Okay, so we haven't lost Internet. . . yet. So I decided to update, since I don't know when my next chance will be. (We're cleaning rooms and going on a mini-vacation at the end of the week.)So here's the next installment of Snow.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock.
Once they arrived, John immediately went to Holmes' desk. Kailey stood a bit uncertainly in the middle of the room, taking in her surroundings.
John was starting to open one of the droors when Mrs. Hudson walked in. "Hello John. I have groceries. Why, who's this?"
"Kailey. She's a witness in a case." He felt a bit embaresed, since he forgot to take her coat and everything.
"Oh really?" She asked as she shook the girl's hand. "I was on jury duty once; thee was a witness who looked just like you. Except she wasn't very convincing, or at least I thought so, I don't know about-"
"Mrs. Hudson, where'd you put the groceries?" John asked from the kitchen.
"On the counter; they're right there in front of you." Mrs. Hudson shuffled into the kitchen to point out where they were. "I bought some extra milk 'cause I knew you two would be needin' some."
Kailey started to take off her coat.
"Thanks Mrs. Hudson," said John.
"Your welcome John." The landlady started to leave. "It was nice meeting you dearie," she said to Kailey and left.
"That's Mrs. Hudson." John said. "She's the landlady."
"She likes to talk." Kailey observed.
"Yeah, she does that. Can I, uh, take you coat?"
"Sure." She handed it to him.
He hung it up on the coat rack, which leaned precariously under its weight.
"Do you want to help?" he asked.
"With what?"
"Finding information for Sherlock."
"Oh. Okay."
Hey sat down on the floor next to his desk. John re-opened the droor.
"He said to pull anything that had to do with cooking."
Kailey furrowed her brow. "Cooking?"
"Yeah. But, that's Sherlock. He's always doing weird stuff around the flat."
"Like what?"
So John told Kailey stories of most of the 'weird stuff" that went on on the apartment. She thoroughly enjoyed it.
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