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Unhappy Memories

I got back to Greg's house.

"They're getting younger each time" I heard two overweight women mumbling to each other, whilst standing in the garden next door and staring at me over their tea cups. I scowled to myself, trying to be nice and not correct them. I got to the door and reached in my bag. Just then, I realised that I don't actually have any keys. I sighed in rage. I turned on my heels and started stomping back out into the street. "He's not even nice looking, I wonder how he got her. She must be desperate." The women were still gossiping about me, so I stopped, my fists clenching at my sides. I stared at them and snapped, "For your information, I am Greg's daughter. Not his girlfriend. Okay? Even if I was, it wouldn't be your business. You have absolutely no right to stand there and judge other people's life choices, when you look like that." I hissed. They were taken aback at my anger. "Stop staring at me!" I shouted. They scrambled back into the house, locking the door and peeking through the curtains. I scowled and started to walk to the main street for a taxi.

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I arrived at Scotland Yard and looked down at my phone.

09:43

I groaned, it had been about an hour since my interview ended. I was exhausted already and the day hadn't even started.

I sneered at the receptionist as I walked in, and she sneered back. I headed to Greg's office.

The elevator pinged and the doors opened, revealing tons of policemen. I made my way through them and half-smiled at Donovan as I did. Her face expression told me that Sherlock was here.

I pushed the door open and went in.

"Sophie, hi!" Greg smiled.

"Hi Greg. Is there a murder convention or something on?" I joked, pointing at the policemen outside.

I noticed Sherlock standing. I was right, I thought. Also, to my surprise John was there too. They both chuckled at my joke.

"A what?" Lestrade asked, clearly confused.

"Nevermind." I shook my head, giggling.

"You okay?" He asked.

I had to focus again, I was wondering to myself why John would be here. "Oh, yeah, could I use your key? I need to get some of my stuff, and I forgot my charger."

"Wait, so you know Greg?" John asked.

"Greg? His name's Graham!" Sherlock exclaimed, pointing at Greg. "You should know that, John!"

Greg put his head in his hands, facepalming.

"No, Sherlock. He's definitely called Greg."

"Really?"

"Yes."

I was madly laughing, "You should know that, Sherlock" I quoted him.

Sherlock scowled because he was wrong. We all laughed until I caught a glimpse of his eyes. They looked truly sad, like he was used to this - used to people mocking him. I saw the tears in his eyes that he was desperately trying to hide. My face fell, because in that moment, I understood. We shared a look of sorrow. He looked like a sad little boy and it made me want to cry my eyes out, he always looked so strong and independent but now, that was all gone. My legs started walking over to him, I heard Greg and John's laughter starting to fade in the background. I was standing next to him and I watched his eyes - as his mask broke and a tear slid down his face, I hugged him tight. I didn't know why. I'd only known this man for a day or two but I was cuddling him, because he was upset. Sherlock tensed when I touched him but then started to relax. He awkwardly placed his hands on my back and his head fell on to my shoulder. I heard him quietly sobbing to himself and I felt my heart just melt.