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However I do own Cleopatra Holmes and her back story as she is my own creation.

Chapter One

It wasn't often that Mrs Hudson's home was as silent as it was that night. As a rule her tenants were either arguing, or having visitors in the form of the police constantly day and night. Even when Sherlock Holmes was in one of his moods when he would not speak for days on end, he would always make some sort of noise with his violin. Thankfully that night Sherlock and John had gone out for the evening to the theatre, a present campaign of Sherlock's to inject some culture into his flatmate's life. So this left Mrs Hudson alone in her house with her thoughts turning to the upcoming Christmas holidays.

Mrs Hudson was sitting on her bed admiring her recent redecoration or her bedroom and the kitchen/living room that lay beyond in her very topmost flat of 221C. Originally the wallpaper had been a sickly green colour, put up by her late husband. She had always hated it but with Fred's bad temperament she failed to voice her opinions. Now he was dead she could decorate however she liked without anyone else to veto her options.

She had chosen a red/pink Victorian wallpaper that she was going to originally use for the living room downstairs in 221B but knowing Sherlock as she did she didn't feel like he would approve, even though he had shot holes into her wall with the current wallpaper.

With the rest of her funds she had bought herself a new bed with a memory foam mattress and a new house phone, one of those retro phones she remembered her aunt having when she was a child. Her fire was roaring keeping her feet toasty. She sighed, content with her life at the present time and decided that now would be the time for her to finish her book. Just as she turned the page to get started the new phone rang.

She got up and answered "Hello Mrs Hudson here"

"Oh hello I'm glad I have the right number" came a girl's voice on the end of the receiver.

"I'm sorry who is this" asked Mrs Hudson

"Oh we haven't met "she said with a slight air in her voice that seemed familiar to the landlady

"Listen, I haven't got time for cold callers so if you would kindly tell me what you want"

"Is Sherlock Holmes there?"

"If you want to talk to Sherlock you'll have to call his mobile and stop bothering me"

"Oh no, no I don't want to talk to him"

Mrs Hudson could feel her heart sinking. This caller whoever she was worrying her.

"I'm going to put the phone down. Don't call here again or I'll call the police"

"No! No I'm so sorry there's no need to do that, we've got off on the wrong foot, my name's Cleopatra Holmes. I'm Sherlock's sister and I was wondering if I could come down and stay for a few days"

Mrs Hudson breathed a sigh of relief. "Of course Miss Holmes I'll put you in your brother's room he doesn't use it so he won't mind"

"Oh thank you I'll be flying down from Edinburgh tomorrow but please don't tell him. I want it to be a surprise"

"Of course see you then"

I'm back! I know its been a while but you know how it is. Just a short introduction. Hope you liked it!