Madeline Holmes

The Call

John was fine with her staying in the flat, she seemed nice enough, and she was Sherlock's sister, so he didn't exactly have a choice. The one thing that bothered him was the odd precautions she would take before going to bed. She would go to the front door to check under the rug, then go straight to her room. He couldn't quite make sense of it. Then there were the calls. He first noticed it after a few days when he woke up in the middle of the night to Madeline talking to someone. He quietly got out of bed and creeped through the hallway to the living room. He listened to her half of the conversation curiously.

"Is there anything going on here? Has Bobby found anything?" She listened for a minute. "No but are there any seals around here?" She sighed. "There's nothing but human murders and stuff, it's boring," John walked back into his room, extremely confused and a little worried for the Holmes. "I miss you guys. Of course I'm safe! Keep me posted," he heard and footsteps walking around before she fell asleep on the couch.

"Good sleep?" She asked as John shuffled into the kitchen. She was flipping eggs in a pan and popping toast out of the toaster. He nodded vaguely. She put a couple eggs on a plate and a piece of toast, handing it to John, before putting some on her plate. He was surprised by her politeness, the other two Holmes were not quite. When she sat down, he cleared his throat. "Who called you in the middle of the night?" He asked cautiously, not knowing how she'd react to him listening. She just smiled.

"Friends from America. They're keeping tabs on something for me. Personal favour," she explained. He nodded, still not liking that answer.

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