoing throughout the house and we both jumped, startled. We left to go investigate, I dragged Ebony along behind me.

We walked into the living room, to see what the source was. Sherlock and Molly were standing in the room, Molly arguing with Sherlock.

"You don't go bursting into places like that, Sherlock!" she said, scolding him. They had run down at the noise.

"No, no… It's fine. I just had a… nightmare. That's all!" Ebony said. At this, Sherlock looked slightly disappointed, He looked sideways, and sighed slightly.

"Oh!" Molly exclaimed. "We thought someone was being murdered!"

"Apologies, ermm… Would you like some tea or something? Or…" I said.

"Yes, please! I mean, if it wouldn't be much trouble…" said Sherlock, looking at Molly

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I walked into the kitchen, followed by the others. I went about setting up the tea tray and set the kettle to boil. About 15 minutes later, we were all situated around the table sipping the lavender tea. I kept glancing around the table, making sure Ebony was okay, and looking at how Sherlock and Molly acted. I wasn't paying attention much to the conversation going on around the table until someone said my name. I almost spilled the tea, but caught it in time.

"Shea?" said Molly, "are you okay?" Everyone was looking at me.

"Ermm… Yes? Just tired. And I'm thinking." I responded. "At least I didn't have a nightmare !"

"We were just making sure that you were still alive!" Ebony said joking. She seemed much better now.

"Oh… Sorry?" I said quietly and went back to my tea.

The others resumed their tired chatter and I reached into my pocket of my robe and pulled out my mobile. The glowing display proudly announced that the time was 3:36 a.m. With a sigh, I shoved the phone back into it's place and slouched in my seat. I placed my now empty cup onto the table, and dropped my hands to my sides. Slouching even further, I realised that I'd never unplugged my phone. I looked underneath my chair, and sure enough! The charger plug was underneath it, dragging on the floor. Groaning, I stood up and marched away to plug it in. When I came back into the room, the adults (I consider Ebony an adult, and when I say adults in this instance, I do not include Sherlock) were talking of some plans for dinner.

"We don't have anything going on" I said as I sat down again. "Right, Eb?"

"Of course not! You just moved in and know absolutely nobody here except for myself and Molly." Sherlock interrupted.

"Sherlock!" Molly said. "I'm sorry girls. Maybe we should go… Would you like to come over for dinner sometime? Say...Next monday?" she asked as she stood to leave.

"It's quite alright!" Ebony said, referring to Sherlocks outburst. She's quite used to it... I thought to myself, laughing. "We would love to come over. What time?"

"Six." said the violinist as his wife shoved him out the door.

We had spent several days in our new house, playing with the idea of living by ourselves. The day before the dinner eventually came and I didn't remember going to bed, but I woke up drowsily in the morning with my phone going off. I picked it up and read the screen. GET UP it read. I got up and hurriedly got ready. Another day at work. We had to check out a couple suicides, but that was about it! The day passed by quick and painless, with no solved murders on my part. Well, painless for me. Can't say the same for the corpses (one of them died of overdose).

I got home and saw no sign of Ebony in the main room (she gets home before I do, after all, she works next door and I work a ways away). I knocked on her door and was met with a happy "Hello!" I walked across the hall to my room and face planted onto the bed. Then I realised that that wasn't the brightest idea in the world since I might have toxic chemicals on me so I went and cleaned up. I got out of the shower and checked the time. 5:15 p.m. Sighing, I threw myself back into my bed so I could sleep. I was just drifting off when my phone went off. I dazedly picked it up and read the text that had come in.

Dinner has been changed to 6:30. One of Mycroft 's men will come and get you and your sister at 6:00. He will be driving a short, black limousine. Be ready. Formal dress is required.

-SH

I walked over to Ebony's room and tossed the phone to her. "CAN he trust us? Well… let's go anyway!" I said to her. We had half an hour before we had to go.

We got ready quickly and got all set to leave. We both wore cocktail length dresses, partly because we forgot to pack the long ones, and because we didn't want the skirts to get stuck in the door (I have a bad reputation with that…). We ran outside, and it was raining. I sprinted back in and came out with our coats just as the car pulled up. We clambered inside and I still managed to get my skirt stuck in the door. At least it didn't rip!

