Eve sat boredly on the couch, staring at the wall across from her, analyzing the bullet holes in it. It was amazing what Sherlock could accomplish when he was bored. She was pulled from her thoughts, however, by the sound of her phone going off in her pocket.

Hello dear. -JM

She stared at the text for a while with a raised eyebrow, before quickly dismissing it as a wrong number; no one besides Mycroft and Sherlock knew she was back in London. Suddenly, Eve heard the door open downstairs, and the sound of hurried footsteps up the stairs. Sherlock burst into the flat and immediately sped past his sister, before locking himself in his bedroom. John was next to come into the room, but instead sat in the chair across from Eve. "What happened?" she asked him, somewhat in concern. John sighed "A crazed bomber trying to blow people up. You know, a typical night" he said with a small smile. Eve smiled and pulled her knees up to her chest "I saw your blog" she told him, gesturing to his laptop. "Oh?" John raised an eyebrow "And what'd you think of it?"

Eve smiled "It's good. Much better than Sherlock's 240 types of tobacco" "243" John corrected with a laugh, before sniffing the air of the flat curiously "Have you been smoking?" he asked her. She sighed and nodded "Unfortunately. The nicotine patches aren't exactly working for me" Eve said, closing her eyes and resting her forehead on her knees. "Your brother's got a three patch problem. Maybe you've got the same" John suggested. Eve nodded and looked up, scanning the room over again "Sherlock's still got his violin hm?" she said, her eyes catching the instrument that lay by the window. John nodded and looked over at the violin, before turning back to Eve "Do you still play?" he asked curiously. Eve simply smiled and stood, walking over to the violin and picking it up, beginning to play a few notes.

Soon enough, those few notes evolved into a familiar melody; one that John recognized Sherlock having played. Eve closed her eyes and immersed herself in the music, so much so that she didn't notice Ms. Hudson enter the room and sit beside John, both of them watching Eve play with smiles. When Eve finished playing, both John and Ms. Hudson applauded her, and Eve gave a small bow. "Bach's Sonata in G Minor" Sherlock said flatly from the other side of the room, making Eve jump slightly at his sudden presence. "I thought you stopped playing the violin" Sherlock said, walking over to her. Eve sighed "I suppose I just can't forget how to play it" she said with a small shrug, handing both the bow and violin over to her brother, who took them sharply from her grasp. "You've been smoking" he told her, playing a few idle notes on the instrument. Eve sighed and was about to respond, when her phone went off again.

Quite like your brother, aren't you Miss Holmes? –JM

Eve stared down at her phone, before angrily shoving it in her pocket. Sherlock raised an eyebrow at this action, observing his sister. Just as he was about to speak, Eve raised her hand to stop him "Sherlock Holmes, don't you dare analyze me" she said sternly. Sherlock stood there for a moment in silence, staring into Eve's eyes before turning his back to her and playing a song he'd memorized as a child. John raised an eyebrow at this scene and looked over at Ms. Hudson, who simply shrugged and, hearing the doorbell ring, went to go and answer the door. Eve sat across from John, both vacantly listening to Sherlock play as ascending footsteps were heard. "Mycroft" Sherlock greeted without turning around. At hearing the name, Eve stood and turned quickly to face her eldest brother, who stood in the doorway. "Sherlock. John. Evangeline." Mycroft nodded to each, walking into the room.

Sherlock played a quick, sharp note before lowering the violin and spinning on his heels to face Mycroft "To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?" the detective asked with a completely false smile. Mycroft sighed and glanced at Eve for a moment.

"It's concerning your latest case. The bomber"

"What about it?"

"You need to stop him before someone else is killed"

"I can't stop him until I've finished his little game"

"He's killed people"

"Yes, that's what murderers tend to do"

"Sherlock, for God's sake –"

"Alright ladies, calm yourselves" Eve interjected as her brothers' voices rose, causing both of them to turn and glare at her. "Stay out of this Evangeline" Mycroft said strictly, before turning back to Sherlock. "Normally I would, but considering you two are at each other's throats, and that certainly won't help anything, I feel as though I need to intervene here" Eve continued, much to her brothers' displeasure. Sherlock gave an agitated sigh, and looked back to Mycroft "Fine. Yes, dear brother, I will indefinitely catch this man before he kills again. Now, if that's all…" he trailed off, turning and staring out of the window, his attention once again focused on playing his violin. Mycroft looked over at John "Perhaps you can talk some sense into him" he said quietly as he walked past the doctor. John sighed "No promises" he returned, his gaze flickering over to Sherlock occasionally.

Mycroft turned in Eve's direction as he was about to descend the stairs "Always a pleasure seeing you Evangeline" he smiled. "Eve. Just call me Eve." she responded with a slightly smaller smile. Mycroft chuckled under his breath and left the flat, Sherlock watching his brother out of the window as Mycroft slid into the awaiting black car and sped off. "So what was that about then?" Eve asked, more so to John than Sherlock. John leaned in closer to her "Mycroft's… rather impatient when it comes to needing Sherlock to do case work" he said quietly. Eve nodded and glanced over at her brother, who was still expressionlessly playing what she assumed was one of Sherlock's own compositions. Eve drummed her fingers on the arm of the couch absent mindedly, before reaching into her pocket and looking at the two texts she'd received earlier. "JM…" she muttered to herself in confusion. "JM?" John asked, raising an eyebrow. Eve looked up and him and shook her head slightly "Nothing" she dismissed, putting the phone back and instead taking out a cigarette. She turned and headed for the stairs, before Sherlock's voice stopped her "You can smoke here if you'd like" he said, putting the violin down.

Eve turned and raised an eyebrow "Aren't you off cigarettes?" she asked. Sherlock shrugged "Yes. But I'm fine." He said quickly. "Sherlock, it'll tempt you" John said sternly. "No it won't. I'm fine." Sherlock protested. Eve looked over at John for approval, sticking the cigarette between her lips "Alright, go ahead" John dismissed. Eve lit the cigarette and exhaled smoke, which Sherlock raced over to inhale. Eve opened her mouth to say something, but Sherlock quickly interjected "I'm not tempted. I also don't know where John's hidden them" he said lowly, and Eve smiled widely at John. "You mean the great Sherlock Holmes, the world's only consulting detective, can't find a pack of cigarettes in his own flat?" she said, feigning surprise with an underlying tone if amusement. Sherlock rolled his eyes "Just shut up and smoke"