5 minutes later, John, Mycroft, a bodyguard and a homeless man stepped out of the black limo and entered 221b. They walked towards the flat on the ground floor and knocked on the door.
"Coming!" Shouted a kind voice, one from an ederly being, from beyond the door. Her footsteps came closer and suddenly the handle twisted. As the door gently opened half way, she popped her head around the corner.
The first thing she saw was Mycrofts smiling face and body looking at her. The others were lined up behind him so she couldn't see them.
"Oh... Mycroft. I didn't expect to see you." She said with a confused tone in her voice, but still politely.
"Mrs Hudson! Nice to see you after so long. Do you mind if me and my colleagues come in?" He said enthusiastically.
"Not at all dear, come in." She smiled at him heartedly and opened the door fully allowing him to enter, and stood close so she could see everyone who entered.
Mycroft stepped in and walked towards a sofa, allowing Mrs Hudson to see John.
"JOHN!!!" She shouted looking extremely pleased yet surprised to see him. Before he could say anything in responce she wrapped her arms around him. "How are you? There have been so many rumours around saying that your getting worse with all the stress and depression bussiness!" She released her friendly hug, frowned and said,"Didn't think to come back and see me did you dear?!" she sighed happily and went back to hugging him.
"I'm sorry Mrs Hudson. But I'm much better now!" He pulled away, smiled at her and walked towards where Mycroft was standing.
Next in line at the door was the homeless man, who instantly limped towards the others with a hunch in his back.
Mycroft looked at the bodyguard by the door who nodded at him and returned to the car. Mrs Hudson shut the door to her flat and looked round to the others.
"Please, make yourselves comfortable!" she said nicely. The three men sat down. "Would you like to introduce me to your friend boys?"
"Of course." Mycroft said." This is Benedict. He is homeless but very usefull. Part of the homeless network you see. Sherlock used to use it a lot, very handy when you need information quickly."
"Nice to meet you Benedict dear, I'm Mrs Hudson."
He looked at her revealing his bearded, scruffy face. He was wearing a big wolly scarf, a long but cheap suede coat that had a few rips in it, a checked hunter hat and black gloves. The only bit of flesh visable was the area around his eyes and mouth.
"Hello." He mumbled, then he twitched and looked at the floor.
"I have a feeling this is going to be a long evening."Said Mycroft playing along, as this homeless man was no Benedict but Sherlock Holmes!
