Sherlock Holmes and the case of Twisted Love

CHAPTER 4

HARPER'S POV

My heart stopped when I saw her. She had barely made it through the doors before I tackled her to the ground. My abandoned suitcase, left by the set of chairs I was sat on, could have easily been stolen by now but honestly, I couldn't care less. I was finally reunited with my best friend.

"Jesus Harper, hello to you too," She chuckled.

Izzy began wheezing after a while so I adjusted my weight but continued hugging her on the floor.

"People are going to think we are crazy" she whispered.

I smiled.

"We are"

We stayed like this for a couple more minutes before agreeing to stand and retrieve my suitcase.

We walked out of the train station towards her awaiting taxi.

"Let's go meet my friends, shall we?"

I nodded in approval,

"We shall"

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IZZY'S POV

As we stepped out of the taxi, after paying the fair, I realised Harper was just stood on the path of Baker Street gazing around.
It must be so strange for her, coming back to the rush of London after all this time.

"Ready?" I asked

"As I'll ever be"

221B. It's good to be home.

"We're here!" I shouted up to the boys, helping Harper carry her bags up the stairs.

Opening the door, I saw what I always see:
John in the kitchen putting the kettle on, preparing for our arrival. And, Sherlock sat in his chair, legs dangling over the arm, eyes shut, mouth slightly open - his concentration face. He's in his mind palace again.

"Hi guys, this is Harper. Harper, this is Sherlock and this is -"

"Hello Harper," John interrupted me taking Harper's hand to shake it, "I'm John, John Watson"

Here he goes once again, being the more 'human' of the pair.

John took over my role of welcoming Harper into the flat, meaning I could go get a drink and some biscuits and have a sit down.
I'm so happy she's here. I'm so happy we are back together. I'm so happy she's got to meet Sherlock and John.

I wonder if she knows the whirlwind she's been dragged into by coming back into my life.

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Introductions went well, with John anyway. Sherlock didn't really speak at all apart from the occasional "hmm" every now and then.
I could see it in Harper's eyes, she was loving this, she loved John especially.
But I suppose everyone loves John.
She's bound to love Sherlock too when he eventually starts to talk, I'm postive they'll get along.

"Weren't you dead?"

That was unexpected

"Sorry, I uh... saw it in the paper. You killed yourself?" Harper asked, addressing Sherlock.

"Yes, he did" John said, answering Harper's question.
He turned expectantly to Sherlock and Harper knew she had set something off.

"He was dead but decided to magically come back as if it wouldn't affect anyone in any way"

"Oh, but you jumped - "

"Off a building, yes he did. But he's back 100% completely bloody fine"

"Oh John, calm down. It's been four years since I came back" Sherlock interjected after saying nothing all day.

"Calm dow... calm down?! Sherlock, I watched you jump off a building and come back to life and you expect me to be all la di da?"

"For God sake! Jumping, it's just like flying. Just a more... permanent destination"

"Permanent dest..."

I saw John's face go from horror to anger in a matter of seconds so I reached for his arm and gently squeezed, to give him a silent message that it was going to be okay.

"So, how did you do it? How did you survive it? Surely that would've killed you" Harper was still digging for answers.

"No one knows how he did it, he won't tell anyone. Not even me" John answered, "Basically, he's Sherlock Holmes, he can pull off anything with the click of his fingers because 'he's that good' and no one can compete with his massive intellect"

Sherlock hummed in approval and played with his fingers.

To be honest, even I don't know what properly happened during the time he wasn't here. I wasn't acquainted with either of them then. I was completely oblivious to the war going on outside my front door.

"Hang on, how do you even remember that... Like I said, it was four years ago"

"How could I forget? World's best detective consulting thingy 'takes his own life'"

Sherlock sighs, "Yes. Consulting detective."

"Same thing"

Sherlock rolls his eyes and the noisy theme music of 'The Chase' shut everyone up as we all pretended to be interested in the screen.

"Izzy, would you mind showing me to my room? I'd like to sort my stuff out and maybe go in the shower?"

"Yeah sure, that's fine, come with me"

I stood up and led her to my appartment.

"Your bedroom is the second door to the right and the bathroom is opposite. I'll be in the office if you need anything"

She nodded her head and walked in the direction I had pointed.
I entered my office, sat on the chair and put my feet up on the desk.
I switched on my laptop and scrolled through some of the cases we were going to be working on.

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About an hour later, I was sat with my headphones on, listening to music as loud as it would go: my usual evening routine.

Harper hugged me from behind, making me aware of her prescence. I hugged her back, turned the music off and put the headphones down.

She was wearing a black vest top with 'MARVEL' written across it and of course had matching Captain America bottoms, she hasn't changed in the slightest.

We smiled at each other and walked into my bedroom, sitting on either end of the bed.

This is just like the good old days when we were little school girls chatting about nonsense until the early hours of the morning.

"So" she said getting comfy "what did I miss?"