A/N: Late update I know, but Christmas… disease… a horrible writer's block… pure laziness... school. Wish more could review… Last chapter was "The drama queen…", John and Raven got kidnapped and stuff by Mycroft- real fun.

…And his brother

The black car had driven off to God knows where the moment they had closed the doors, nearly rolling over John's feet in the process. Standing on the pavement outside 221B Baker Street, Raven looked over at where John's gun was hidden from the untrained eye with a feeling of unease roaming inside her. Was this Sherlock Holmes really who he said he was? Was he really that clever? John, noticing her unease, tried to calm her with a reassuring smile as he knocked on the door. He probably thought it was because of the gun.

An elderly woman opened the door and smiled motherly, "John, come on in! Oh, you must be freezing, it really is cold outside today." She shooed them in before noticing Raven and smiled warmly. "You too, dear." When the door closed behind her, Raven nodded towards the landlady, "Thank you, I'm Raven… Maybe we'll see each other again." Smiling, the landlady turned and walked through a door, probably connected to her own apartment.

"That was Mrs. Hudson, by the way. Landlady, not house keeper." John's eyes lit up at his words before walking up the stairs. Figuring it probably was something Mrs. Hudson uttered often, Raven followed the blonde doctor up the seventeen stairs to 221B with a small smile.

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221B Baker St. had been a loud flat ever since the consulting detective moved in. It was never truly quiet there, whatever your ears may say. The day the detective moved in was also the day the flat was first attacked by deafening thoughts so loud and chaotic. Even when he was not there, echoes of the genius's thoughts bounced of the walls, never letting the small flat of 221B Baker Street rest. The noise had nearly doubled the moment the strange detective arrived at the flat with a pink case and it had only increased since then. The man had settled on the small couch, head resting on a pillow, eyes closed. It almost looked as if he were asleep for a second. Of course the erratic genius could never rest during a case, his thoughts were simply too loud.

"Mrs Hudson! I need your phone!... Now, please!" No answer. Sighing incredibly loudly, the dark haired detective reached for his phone and texted none other than the blonde military doctor.

Baker Street.

Come at once if convenient - SH

Waiting several minutes (or at least it felt like it) he sent another message.

If inconvenient come anyway - SH

Throwing the phone towards the table he laid down on the couch. The sleeve of his left arm was rolled up to his elbow and two nicotine patches were plastered upon the pale skin. Two seconds crawled by and a third patch joined the other two. Relaxing, he retired to his mind palace until John came back after meeting Mycroft. He really should start minding his own business.

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The stairs creaked as she stepped on them, announcing their arrival to the man Raven had wanted to meet. John opened the door, looking like he was stepping into unknown territory. He was. For some unknown reason it was hard to remember he had just met Sherlock. Cautious of her steps she threaded into a quite messy apartment, rivalling her own chaos in her bedroom (at least she managed to keep it in one room).

John stiffened after steeping into the room, the reason being none other than the fact that a man (who Raven presumed was Sherlock) was lying on the sofa… looking high. "What are you doing?" John's voice was stern as he limped into the apartment.

"Nicotine patches… Helps me think." Sherlock, not even bothering to turn his head, showed his arm to the two of them. Raven noticed how John relaxed the moment he saw them, but deciding they may want some privacy, her eyes quickly travelled other places, tuning out the conversation between the two men. Raven had always liked to stay in the background, invisible of sorts. She overheard bits of it; impossible…smoking habit…breathing's boring…three patch problem…other side of London…text…desk…number…text.

She walked over to the mantelpiece and stared curiously at the skull sitting next to the letters stabbed with a knife. Interesting decorations… "Sherlock!" Raven turned. "Did I just text a murderer?" Completely ignoring the question, Sherlock said, "Why is she here?" Before John could say something, she answered, "Why don't you deduce it?" Her voice was low, daring even. The dark haired man stepped closer to her (somewhere along the conversation he had arisen from the sofa), his eyes gleamed with intelligence as they swept over her. Raven stared back innocently until Sherlock was done. He stepped back and turned around, losing interest in her at once. It was expected, but still disappointing.

John's phone began to ring. Sherlock grinned, his expression clearly screaming 'a bit not good'.

"John, we better get going. We can't let the murderer wait, now can we?"

Raven pulled out her phone and lost her scarf on the floor. "Oh, I almost forgot…" Her fingers ran across the screen as she tried to find whatever she had nearly forgotten about. Both of the men were looking at her. She did not look up as she continued. "Me and John got kidnapped by your archenemy... I recorded it." She smiled slightly before pushing play. The detective invaded her personal space, grabbed the phone from her and turned volume higher.

"Very clever what you did to get us here, with the cab and all that. But you could just phone me, on my phone…" Clothes rustled as they walked.

"Have a seat, Dr. Watson, miss Wilson"

"I prefer to stand"

Sherlock pushed the pause-button, gave her a look and fiddled with her phone for a moment longer. "What are you doing?" He ignored her question. Two seconds later he handed back the phone without a word. Quickly she looked through it, he had sent the audio tape to himself and that was it. She pocketed her phone as Sherlock left, with John stumbling after with a wave in her direction, "Sorry about that, Raven, show yourself out, will you? Got to run."

"Sure, no problem," she smiled and returned the wave. John's back disappeared and she was left alone. Noise filled the flat to the brink as Raven stood still, staring at the skull. Thoughts clashed together in furious crashes, but then she shook her head once and they stilled. The flat was remarkably quiet.

Raven exhaled and walked down the stairs, through the door and onto the street. During her walk home she looked behind her every now and then towards 221B. This couldn't be her last time seeing the detective, it just couldn't.

A/N: Just in case you didn't get it: Chapter A "The drama queen…", Chapter B "…And his brother"

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Beta Note: ...this could've been a bit earlier. Sorry, my bad.