Johns POV
I came down the stairs and saw Grace asleep on the couch and Sherlock sitting in his chair. "What are you doing up?" I whispered.
"I couldn't sleep, so I just came out here and picked out a book. "
"You're reading the Bible?"
"Uh," He said looking at the cover. "I guess I am."
"Alright then," I said.
"John," Grace mumbled waking up.
"Good morning." I said as she came over and hugged me. I smiled as I smoothed down her hair.
"Good morning Sherlock," She said coldly.
"Hmmm, oh, yes." He replied not looking up from his book.
It was strange, when Grace and Sherlock first met, they couldn't take their eyes off each other, but now, they couldn't stand to be within two feet of each other. I didn't have any idea as to what happened, but every time I saw them, they were screaming something at each other. "How does everyone feel about breakfast?" I asked.
"Not hungry," Sherlock said.
"Me either," Grace spat glaring at Sherlock.
Sherlock slammed the book onto the arm of the car and then picked up his violin.
"Oh don't play that awful thing in here." She said.
"Grace!" I exclaimed shocked at how she was acting.
Sherlock, then proceed to play this God-awful note.
"Sherlock!" I yelled feeling a bit like a parent. "What is going on with you two? You're worse than ever."
"Everything would have been better if she never came!" Sherlock screamed
"Maybe it would be better if I left!" She screamed.
"Would you two stop?" I yelled trying to calm everyone down.
"She is just so annoying, like Anderson." Sherlock grumbled.
"Well at least I'm not a freak!" Grace screamed silencing the room.
After a moment, I spoke. "Grace, Sherlock," I said slowly.
"I'm taking a shower, Grace huffed looking at Sherlock. For a split second, I could almost see the look of longing in her eyes. However, the longing was quickly replaced by a cold harsh glare as she headed up stairs.
"What is wrong with you two?" I asked Sherlock as he put his book away.
"I can't work with her around." He said running his hands through his hair as he stared up the stairs, the same longing in his eyes.
"When she first came you wanted her around you all the time, what changed?"
"She became dull." He sighed.
"Can you at least try to get along with her? She is my sister."
"No," He replied coldly.
I was a little angry now. How could he act like this, I know Grace could get on your nerves sometime but she was still my sister. "Well, then, maybe we should send her to Harr…" I started angrily.
"No!" He yelled his voice pleading.
"But you just said…" I started confused.
"I'll try to get along with her; I wouldn't want you to kick out your sister." He said, "I'll go grab the paper." He headed down stairs leaving me alone, my head spinning.
"Did he hate her, or like her." I thought racking my brain. He was either nice to her or mean. She was the same way also. However, every time they fought, their eyes were not angry; they were filed with remorse, as if they regretted what they were going to say before they said it. Something was going on between them, and I was determined to find out what it was.
"John," Sherlock whined coming up the stairs. "Look," He pointed to the front of the paper. On the cover was a picture of him, in the deerstalker hat. "It's the ear hat John," He whined again throwing the paper onto the table.
"Here, what does it say?" I grabbed the paper. "Sherlock Holmes has done it again, with the help of his sidekick, John Watson, and Sherlock's new lady friend and John's sister, Grace Watson." I said.
"What does it mean lady friend?"
"What does it mean sidekick?" I asked a bit insulted.
"She's just a friend who just happens to be female; she's not even a friend more like an acquaintance." He said as he started to pace.
"I am more than just a sidekick, I have been vital to some cases wouldn't you say?" I said as I started to pace as well, the paper still in my hands.
"What does that even mean, 'lady friend?'" He said running his hands through his hair.
"What does that even mean, 'side kick,"' I said, that's when I realized that Sherlock and I were repeating each other.
"Ehem," I heard someone say. I turned to see Grace standing on the stairs. Her hair was dripping onto her red sweatshirt. "I'm going to the shop." She said.
"Do you have money?" I asked setting the paper back on the table.
"Yeah, I'm fine," She said.
"Can you pick up some tea?" Sherlock asked his voice calm and soft. When he said this Grace's face soften.
"Alright," She smiled.
"Wait, we don't need any more tea," I said.
"Yes we do." He said.
"No, I bought some yesterday." I said.
"Alright, well, I'll be back soon." She said grabbing her coat from the back of the door before heading down.
"Be careful," Sherlock and I called down.
"I will." She called back, and then we heard the door shut.
"Sherlock…" I started.
"I'll be in my room." He said as he grabbed his violin then headed into his room.
"Okay." I said.