The Tale of Two Siblings (Fabrication #1)

Chapter 5: A Mistake

        I was awoken by Sherlock's voice.  "Wake up, Enola," he said.  "We're at the crime scene."

        I opened my eyes and stepped out of the cab into the darkness.  Sherlock continued to talk to John.  "Did I get anything wrong?" he asked.  

        "Harry and me don't get along, never have," said John.

        "Actually, it'd be Harry and I," I corrected his grammar.  

        "Harry and I  haven't ever gotten along," he corrected himself.  "Clara and Harry split up three months ago, they're still going through the divorce; and Harry is a drinker."

        Sherlock smiled at himself.  He seemed extremely pleased with his deductions.  "Spot on then, I didn't expect to get everything right."

        "Yes you did," I said.  Then I gasped.  "Oh my god, Sherlock's being modest!"  Sherlock shook his head and kept walking.

        "Actually, Harry's short for Harriet," said John.  

        "Ohhhh," I said.  Sherlock stopped in his tracks.  

        "Harry's your sister," he said looking at John.  John continued walking, not really caring about Sherlock.

        "What am I supposed to be doing here?" he asked.  

        "His sister!" Sherlock said through gritted teeth.  He really had thought he would get everything right.

        "Seriously, what am I doing here?" he asked.  He looked at me.

        "I ask myself the same question every day," I said somewhat sadly.  We kept walking.

        "There's always something," Sherlock said.