[2] Study in Pink: And So it Begins

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She arrived at St. Bart's and was greeted by her brother who started marching towards the morgue without even giving her simple greeting of hello, making Cora groan as she followed after Sherlock.

"How was your date dear sister?" he now finally spoke up.

"For the last time Sherlock it wasn't a date or any other time before that, you know very well I don't do like him that way," she said moodily as her brother smirked without a care as they continued to walk in utter silence.

Once reaching the morgue they meet Molly who showed them to a table with a black body bag on top, Sherlock unzipped it revealing the corpse of an elderly man in his 60's peacefully resting in the bag.

"How fresh is the body?" Cora asked Molly as her brother zipped the bag closed.

"Just in. 67, natural causes. He used to work here. I knew him. He was nice," Molly told them smiling in memory of the man.

"Fine. We'll start with the riding crop," Sherlock explained before charging off to get the riding crop before thrashing the dead body with it.

"So, bad day, was it?" Molly offered to them with a joke, only for it to go their heads. The problem with being exceptionally smart, is they tended to miss the point of things like jokes.

"I need to know what bruises form in the next twenty minutes. A man's alibi depends on it. Text me."

"Listen, I was wondering: maybe later, when you're finished ..." Molly started to ask Sherlock but he abruptly cuts her off glancing up from his notebook as he wrote, before doing a double-take and frowning at her.

"Are you wearing lipstick? You weren't wearing lipstick before."

"I, err...I refreshed it a bit," Cora smirked to herself, knowing exactly why Molly was wearing lipstick.

"Sorry, you were saying?"

"I was wondering if you'd like to have coffee," however, tragically another thing that sometimes goes amiss for them for being smart is people's feelings towards them. Mostly they were completely oblivious and would miss the fact somebody liked them.

"Black, two sugars, please. I'll be upstairs. Oh, Cora will have a coffee, one sugar," Sherlock told her not the slightest bit fazed what Molly had asked him.

-Cora Holmes-

They headed upstairs to the lab and began to carry out some tests until they get interrupted by a knock on the door and an old friend walks in Mike Stamford a man with a limp and a cane following in behind him. Cora looked this person over and began to deduce everything about the man.

"Well, bit different from my day,"  the man chuckled.

"You've no idea!" Mike told him.

"Mike, can I borrow your phone? There's no signal on mine and Cora's has run out of battery," she moved closer to her twin knowing exactly what he was up to.

"And what's wrong with the landline?"

"I prefer to text."

"Sorry. It's in my coat," Mike apologised with a hearty chuckle as but Cora rolled her eyes, blatantly seeing the outline of a phone in his right trouser pocket.

"Er, here...use mine," the man offered getting his phone out and handing it to Sherlock after having approached the man.

"Oh. Thank you."

"This is an old friend of mine, John Watson," Mike introduced them while Sherlock was to busy typing away on the phone.

"Afghanistan or Iraq?"  Cora asked John out of the blue who now frowned at her. While Mike smiled knowingly

"Sorry?"

"Which was it, Afghanistan or Iraq?" she repeated the question. As her brother briefly took his eyes up from the phone whilst John hesitated and looked to his friend Mike with utter confusion only for him smile smugly.

"Afghanistan. Sorry, how did you know...?" John now asked her, just as Molly comes in bringing their drinks.

"Ah, Molly, coffee. Thank you," Sherlock cut in giving Molly a questionable look of her appearance just as he took his drink, "What happened to the lipstick?"

"It wasn't working for me."

"Really? I thought it was a big improvement. Your mouth's too...small now," he followed with an unintentional insult to her causing the other Holmes to roll her eyes, "How do you feel about the violin?" Sherlock now randomly asked John now grabbing his attention.

"And myself as well hope that won't be a bother?"

"I'm sorry, what?"

"We play the violin when thinking. Sometimes I don't talk for days on end and Cora has the occasional night terror during the night. Would that bother you? Potential flatmates should know the worst about each other."

"Oh, you ... you told them about me?" John asked Mike still not quite grasping what was happening.

"Not a word," Mike responded with a proud smile.

"Then who said anything about flatmates?"

"I did. Cora, was on a date."

"For the last time it wasn't a date," Cora but in telling him off.

"As I was saying I told Mike this morning that I must be a difficult man to find a flatmate for. Now here he is just after lunch with an old friend, clearly just home from military service in Afghanistan. Wasn't that difficult a leap," Sherlock continued on from his sisters interruption.

"How did you know about Afghanistan?" John asked.

"We've got an eye on a nice little place in central London. I think three of us all together we ought to be able to afford it. We'll meet there tomorrow evening; seven o'clock. Sorry...gotta dash. I think I left my riding crop in the mortuary. Cora come we have much to do," Sherlock told him and both getting up and grabbing their things and leaving.

"Is that it?"

"Is that what?" Cora stopped and turned back to look at John.

"We've only just met and we're gonna go and look at a flat?"

"I don't get how that is a problem?" she now frowned at him, unsure what he exactly meant, seeing both her and Sherlock now knew everything about John Watson.

"We don't know a thing about each other; I don't know where we're meeting; I don't even know your names."

"Now Mr Watson here's what we know, you're an Army doctor and you've been invalided home from Afghanistan,"she explained before stopping letting her brother go on.

"I know you've got a brother who's worried about you but you won't go to him for help because you don't approve of him, possibly because he's an alcoholic; more likely because he recently walked out on his wife. And I know that your therapist thinks your limp's psychosomatic, quite correctly, I'm afraid," Cora noticed John briefly glancing down his leg and cane, before awkwardly shuffling his feet, "That's enough to be going on with, don't you think?"

That's when the twins take their leave to going out the lab door, before leaning back around it, "The name's Sherlock Holmes and this is my twin sister Cora Holmes, the address is 221B Baker Street," Sherlock click winked, glanced at Mike then left, "Afternoon."

"Good afternoon gentlemen," Cora smirked, followed by a wink and went to follow after her brother. Leaving the good doctors mouth hanging open at after

They thought the meeting with John Watson went pleasantly well, they had a good vibes about him, he was going to be a perfect addition in some way or another. It was through night until to morning they had packed up and moved into 221B. Their last landlord absolutely hated them just because Sherlock had stored fingers in his freezer, that Cora warned him not to do but done anyway. Let's say he completely forgotten about them. The landlord not best pleased to find them when having returned from holiday.

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