Chapter 26

At Baker Street they had once again spent the night watching dvds. However this time Jay was crashed in Paint's bed and John, Chris and Paint were all in John's bed.

Paint was not used to this, so waking up with two legs weaved in with hers, a hand that wasn't hers tucked under her head, and another wrapped across her shoulders initially shocked her. However upon opening her eyes and noticing it was Chris facing her, she stopped panicking. When the other body wriggled behind her, rolled over and moved its arm off her shoulder and pulled one leg out from between hers, she remembered that John was there too.

She carefully detangled herself from Chris and got up. They needed more milk, and it would be best to purchase it before everyone awoke. She also wished to call Mycroft.

She dialled his number. "It has not been possible to connect your call, please leave a message after the tone."

"What the hell Mycroft?" was how Paint's answer phone message started, "You can't go having dinner with Gregory and then not answering when I try to call you about it! How am I going to find out if you kissed yet? You've gotta call me back soon I'm waiting."

When she returned with the milk there was still no one else up in the flat. So she made herself tea, picked up her Brecht book (the same as the one she'd bought Sherlock) and curled up in her chair with a cup of tea. Once the tea was finished she placed the cup on the floor and went back to reading. It was only a few pages before she fell asleep again. Which is how Chris found her when he finally got up.

He made he another cup of tea and then rewoke her, "G'mornin' Jay," he smiled, "Shuffle up."

So they sat together in Jay's chair, her reading aloud from the Brecht book, stopping every couple of lines to translate for Chris.

"You're phone's ringing," Chris called to Paint in the kitchen, she'd gone to make more tea, "Mycroft."

"Answer it and bring it to me then."

"Okay," Chris answered the phone, "Hello…"

"No."

"Erm, hello?" Chris repeated.

"Sorry, that's not Jay is it?" Mycroft asked.

"No, Chris, I'm on my way to her now."

"Oh sorry, again. But you should hear the message I woke up to on my answer phone."

"Ah Mycroft," Paint smiled, "What's bothering you?"

"No."

"No?"

"The answer to your message."

"Ah, you got my voicemail then, sorry."

"Is that a sorry about the message, or about me not kissing him?"

"Beides."

"Ah, wir sprechen Deutsch jetzt."

"Nur, ob du wollst."

"Then I'll go back to English then, if you don't mind. And I didn't kiss him but his kids seemed to think he should kiss me."

"I've never met his children, are they nice?"

"They're worse than Sherlock."

"Oh my gosh, they must be terrible."

"Not too bad, anyway, I've gotta call Mummy so, I need to go."

"Okay, Bye."

"Bye."

"What was that about?" Chris asked once Paint had hung up.

"Sorry I called him this morning to see how his date went, I say date, he had Christmas dinner with Gregory and his two children. His answer was to my voicemail."

"So what was the message?"

"What the hell Mycroft? You can't go having dinner with Gregory and then not answering when I try to call you about it! How am I going to find out if you kissed yet? You've gotta call me back soon I'm waiting."

"Ah I see," Chris replied, as John and Jay emerged from their respective rooms. Sherlock was again going to be the last to rise.

"I'm sorry to drink and dash, but I'm due back to my set today," Jay explained after finishing his coffee.

"Don't worry bro. You go ace this film," Paint smiled.

"I will, love you sis," Jay said kissing her cheek before leaving.

Just after Jay left Sherlock exited the room, dressed and ready to go, "We've got a case John, are you ready to go?"

"Erm yes. Just let me get my shoes," John replied.

"So it's just us again," Jay smiled.

"So it is," Chris answered before asking, "So how many of the sixth formers do you keep in touch with?"

"Erm a few. Emily, Andrew, Twinkle and Nicola," Jay replied.

"Twinkle?"

"Oh erm Jack," Jay clarified, "I forgot that I was the only who called him that."

"I never found out why you called him that?"

"He refused to stop calling me Broneisha. Which was really annoying."

"I have to say I'd agree, so you found an annoying nickname for him in return."

"Yeah, I'd already decided on it before I remembered that it was American slang for a gay person."

"Aah, could get awkward."

"He didn't mind."

They carried on talking about sixth form and reminisced until John and Sherlock returned having successfully solved the case.