Sherlock was having a horrible day. No, not horrible. Horrible was a terrible description for a day. There is sublime, there is devastatingly ordinary. But today, ugh it might as well be as plain and boring as such a description as horrible.

There was no case, as all three had been solved this morning, no movements on Moriarty that he had been able to find, John was out doing the shopping and Mrs. Hudson was out at the train station collecting someone or other. It was all so ordinary and boring and it wasn't like he could shoot or spraypaint the wall again. Although…. No. John had already been quite cross at the 200 quid increase of rent due to his redecoration. Although he could re organize the bookshelves to a way the old masters did during the Dark Ages plagues.


Abigail Hudson was quite through with the Kings Cross station for the day. It was time for lunch and her first herbal soother for the day and she had quite a bit of packing to do still indeed. She had decided to take young Doctor Watson's advice and was packing to stay with her sister in Washington for a few months time. It had been ages since she had left London and felt the need for a bit of distance. Not that she trusted the boys above to behave. Which is why her wonderful niece was coming to stay for the time, at this, Mrs. Hudson was brought out of her musing at the sight of Hannah.

It had been ages since she had seen the young woman but it took mere moments for her to be recognized. "Auntie! It has been so long since I have seen you!" Abigail felt the tall girl wrap her arms around her and responded in kind.

"Seven years is a bit of a while yeah?" She took in the sight of her niece, too thin by the looks of her although well developed since last she had seen her, her dark hair much like her own used to be and down to her shoulders. "You look like your Mum did when she was your age, although I would never guess you were twenty-two by the way you hold yourself, you come off quite worldly for someone so young."
Hannah let out a bark of laughter, "I appreciate that Auntie, but I will have you know I am twenty-three now." Wrapping her arm around a backpack and the other through her aunts arm, "so tell me about these boys you are going to have me be supervising, will it be interesting at least?"


"Mycroft I am far too busy to be chasing down someone with a box of uranium, I find that to be quite dull. Besides, I heard that BlueBell has gotten loose again and I must help his family locate him. You know how attached children can be to their pets," Sherlock spoke with a hint of venom in his voice. "Don't make me order you Sherlock, I will find a way to," Mycroft turned to John who had just come in from the shop down the road. "Get through to him this time, quite important."

John had dropped the bags on the kitchen and pointed to the fridge as Sherlock glanced his way, "nothing in there this time that will give me heart failure?" Sherlock rolled his eyes, "heart failure is boring John, I need something much more than that to get my mind working at all." John rolled his eyes and shrugged off his coat.

John rolled his eyes as he heard Sherlock slam his bedroom door shut and Mycroft stomp down the stairs and waited for it to slam. When it didn't he peaked out the kitchen door and saw Mrs. Hudson turn to him with wide eyes. "What in the world was that about dear? Old Mycroft isn't the way I wanted to introduce Hannah to you all, he isn't very charming I am so sorry dear," she said to someone John couldn't see. "I'm sorry but- Hannah?"

John saw a friendly face peek around the corner of the stairs, "Hello Doctor Watson, I am going to be staying below you all for a while since Auntie has decided to go on holiday, better than trying to find a flat right away for work anyway." Hannah walked around the stairs and waved with a small smile, "she said you lot upstairs couldn't be trusted alone."

John found himself laughing despite what was said, "oh thank you for that Mrs. Hudson but didn't Sherlock say that London would fall if you left Baker Street?"

Hannah turned to her aunt at the words and smiled before turning back to John, "Hudson is leaving, Hudson is coming. Alas the reign so shall continue." "That was a bit over the top dear," Mrs. Hudson said softly, barely hiding her laughter. "It felt a bit over the top didn't it? Mind if I take a tour of the place? I'm famished and could use a quick shower, there was a smelly woman in front of me on the train and I feel like I will start having cartoon-like vapors coming off me soon."

With a wave to John good-bye the elder Hudson took the younger inside.


"So Sherlock is the one I need to be concerned mostly about then?" Hannah said seriously to her aunt. After a quick order of curry had been placed and eaten, Mrs. Hudson spelled out exactly what would be needed during Hannah's time there.

"He is dear, he is always dashing about and John normally goes with him but sometimes he needs help making sure there isn't a stash of anything anywhere. It is easier with two people and I am sure you can work a lot faster than I can. He will make a good amount of noise, I don't think he keeps regular hours anymore and there is always a lovely Detective Inspector that comes 'round once in a while and requests his help."

Hannah gave her aunt a weak smile, "is he friendly at least?" Before Mrs. Hudson could respond there was several feet stomping on the stairs and banging on the door above. "Sherlock! I need you in Brighton, found another decapitation that I need you to look at." The voice sounded older and haggard but friendly, it carried down the stairs and left Mrs. Hudson rolling her eyes and gesturing her niece to the door.

Both women looked up the stairs to see DI Lestrade looking up at the ceiling and looking like he was counting to himself in order to maintain his temper. Mrs. Hudson cleared her throat and startled Lestrade out of his musings. "Sorry dear, I just wanted to introduce you to my niece who will be here for a while when I am gone on holiday."

The DI approached Hannah with a tired smile on his face. "'Ello. Sorry about the noise. When Sherlock locks the door sometimes I have to shout. Hope he won't cause you much trouble," he said with a smile and a quick run through his graying hair. Hannah smiled and stuck out her hand to shake. "Hannah Margaret Hudson. At your service." The somber detective earned a few more lines of his face when he smiled, "Detective Inspector Gregory Lestrade."

"Ah Lestrade, let's go. Sorry about the door, had a few eyeballs that needed pickling," a tall and railthin man came down a few steps, just a few above everyone else. "Looking between yourself and this young thing I think that you have a relation coming to stay with you Mrs. Hudson. Recently to London by the way she dresses, bit homey to be a Londoner and smells like… train. Must have been the one o'clock at Kings Cross by the time you have arrived here. Some sort of writer or blogger or something. Mainly working with your hands, but that could also be some sort of photographer based on the smell of printing paper used mainly in large-print print shops. Plus you are wearing quite comfortable shoes which indicates that you spend a lot of time on your feet which would tell me you take more photos rather than print but you are most likely someone who refuses to let anyone touch your work from film to frame. Sorry but must dash, have a wonderful holiday Miss Hudson and Mrs. Hudson the rent check is under your mat," Sherlock said with a sneer.

Mrs. Hudson turned to Hannah with a quick smile, "I will see you when I get back dear, Hannah is staying while I am on holiday. Good luck with your decapitation!"

Sherlock looked at Mrs. Hudson's tiny frame strolling back into the house and turned to look at Hannah. "Blast!" He said as he whirled away and out the door. "Forget the Queen, God save us Detective Lestrade," Hannah said with a small laugh and gently patted him on the back as Lestrade strolled out the front door with a smile on his face.