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Previously: "Now, what are you doing in my flat?"

Long italics is their code.

"Um, Um, Um, I- I- I- We-" Emmaline stuttered. I stared at her. Usually she is the one who is the more dignified one with language and thinking things up on the spot.

"That's the thing Mr. Holmes," I started nervously, "we don't really know."

He lets us stand up, and as I am brushing off my knees I see him staring unblinkingly at me. I know immediately what he is doing and put up a mental wall to block the flow of thinking so that he doesn't get any more information that he already has.

His eyes widen slightly. But other than that he shown no other noticeable reaction and instead moves on to my sister.

"Okay! " I said in a tone I don't usually use. But hey what do you expect? I STILL haven't had food of any kind and that was his price to pay. "While usually I would absolutely love for you to use your Star Treck Vulcan mind powers to get all sorts of info about me and my sister. Honestly I would, I think it would be awesome any other time, but I am really hungry and this has been way too much for it only morning. So call Mycroft get a lie detector whatever just get me food and I will do whatever. Where's John? If there was a disturbance of any kind he would be right here with you and most probably about to go make a cuppa."

Wow, they were right. I was an absolute terror with no food. I was able to get all that out in one breath successfully stopping him in any way of making an interjection. "You may proceed." I say sarcastically to try to move this thing along.

"Who's John?" was the first thing he said.

I looked at him rather incredulously. "Where are you going later today?" I demanded. But before he could answer, Em tugged on her ear three times next to me. I look past Sherlock and see the riding crop on one of the tables by the door. "Are you going to the morgue, or have you gone already?"

Sherlock suddenly gives me a look that I really don't like. "Stay here." He says coldly. "If you move I will tie you."

I shot right back, "Oh kinky Sherlock, didn't know you were into those sorts of things." Em couldn't control herself for this one, she started snorting and tried to muffle them which only made her sound more like a suffocating seal.

He just ignored me and pulled out a cell phone and started quietly talking to someone on the other end. I sat down because of a wave of nausea from still not eating anything. As I zone out I drum my fingers on the floor to silently communicate with Em.

Em do this quietly so that he doesn't hear us.

What are we going to do- What if we got transported to another universe like in doctor who

How- By going through a mirror?

Well I don't know

Im bored

I know you are

Hungry

What are you doing

Did you figure it out yet

What are you tal-

"You know not being included in a conversation is very hurtful." Sherlock suddenly interrupted us with a smirk. "How do you still sound annoyingly sarcastic in code?"

"Well that didn't take long." Em mumbled

"No actually, it did. He was done with his phone call before I even finished telling you to be quiet."

"Your back was turned to him how could you possibly know that?"

I crack my knuckles with a mischievous grin the Cheshire cat would be proud of. "I simply listened. He stopped mumbling, which by the way I still heard every word, and he tried to stealthily sneak over to see our fingers as they drummed. He then started drumming on the wall to say pompously that he *cough* mostly figured out our code."

Just then Lestrade and Mycroft both walked into the flat of 221B.

" Oh hello Greg, Mycroft!" Em and I said fake cheerfully. Greg looked confused, while Mycroft… looked like if we didn't watch what we said the British government would rain down on us hard.

"Sherlock what is this?" Mycroft demanded making sure we knew that this was really inconvenient for him.

"We're girls Mycroft. You do know what those are right? You do work with Anthea do you not?" Em remarked.

"God not you too, I thought I only had to deal with that one being annoying." Sherlock stated in a huff.

It was hard to let Mycroft Holmes read me. I really wanted to cut him off but he needed to tell Sherlock that we really didn't know how we got here.