Okay so here's the third installment. :)

Chapter 3

Bright light shone down no my eyelids persistently. I opened my eyes and took in my surroundings. Gone were the dark green walls and files piled high on my desk, they were replaced by a yellow room with a beige couch and a medium TV. I sat up quickly and looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings until my eyes landed on a bright blue sticky note. I saw the lilting script of my twins writing. I sighed as I realized where I was. Molly's flat.

Tylara,

I went to work. Feel free to eat anything in the fridge. Sorry I couldn't stay, I was called in.

Love, Molly.

I got up, went upstairs and got dressed. Then I went to put my plan into action. I smirked as I thought about how surprised Molly would be. I let out a chuckle and left the flat. Catching a cab I went down to New Scotland Yard. After paying the cabbie I walked into the large windowed building. No one questions someone who looks like they know what they're doing. I strode in purposefully and walked right up to Lestrade's office. Greg looked up at me and gave me a confused look, seeing as we'd never met before. I walked over to him and held out my hand.

"I'm Molly's sister. Hi. Now about that party that she had called about last night."

"Wow wow, Hold on. What are You, doing in here? Who let you in?" Greg asked me in a superior way.

I glared at him halfheartedly. I was no ones underling.

"I let myself in. Now, back to the important matter. There has been a change of venue." I pulled out a map that had the park circled on it.

"It will now be held here. Oh, and it's for Molly, not me. Good day." I left the office without a backwards glance.

I could hear Lestrade's blubbering as he tried to come up with a response to what just occurred. I then hailed a cab and headed to 221B Baker Street. Upon arriving I realized I was about to meet the worlds only Consulting Detective. I'd dreamt of being as observant as he was but knew I'd never come even remotely close to his caliber. I smiled as I knocked on the dark Green/Black wood with the golden knocker. The door was answered by an elderly lady.

"Hello dear, and who might you be?" She asked.

"I'm Molly's sister Tylara. I was wondering if I could talk to Sherlock, John, and Mrs. Hudson." I replied.

"Speaking my dear girl. Oh and Sherlock and John are upstairs. Here, come in come in." She ushered me inside the building.

"Oh. Thank you. Uh, okay so I do believe Molly had contacted you last night?"

"Yes, she did." When she said nothing more I smiled.

I pulled out the map and showed her the park.

"Well there has been a change of venue concerning the 'party' she was going to throw me. Well, it's also for her now. She doesn't know. Can you still come?" I let out a little laugh as Mrs. Hudson giggled.

"Of course I can dear. I'd be delighted to."

"Thank you Mrs. Hudson."

I watched as she bid her farewell and went to go check her baking. I then turned to the stairs leading to the next flat. I smiled and climbed up, counting thirteen steps as I went. I knocked on the door and waited. The footsteps inside indicated two people . . . wrestling? For the door. The door was opened about an inch before another hand slammed into it abruptly closing me off from the happenings inside.

"NOPE! You can not come in with out answering this question!" I heard a man say.

I recognized Sherlock's voice from the phone.

"Sherlock, knock it off, what if it's a client?"

"Don't care! Now, if you want in answer me this. How many steps are there up to the flat? And no retracing! You cant turn around and count them." Sherlock yelled through the door.

I sighed.

"There's thirteen. Thirteen steps. Well fifteen including the two leading up to the front door. Can I come in now?" I asked.

Silence. I waited there on the stairwell patiently.

"How? How the hell?" I heard John whispering.

"I don't know. Let her in." Sherlock ordered John.

A moment latter the door slowly swung open. I smiled at the two men and made my way into the flat.

"Now, I wanted to ask if you guys could make it to this party I'm setting up for my sister. Molly already called, it'll be at the same time but at this park. And it's for her not me." I pulled out the map and showed the two men.

They just stared at me. I shook the map a little to draw their attention. John takes the map and scrutinizes it. Sherlock continues to stare at me. I had the uncanny feeling that he was deducing stuff from me. I shook of the invading feeling and looked around their flat. My eyes landed on the skull on the mantle. I smiled. John hands me the map back.

"Yes I do believe we can still make it." He says.

"Okay thanks." I turned to leave and chuckled under my breath.

Sherlock heard me.

"What? What's so funny?" He asks me.

"Oh? I just thought it was considered creepy and weird for someone to have a skull in their apartment, and I come here to see I'm not the only one." I left still smiling.

Later that night I placed the note on the fridge. It read:

Dear Molly,

I decided to go for a walk. Sorry for any inconvenience. Don't know when I'll be back, so don't wait up.

Love, Tylara.

I smiled as left the map indicating where I'd gone on the table in the sitting room. I then grabbed my laptop and a cab.

I had set up the decorations quickly. Balloons were tied to the two picnic tables I brought over by the bonfire pit. I had hung streamers from the trees and was setting up the speakers when my laptop dinged. I smiled and pulled up the live feed of the cameras I had set up in the flat. Molly had just got home from work. She set her bag on the table and looked around. I had no audio but I could see her calling for me. She reached the kitchen and read my not. 'Nonononononono' Fly off her lips. I laugh. She reaches for her bag and drags out her phone. She calls me and I sit there watching my phone vibrate on the table next to my laptop. She reaches the voice mail and I can see her shoulders sag in defeat. She gets a new determined look on her face and leaves the flat. I look up to see Lestrade leave the cab and make his way over to me.

"Hi. I thought we could use some refreshments." I laugh as he sets the case of beer on the table.

"Thanks Greg." I pull out the bag of chips, candy, and salsa.

"But you still forgot about the snacks." I teased.

We waited there for a few minuets and Mrs. Hudson arrived with Sherlock and John. I smiled as they made their way over to the bonfire I had constructed in the fire pit. When they were within hearing distance I explained what we were to do.

Molly arrived and I held back my maniacal chuckle. I clung to the tree branch and waited until she was directly underneath me. I leapt from the tree and screamed by her head. Her hands flew up and her elbow connected with my nose. She turned around to see me standing there my hands to my face, blood seeping between my fingers.

"Oh, My God. I'm So Sorry! Tylara! I swear I didn't mean it." She blubbered.

"I know. I know, Molly. I scared you. I was actually thinking that might happen but wanted to chance it anyway. Now if you'd please walk this way." I grabbed her arm making sure so as to not get my blood all over her, I led her to the tree surrounded bonfire. There everyone else leaped from their trees yelling surprise. (Well all but Mrs. Hudson. She was hidden behind a tree.) Molly laughed tears of joy streaming from her face. It'd been so long since she had an actual party. We chatted, ate, drank, and were basically just a group of friends being incredibly random. Everyone was quite weird when drunk. Towards the end I handed Molly a small box. She took it gingerly, and slowly unwrapped the parcel. She gasped as she saw the contents. Inside was a heart shaped locket I had engraved with the words Twins forever in both heart and soul. After that we all went our separate ways, taking cabs back to our respective homes. The ride back to Molly's flat was quite and comfortable.

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