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Samie set the kettle on the stove. She looked over her shoulder, someone was knocking on the door. Samie opened the door to see John Watson, smiling. "Hello. Uh, Mrs. Hudson asked me to give this to you." He held out a piece of paper.
"Ah, okay. Thanks." Samie looked up for a second. "Would you like to come in and have some tea?" She wondered. "Yeah, sure." John smiled, sitting down.
"So, the gunshots I keep hearing-" "Ignore them, trust me, I am working on it." John glanced down, he could hear Sherlock's violin.
"Who is that?" Samie set a cup in front of John, snapping him out of his thoughts. "You don't need to know, and if you met him, you'd never go near Baker street again." John admitted.
Samie paused, she held the sugar in her hand, then she turned and set it back down. "Are you alright?" John asked. Samie sat down and poured tea into her cup as well. "Yeah, I just didn't bring the sugar over. You don't take it, do you?" She cracked a smile.
"Huh-uh." John mumbled, drinking his tea. "How'd you know?" He narrowed his eyes, but still smiling. "Just an obvious deduction. Your personality doesn't really suggest you are accustomed to sugar in your tea." Samie stated, in a voice that had the hint of arrogance that Sherlock had had when John first met him.
"John? You look like you've seen a ghost, what's wrong?" Samie fretted. John blindly stood up. "Don't worry, I'll be okay. Thanks for the tea." He manage to get the last words out before closing the door.
Mycroft was sitting across from his brother, scowling, as usual. John hung his coat up, listening to the awkward silence.
"Evening, Mycroft." He mumbled.
Sherlock held his violin and bow, ignoring John. "Are you just going to ignore me and play that noisy thing?" John asked. "Well... I was going to shoot the wall." Sherlock sighed. "Hmm, something's wrong."
"What do you mean something's wrong? Nothing's wrong."
"Usually if you have tea with a 'nice' girl, I don't have to ask how it went. Also, you called my violin 'noisy', which you never do. Brilliant is the word you use mostly, so John, What happened?" Sherlock took in a sharp breath after the long moment of lacking air.
John sat in his chair, and rubbed the edge of his nose. "It was fine, she just caught me off guard."
Sherlock raised an eyebrow, Mycroft grumbled with annoyance, rolling his eyes.
"She sounds just like you at times." John finished. "Oh dear god." Mycroft gave a small gasp of tiredness. "Another you? And to make it worse, a woman!" He stood up, leaning on his cane.