Summary: Nichole Mikaelson is the twin sister to the Original Hybrid, Niklaus. After she and her twin break the curse on them releasing their wolves Nichole or Nikki as she prefers to be called moves to London not wanting anything to do with her br...
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(Sherlock has taken a pint of milk from the fridge and has taken off the lid and sniffs the contents. Putting the bottle back into the fridge, he calls out.)
Sherlock: I'm not the first.
(With the everyday noise of the street all around him, John can't hear what he's saying. He bends down and puts his ear to the letterbox which he's still holding open.)
John: What?
Sherlock (louder): Somebody's been in here before me!
John: What are you saying?
(Sherlock has taken his pocket magnifier from his coat and looks down to where a foot has rucked up the rug, leaving an impression of the intruder's shoe. Nikki silently moved around the flat, also looking for clues. However, she was also looking out for the other intruder since she could sense a second heartbeat.)
Sherlock (not as loudly): Size eight feet.
(He pushes through the beaded curtain between the kitchen and the bedroom/living room, bent forward while he examines the rug.)
Sherlock (now talking more to himself than to John or Nikki): Small, but ... athletic.
(He straightens up, looking thoughtful. Outside, John lets go of the letterbox and straightens up, sighing in exasperation.)
John: I'm wasting my breath.
(He walks a couple of paces away from the door, glaring around in annoyance, then turns back and rings the doorbell again. Inside, Sherlock has picked up a framed photograph of two young Chinese children - a boy and a girl. A fresh handprint is on the glass where someone has pressed their fingers against the image of the girl. Sherlock is holding his magnifier over the fingerprints as he gently runs his gloved fingers along them to gauge the size.)
Sherlock (softly): Small, strong hands.
(Closing the magnifier, he puts down the photograph.)
Sherlock: Our acrobat.
(He frowns, looking around.)
Sherlock (looking over to his mate): But why didn't he close the window when he left ...?
(He stops as the pair realize the truth and rolls his eyes at himself.)
Sherlock: Oh, stupid. Stupid. Obvious. He's still here.
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