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Sherlock: How You Met

Sorry PJO took so long! The You Die preference took forever. Sorry!

Sherlock-

You walk into the room, Mycroft following you. "Hello little brother." Mycroft gives the younger Holmes a tight smile and you roll your eyes. "Hello. You must be Sherlock and John." You hold out your hand and John shakes it, smiling at you. "Hello. You are?" You smile. "Y/n. Y/n y/l/n." He nods and Sherlock stares at you. "Having trouble deducting things?" You smirk. His eyes widen. "No. Of course not." You roll your eyes again. "Holmes..." You mumble, both of the brothers looking at you. "Yes?" You shake your head. "Nothing you idiots."

John-

"Hello." You shake hands with the famous John Watson. "Hello ma'am." You smile and look around the flat. "Do you think Mr. Holmes will be able to help me?" He nods. "I hope so." You nod and relax a bit until Sherlock walks into the room. You tense and he looks you over. He cocks his head to the side a bit and you raise a brow. "What do you want?" His British accent filled the air and you worried at your bottom lip. "My mother. She disappeared a few days ago. The police can't find her." Your mother had been in England helping you move, so you felt responsible for her disappearance. He nods. "Are you going to take the case?" John asks. He nods, eyeing you. "Yes."

Moriarty-

You roll your eyes at Sherlock. "Really? Can't you just, you know, be normal for once?" He shakes his head. "Definitely not." He scowls and you sigh. "Okay, well, I'm going to take a walk to get away from all of you. Bye." You walk out of your cousin's flat and make your way down the streets. As you pass an alley someone grabs your wrist and yanks you into the dark place. "Are you the Holmes cousin?" You stare at the man in front of you. "Depends." He glares. "Is Sherlock your cousin. Tell me now." He presses something cold to your head and you freeze.
A gun.
"Yes." You whisper. He grins. "Tell Sherlock Moriarty has a message for him. Look outside at midnight." You make a face. Stalker much. "Go!" You nod and scramble to get out of the alley. "Who are you?" You turn around, still backing out of the alley. "James." Your eyes narrow but you nod and run back to 221B.

Mycroft-

"John! Sherlock!" You hug the two men. "Who are you?" You turn to the other men in the room. You pretty much ignore the one of them but the other one reminds you of someone. "Mycroft Holmes." "Nice to meet you Mr. Holmes. I'm y/n l/n." He nods. "If you don't mind me asking, what are you doing here?" You shrug. "Someone called me." His eyes narrow. "Who?" You shrug again and grin. "Imma just help the boys here." He nods hesitantly and you perch on the edge of the couch, next to Sherlock and John.

Lestrade-

"John!" You grip your childhood friend in a tight hug. "Hello y/n." You smile and look at the several other people standing next to him. "You must be Mary." You hold out your hand for her to shake it, and she does so happily. "This is Sherlock. And this is Lestrade." You smile at the two men, happy that at least one of them smiles back. "Sherlock's always like this so just ignore that." You laugh nervously and set down you bag. "Now what happened in the case?"

{ I know it's short but forgive me, I just had no clue what to write }