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There was a single ring on the door of 221B that afternoon, maximum pressure, less than a second. "Client", Sherlock muttered.
"Sherlock! There's a man down here looking for you" screams Mrs. Hudson.
"Send him up!" John shouts back.
The man walks up the stairs and into their flat. He turns to John, shaking his hand, he then puts his hand out for Sherlock, "Peter".
"Sorry, I can't help you", Sherlock says as he begins to type on his laptop.
"What? You don't even know why I'm here" Peter responds.
"Sorry, I'll correct myself, I won't help you"
"Sherlock" John starts, "you don't even know why he's here".
Sherlock specifies, "I won't help you because of your sister, the one who referred you to John and I, It's just something she would do".
"Sherlock, you're not going to help him because of his sister that you don't know", John is shocked by Sherlock's persistence against their possible client.
"You didn't catch his name, his country of origin, or the perfume on him" Sherlock is now shocked, he had thought he trained John better than that.
"Well obviously you did" John answers snarky.
"Peter, America, and Chanel no5".
"So" John says curiously confused.
Sherlock turns to face Peter, "You saw your sister this morning, that's when you acquired our address from her, she wears Chanel no5, I can smell it and I've smelt it before, and you are both American".
"Yes" Peter is stunned.
"I know who you are" Sherlock says very exalted.
"Sorry, I'm completely lost" John interrupts.
"Regan, his sister's name is Regan" Sherlock rudely points out.
"Oh. How did you know what perfume she wears?" John asks curiously.
"I smelt it" Sherlock says.
"How did you remember, I thought you only allowed certain things to stay in your mind?" John questions.
"My nose remembered" he says quietly.
"Sorry, how do you know my sister?" Peter interrupts the spat.
"She's a friend" John states.
"Colleague" Sherlock corrects.
"Oh, well I'm willing to pay if you'll take my case".
John lights up, "Yes of course we will".
Sherlock shoots John a glare realizing there was no way of changing his mind.
Sherlock strolls into Regan's office at Scotland Yard. "I thought I'd inform you that I solved your brother's case. Quite easy actually, very simple. In fact, the only reason I took the case was because John accepted it because he was paying".
"Actually, I'm paying, Peter's broke. Who did it?" she adds.
"Simple for me, not so much for you" he finishes and shoves his hands in his pants pockets as he leaves.
"Sherlock, wait". Sherlock stops, waiting for her to say something. "Thank you", she adds. Sherlock gives her a small grin and then leaves.
"First mistake. James Moriarty isn't a man at all. He's a spider. A spider at the center of a web. A criminal web with a thousand threads and he knows precisely how each and every single one of them dances" Sherlock says as he is at the witness stand.
"And how long-" The barrister starts.
"No, no. Don't, don't do that. That's really not a good question." Sherlock blindly interrupts.
"Mr. Holmes." The Judge interjects.
"How long have I known him? Not really your best line of inquiry. We met twice, five minutes in total. I pulled a gun, he tried to blow me up. I felt we had a special something." As he finishes he glances to Moriarty who has a grin on his face.
Sherlock then deduces the jobs, marital status, and Affairs of the jurors.
The judge cracks, "Keep your answers brief and to the point. Anything else will be treated as contempt. Do you think you could survive for just a few minutes without showing off?!"
Regan chuckles as they haul Sherlock into contempt, she rises from her seat in the balcony and out of the court room.
John meets Sherlock outside of the court room, to John's surprise. "I was just going to post your bail".
"No need, Detective McKeller did 5 minutes ago" he says unemotionally as they make their way out of the court house.
"Why are you being so professional?" John wonders.
"What do you mean?" he says puzzled.
"Detective McKeller!?" He repeats.
"It's her name and she's a detective, it's only proper" Sherlock pronounces.
John rolls his eyes.