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We walked about 15 feet, and walked up a few steps to shiny black door. I glanced back down the street, and then looked back at John and Sherlock, the latter whose eyebrow was quirked in a questioning manner. I smiled and shrugged, "I guess we're neighbors."
Sherlock blinked, turned back around, opened the front door, and walked through it. John gave me a look to say ignore him, and looked back from where we came. He asked, "Neighbors? Where do you live?"
I looked over his shoulder, standing on my tip toes, and pointed, "Right above the coffee shop. 230 Baker Street."
He turned around, a smile on his face. "Well, welcome to the neighborhood."
I smiled back, and went to kindly reply, when Sherlock appeared in the doorway again. "Are you going to make tea or not, John? If so, do hurry it up." With that, he disappeared into the building again.
John sighed, annoyed, and motioned for me to follow him, muttering about Sherlock having the ability to 'make his own bloody tea if he wants it so damn bad' the whole way up the staircase.
When we made it into the flat on at the top of the staircase, I was ushered to a chair to sit, and assured tea would be in my hands shortly. Sherlock was sitting across from me on a couch, legs crossed, pointedly staring at me.
After a few awkward seconds, I stared to look around the flat, actively ignoring the abnormal man. I must say, I was a little concerned about my safety when I noticed the bullet holes in the wall and the skull on the mantel, but I assured myself my uncle wouldn't work with a man he thought dangerous.
At least, I hope not.
I was sliding out of my coat when John came back into the sitting room with the tea.
He set the tea down, and helped me out the rest of the way from my coat, "Sorry, I forgot my manners for a second. Let me hang that up for you."
I smiled at him in thanks as Sherlock rolled his eyes and muttered, "Oh yes, yes, we mustn't forget our manners."
I coughed to hide my laugh, though from the satisfied look of Holmes' face, it did not fool him.
John came back over and poured us all a cup of tea, then sat down next to me. Both men stared at me as I brought the tea cup to my lips. I noticed before I took a sip at looked at them both, alarmed. "What? Oh god, you didn't poison this, did you?"
John laughed softly, "No, It's a new tea my mother sent me from her last trip to Spain, I was just curious as to how you liked it." He shot a look at Sherlock, "I'm not quite sure why he is staring at you, though."
Sherlock seemed to come out of a daze at this and shrugged his shoulders, looking away as he sipped his tea.
I turned back to John. "Well I'm American, so all teas pretty much taste the same to me." I took a sip, and nodded, "Though this is rather good. Thank you."
John smiled and nodded.
"So," John began after a few seconds, "I don't believe we ever asked your name, Miss Lestrade."
I smiled a bit over my cup, "Anais."
"That's a very unique name. And how old are you?"
"24, well, 25 this winter."
He poured himself another cup of tea. "What brought you from sunny America, to wet and cold England?"
I laughed and set my cup down on the table. "Besides the fact that I have always preferred 'dreary' old England to the 'sunny' states, I came for a job. Well, I came looking for one."
looked curious, "What do you do?"
"I'm an Anthropologist. Though, I also have my PhD in Sociology."
This seemed to get Sherlock's attention. "You have both?"
I raised my eyebrows at him. "Is that so hard to believe?"
He looked me dead in the eye and replied, "Yes."
I stared at his for a while before laughing, "It's true. People do have a hard time believing I have an IQ of 162 and graduated high school at 12."
Poor John started to choke on his mouthful of tea, prompting me to smack him roughly on the back. When he was done, he looked at me wild eyed. "12? 160? Dear God, You may be smarter than Holmes."
At Holmes affronted look, I inserted, blushing, "I doubt that. Besides, there are many different kinds of genius. Mine is school genius, Mr. Holmes' is…well quite frankly I've never me any one with his genius, so I suppose he's in a class all his own."
I looked up through my lashes to see a more comforted Sherlock Holmes.
I smiled at him, and went back to my tea.
Sherlock Holmes
Interesting.
That's all I have to explain this woman.
She's a Lestrade, so immediately I thought her a fool, just as her uncle. But, as much as I wanted for that to be the end of it, I had invited her in for tea! Why? I do not know. There is just something about her that I have yet to figure out, that intrigues me.
How is it someone so smart is able to blend in so well with the idiots and dunces in the world?
How did she complete her schooling so fast?
How does one have such beautiful eyes, with so much brightness in them?
Why is it that when she first looked at me on the street something low in my abdomen jolted?
Why do I feel my ears get hot when she complements me?
Why does this woman leave me, Sherlock Holmes, with more questions than answers?
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