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Another case, was just want the detective needed. The one he had currently been working on, had been solved, some time ago. A mystery would be something right up his alley.

To pass the time, however, Sherlock had decided to play his violin, which at times, helped him to either think, or calm down. Right now, it was for both. As the latter, was one thing, he knew was going to get the best of him. The not being calm, part, he meant.

There had been a knock — a light sounded knock upon the door, his gaze trailing towards the closed one, that led from the steps to the flat, he currently occupied. With the violin and bow still in his hands, he made his way across the room, opened the door and headed downstairs to the other — usually, he’d just yell for Mrs Hudson to open it, but she was out and there would be no use in yelling, he delicately placed the bow behind the violin and with his free hand, he opened the door.

“Yes, that’s me. You’re here, because you need help. Come in.”, he motioned for her to follow him, back up to the flat.

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It was strange, to read about somebody and then be presented with the real image off paper. Elisabeth worried in that moment, when she first saw the famous detective in the flesh, that her sister would not look anything like she once had done. Sherlock Holmes was younger than she'd expected, definitely shorter, but just as well-dressed.

She surveyed him warmly, offering a tiny, nervous smile as he seemed to occupy the whole staircase, and although her friendly expression was not returned the blonde felt certain she wasn't about to be waved away. From what she'd read, the detective even took up the strangest of cases. A missing sister might just fill his time for now.

Dutifully she began to ascend the stairwell behind him, glancing up as she went, interested to see where this man dwelled.

"—Sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt your music."

#stateofmalice

[ Elisabeth was sure she was being very clever about this. She had a plan — go to Sherlock, present her case and have him solve it all himself. He could work out that the German's missing sister was in reality his own good friend, and Elisabeth would not have had to inform him of anything at all. She was surprised, therefore, when she got to 221b, to see John Watson sitting comfortably in an armchair. ]

"—Excuse me. Is Sherlock in?"

#inmiliteforti

"—Hello. Is Sherlock Holmes in? Is this the right flat?"

#xopportunistic

[ How Elisabeth was imagining to go about approaching Dr. Watson concerning his wife she was not sure, and she had not in truth been planning on it for now. She was, therefore, more than startled when she entered the surgery of the doctor she'd recently signed up with, and saw John sitting at the desk. ]

"—Oh. Dr. Watson. Hello."

#trustyourxinstincts

"Weren't you in the newspaper?"

#janinethegrasshopper

[ It has taken a flustered walk down several streets for Elisabeth to find someone who appears at all as if they won't rob her of the rest of her belongings, but she settles for a busy-looking man in a large coat. If anything, he'll leave her handbag be just because he's too occupied to grab it. ]

"Excuse me, could you tell me where the police station is?"

#guppylestrade

[ She is sure that for anyone else, approaching Sherlock Holmes about a missing sibling would grant them no more than a sigh of apathy, though Elisabeth was certain he'd be less than indifferent about what she had to say. However, she'd feign ignorance, pretend that she had no knowledge of her sister's identity. Standing in the doorway of 221b, she braced herself. ]

"Mr. Holmes?"

#stateofmalice #consultingfunctionalsociopath #intransigentholmes #theaddict #brilliantsociopath #[tagging all the sherlocks that followed me whoops]

[ It's getting quite late in London, and whereas Elisabeth believed she would only be in the capital fleetingly, it has been more than difficult to track her sister down. Consequently, she's become a bit more of a citizen than a tourist, and is now at the pub. She breezes in, swooping to the bar and throwing a man sat on a stool a quick smile. ]