About fifteen minutes later we pulled up outside of a beautiful building with a magnificent garden with roses spilling out everywhere. I walked up the brick pathway to the front door, careful on the trip on the uneven surface. Flowers and plants were literally everywhere, like someone planted it, then left it alone to grow however nature chooses.

We walked up the steps onto a magnificent light blue porch with a white, hanging porch swing to the side, facing outward. We looked around for a bit, then walked through the open door. There was a sign just inside, advertising the name of the restaurant.

"Do you have a reservation?" said the hostess.

"Ummm…" I said, and as I did, my phone chimed.

Ask for the Watsons' table.

-SH

"We're here to see the Watsons." I said.

"Oh! Right this way." Said the hostess, guiding us along as she walked. We walked up a flight of stairs to one of the upper levels. Sounds of people talking and glasses clinking were all around, but it wasn't obnoxiously so. We walked into a private dining room and inside there was a long table covered in a light blue tablecloth with a white one layered on top of it. A chandelier hung over the table, lighting up the room with a soft yellow light. Most of the chairs were full, and I didn't recognise most of the faces.

"Are we in…" I said as I turned to ask the hostess, but she had left. "the right place." I finished.

"Shea! Ebony!" said Molly, as she got up from her place at the table. "I was worried that you wouldn't show! What did Sherlock tell you? Did you make it here okay?"

"Yes, of course we did! Mr. Holmes told us that we were being sent a car, and that the driver would drive us here, and to wear formal dress and to 'ask for the Watsons' table,' and that's it!" Ebony told her.

"Oh! Okay! Umm… Well it's the Watson's anniversary and we've decided to surprise them dinner here and introduce them to you guys! Come, let's sit. They should be arriving soon." Molly said. We sat down, placing our coats on the backs of our chairs. I sat down next to Molly, with Shea on the other side of me. We had just got settled in our seats when in walked Mr. and Mrs. Watson, accompanied by a teenage boy. Omigosh he is so cute! is what immediately popped into my head. I jabbed Ebony with my elbow, making sure that I wasn't seeing things. She looked at me and grinned, obviously trying to keep from laughing at my reaction. Ignoring her, I turned away and started nervously trying to fix my hair and smoothing out my dress. It didn't help much, my dress was meant to be ruffled.

"That's Hamish, John and Mary's son. Want me to introduce you?" Molly asked.

"Ermm… was it that obvious?" I asked sheepishly. I looked down, embarrassed.

"It's fine. I'm just teasing you. That's a very beautiful dress, by the way."

"Thank you!" I replied. My dress was navy blue and had a silver crisscross detail around the bust. I smoothed the skirt down nervously.

The empty seats were soon filled the small squad of Watsons, with Hamish sitting right across from me. I kicked Ebony under the table, which made her jump. She responded with jabbing me in the shin with the heel of her shoe. I turned and glared at her.

"Hello, I'm Hamish." said a deep voice.

"I'm Ebony, and this is my sister Shea." Ebony said.

"What's it like, having a sister?" he asked.

"Well, it's nice to know that you have someone you can always talk to, and even though we fight sometimes, we still love each other." I replied. "Why do you ask?"

"I was born a twin, my sibling being a sister. She died when we were a couple months old."

"Oh." I responded. The air was filled with an awkward silence...well. As silent as it could get in a room full of chattering adults. Very awkward. Some of the food came in. A couple of people stood and gave speeches and such, but I wasn't really listening. I was mostly thinking about why Mr. and Mrs. Holmes had invited us to the dinner, it seemed a rather personal affair. I felt eyes watching me and I turned to look at the source. It was Sherlock, staring at me. Seconds later I felt my phone buzz.

Apologies for this awkward gathering, Molly insisted we invite you so you can meet everyone (she's also become rather fond of you girls). Also, she forgot that we had plans when we invited you.

-SH

I looked down at my plate of food and happily started eating, my stomach feeling rather happy as the meal of medium rare steak and au gratin made their trip south. But something about the potatoes tasted off… I took another bite just to see what was going on. My heart started beating rapidly and my mouth felt like it had turned into a river. The sacs of air that took up residence in my chest cavity stopped working and I felt as though I were about to die. I turned to tell Ebony that something was wrong but I ended up falling out of my chair instead.

The last thing that I remember of that night is Ebony calling my name and slapping my face, trying to get me to stay awake and almost throwing up all over her white lace dress before passing out.