The strange woman had already seated herself in his armchair, prim and upright, and seemed to be taking in her surroundings with an air of faint disapproval.
"You're fairly recognizable, for a blogger," she replied. It sounded almost like an insult. "And I do read the papers--"
The front door banged open; someone came tearing up the stairs as if pursued by hellhounds. A key rattled in the lock, accompanied by muffled swearing on the other side of the door--and then Sherlock nearly fell into the room, still clutching a sloppily packed bag of groceries.
"John, I just got a text from Mycroft--"
He caught sight of their visitor, and the color drained out of his face.
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Date: 2012-02-18 10:58 pm (UTC)"You're fairly recognizable, for a blogger," she replied. It sounded almost like an insult. "And I do read the papers--"
The front door banged open; someone came tearing up the stairs as if pursued by hellhounds. A key rattled in the lock, accompanied by muffled swearing on the other side of the door--and then Sherlock nearly fell into the room, still clutching a sloppily packed bag of groceries.
"John, I just got a text from Mycroft--"
He caught sight of their visitor, and the color drained out of his face.
"Hello, Sherlock," she said coolly.