"You're doing that thing again."
"What thing?"
"Where you start talking and expect me to care."
Cora has always dreamed of having a more normal existence, especially when your last name is Holmes, of all things, are not expected. That's until reti...
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A black taxi cab pulled up on a kerb outside 221B Baker Street residence as one John Watson hobbled towards the front door, giving it a knock. Both Sherlock and Cora Holmes quickly piled out of the taxi after paying their driver before swiftly greeting John, who turned back towards them, walking over.
"Ah, Mr & Miss Holmes," he greeted kindly.
"Sherlock and Cora, please," Sherlock implied as both equally took turns shaking hands with him.
"Well, this is a prime spot. Must be expensive, " John indicated, quickly surveying his surroundings.
"Oh, Mrs Hudson, the landlady, she's giving us a special deal. Owes me a favour. Her husband got himself sentenced to death in Florida a few years back. So we were able to help out," Sherlock informed John.
"Sorry, you stopped her husband being executed?" the older man called into question with a perplexed expression.
"No need to be so concerned, Mr Watson, we both ensured it," the female Holmes and her brother reassured John with a relatively innocent smile just as the front door opened and out popped Mrs Hudson, her arms outstretched. Cora smiled at the elderly landlady before being happily embraced in her arms, followed by Sherlock.
They both stepped back, and Sherlock introduced John to her, "Mrs Hudson, Doctor John Watson."
"Hello. Come in," Mrs Hudson ushered all three of them to enter the property and escorted them upstairs. Then, being the more considerate, Cora waited for John on the first-floor landing as the man hobbled up with his cane. Her brother, overcome with excitement to get to the flat, had already opened the front door ahead of them.
Once finally upstairs, John offered the younger woman a grateful smile. Then, being a gentleman, he gestured with his free hand for Cora and Mrs Hudson to enter before him into the flat's living room. Inside the room, boxes of Sherlocks and his sister's possessions littered about the room from having moved it from their old flat this morning.
John nodded in approval as his eyes wandered about the room, "Well, this could be very nice. Very nice indeed."
"Yes. Yes, I think so, " Sherlock looked about the flat proudly before glancing in his sister's direction, "My thoughts precisely. What do you think, dear sister?"
"Oh, yes, I think it's marvellous."
"So we went straight ahead and moved in," Sherlock entailed at that exact moment he and John had decided to speak simultaneously at once.
