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Honestly this was getting quite tedious. I mean how many times are we going to answer the same bloody question? We have been at this for two freaking hours! But there was one good thing about this useless Q and A. We were in the time stream of A Study in Pink. In fact Sherlock was about to look at going to the morgue to aghem beat the recently deceased… well everyone needs a pastime.

"But they give the same answer every time!" Sher lock actually whined this as we looked at him in alarm.

Mycroft just gave him a look that clearly said, "I am so done with this."

I, for one, am really done with this conversation so I interjected on their heated argument.

"Look, all we know is that we walked out of the bathroom of OUR flat, and smashed into you in your hall way. Look we are still barefoot!"

"While that may be the case," Mycroft gazed loftily at me, "how do you know of your deducting abilities? Are you a spy from another nation?"

"Yes Mycroft," Em and I immediately start to drawl," we broke into your brother's flat and decided to impress him in our sleeping clothes because that would get us information for our nation."

I think Sherlock is about to have an aneurism.

"Mrs. Hudson!" Sherlock bellows down the stairs.

"Oh really Sherlock what is it now?" poor Mrs. Hudson slowly made her way up the stairs.

"I need to go to the morgue, there has got to be something interesting to do there. Watch these things while I'm gone."

Em and I stick our tongues out at him at the word things but what are you gonna do?

I am so BORED! Like really we have been here for three hours. It is a good thing that Mrs. Hudson gave us some food. Honest to god if I had nothing in my system this long someone gone die.

Suddenly I hear Sherlock and …. John! I let out a whoop and run up the stairs to go meet him. I look in with my sister panting excitedly behind me. She has been waiting for this. I have to admit so was I because this was absolutely amazing.

"Uh..Sherlock?" John muttered when he saw us staked over each other in the doorway, "Who are they?"

"What are you still doing here?" Sherlock glared at us.

We looked at the sociopath and was about to reply when he cut us off, "No never mind no need for you immensely annoying sarcastic comments."

"Well fine then." Em muttered.

Em then started tapping on her thigh with her back turned to Sherlock.

Well what are we going to do

Do you think you can convince mrs Hudson for 221 C

With what money

Do we talk to mycroft to help solve that one

Honestly we don't exist here of course we are talking to Mycroft on what to do

So are you coming

I look behind me, Sher lock once again butt into our conversation.

I asked "Coming where?"

Lestrade texted there's been a murder. Something must have lit in my eyes because Sherlock suddenly gave me a look of appreciation.

"I can't." Em said. "I need to talk to Mrs. Hudson about maybe hopefully renting the flat in the basement. Also can I have Mycroft's number?"

"Whatever for?"

"We probably don't exist here. I bet he will text you soon on the perplexity of our situation."

He finally agreed and now John, Sherlock and I are in a cab to go to the crime scene.

John suddenly asks about how Sherlock knew about Afghanistan.

I knew Sherlock would deduce everything except that Harry was John's sister.

I interjected at the end, "Harry isn't his brother."

"How so?" Sherlock asks like he's actually interested.

"What family member that is a drunk, and also a male and a drunk would give things like a phone for sentiment and to keep in touch?" "I mean you certainly know that that isn't how it works."

"Well-" Began Sherlock but I interrupted him.

"It was not entirely inprobable that it could be his brother, but I am just using past experience as well as common knowledge to aide my deduction so," I look at John," am I right?" It is so funny that I ask this even though I already knew the answer. Most people would say foreknowledge is cheating but I would rather cheat than die in the game.

After John flabbergastedly nods his confirmation, Sherlock looks out the window in a pout until John tells us that what we did was amazing. This causes Sherlock to wonder if I am like him,I can see it in his eyes.

We get to the crime scene and pay the cabbie. I make sure to look at his face, but itisn't the one I am looking for.

As we walk to the crime tape I realise we have to talk to Donovan… great. Well might as well have some fun with this. I think as I maliciously grin.

I watch as she calls him a freak and I try not to strangle her.

"I see you didn't make it home last night." I comment dryly.

She glares at me while saying challengingly, "Oh?"

Nut then actually sees me and John and says, "Who are they?"

"They are my colleagues." Sherlock states. I look at him in surprise and tap really I am?

He responds with explanation later.

Donovan scoffs and says, "How do you get colleagues? Did he follow you home?"

He pushed past her and dragged us with him. She rolled her eyes and said into her radio, "Freak's here, sending him in."

I immediately recoiled and snapped at her, "Don't call him that you freak!"

She followed in surprised silence until we got to Anderson.

I snickered as Sherlock asked about Anderson's wife.

I interjected to make myself look like the sarcastic smart alac that I am," And I assume she scrubbed your floors, going by the state of her knees."

Sherlock actually started laughing after we leave them with their facial expressions clearly saying," Oh god there's another one?"

We found Lestrade and John got to work putting on one of the forensics gowns. I just rolled my eyes and followed Sherlock. Before entering the room, I look to Sherlock and say, "Phone, now."

He looks at me skeptically and I give a now look. John sighed and just handed me his phone.

I follow him into the room to look at the dead media woman. Because of all I have learned and what I already know, I can see exactly what Sherlock sees. It really is fascinating. But now I have got a job to do. I look up the weather report in Cardiff, and start to take note of the body.

But then suddenly Lestrade grabbed my arm and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Isn't it obvious?" I said and got back to work deducting.

I vaguely hear John explaining to him that I somehow was like Sherlock, to the sudden look of horror Lestrade gave me.

"Got anything?" He asked Sherlock.

"Meh." I said as Sherlock said, "Not much."

But before we could say anything else, that idiot Anderson came in the door way and opened that annoying mouth of his, "I think she is trying to tell us some-" "Thank you for your input." Sherlock and I said at the same time, while simultaneously slamming the door in his face.

"Anyway." I say brightly to make it seem like I am really bipolar, "Let's get this show on the road. Sherlock you can start."

A/N

I am so so sorry for the wait. I was in California taking classes in Stamford university with cadavers (Molly and Sherlock would really like me now) how to swing dance, and I went to Alcatraz island! Review so I know what needs fixing and what you like!