And without further ado, may I present to you the red sports car driving not-housekeeper, Mrs. Hudson!
Disclaimer: Ain't nothin' changed since last time.
2.
Mrs. Hudson knew that something was brewing. Sherlock and John had both been quiet and subdued all morning. They had spoken in soft tones to each other occasionally, but otherwise, they'd both been pacing, shifting restlessly in their respective chairs, and drinking copious amounts of tea.
Sherlock was understandable. Goodness knew she'd seen him do much stranger things.
(Like drugging himself out of his mind a few weeks before just so he could get John's attention.)
But John being this agitated? Granted, with the horrible business of Mary dying, the poor man had been out of sorts more often than naught lately, but this was different.
And then the bell rang.
Looking toward the stairs, Mrs. Hudson hesitated. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see a satisfied smirk settle onto John's face and it made her wonder.
"Well then, I'll just go and get that."
When she opened the door, the last thing she had expected to see was Mycroft Holmes.
Scowling, she put her hands up against the doorframe, barring him from entrance.
"Mrs. Hudson, it would behoove you to let me inside. I must speak to my brother and the good Doctor."
"Last time you were in here I told you to get out of my home in no uncertain terms. Why should I let you back in now?"
Mycroft sighed, and for a moment, Mrs. Hudson could have sworn he looked like a lost little boy.
"I need Sherlock's help, and I don't think he'll give it to me unless I ask him here."
It was so bluntly honest for one such as Mycroft, that she found herself moving aside for him.
"Well then. Behave yourself and I suppose you can go talk to them. I do believe they've been waiting for you."
And then she was watching him make his way up the staircase.
My my. This might be pretty interesting. With a small smile of glee on her face, she followed him up the stairs.
And this is why I'm horrible at multi-chapter stories. I can never update anything regularly.
Next chapter, the aftermath of the explosion in the apartment.