It was early, around eight thirty in the morning, and the rain that had been pouring down all through the night had just begun to lighten up. A ray of sun shone down in through the windows of 221B Baker Street, illuminating the stack of papers on the desk that Sherlock was rummaging through. "Where is it?" he muttered angrily to himself, throwing the papers everywhere and diving towards another stack on the floor. At that moment, the doorbell rang, but Sherlock paid no attention to it, and continued digging through the piles of paper. The doorbell rang twice more, and that finally got John out of bed. "Sherlock, the door- - what are you doing?" he asked sleepily, rubbing his eyes. "A case… there was one that I overlooked" Sherlock said quickly, turning pages over before throwing them backwards.

Finally, John heard Ms. Hudson open the door, followed by a delighted squeal from the landlady. John sat in the desk chair, watching Sherlock in slight amusement as Ms. Hudson made her way up the stairs. "Boys, you've got a visitor" Ms. Hudson said with a smile, appearing in the doorway. "I don't have time for visitors" Sherlock muttered, shuffling through the mess of papers on the floor. "Not even for your own flesh and blood?" A voice from behind the landlady said. Sherlock's eyes widened and he stood up quickly, whipping around to face the doorway. "Evangeline" Sherlock said, casually putting his hands in his pockets. "Sherlock" Evangeline smiled, stepping into the room. "Sherlock! What a mess you've made!" Ms. Hudson exclaimed, looking around at the paper-covered floor.

"He does this all of the time, you know. I'm shouldn't be surprised anymore" the landlady continued, wandering into the kitchen. Evangeline laughed under her breath as John stood and walked over to the twenty seven year old woman "I don't believe we've met before. John Watson" the doctor smiled, extending his hand, which Evangeline shook "Evangeline Holmes, but you can call me Eve. I don't suppose my brother's told you much about me" she said, glancing over at Sherlock, who casually straightened his jacket cuffs and looked in the other direction. "Nothing whatsoever actually. So you're…. Sherlock's sister then. Right. Okay." John said a bit awkwardly, slightly shocked that Sherlock hadn't mentioned another sibling. "Please don't tell me you have the same relationship with her as you do with Mycroft" John said quietly, looking at Sherlock. Sherlock shrugged "Eve and I haven't spoken much; she's made it rather clear she doesn't want anything to do with Mycroft or myself, which already makes our relationship better than the one I've got with my brother, if you can call it a relationship at all" Sherlock said quickly, clasping his hands behind his back.

Eve rolled her eyes "Don't tell me you're still not getting along with Mycroft" Sherlock's composure stiffened, but didn't answer her, so John did for him "Like you wouldn't believe" Moments later, Ms. Hudson came back into the room, handing Eve a glass of water "So what brings you here dear? I thought you were off in the States doing something with your music!" Eve smiled "I finished at Julliard. Thought I would get some good opportunities in New York after that, but no such luck" she sighed. Sherlock groaned at this "What?" John asked him. "My own little sister who could have as brilliant a mind as mine has decided to be a musician. How mundane" Sherlock said, sitting down in the chair facing Eve. Eve crossed her arms "What if I enjoy mundane?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. Sherlock rolled his eyes "No one could enjoy it. So why are you here?" he asked quickly before she had a chance to say anything. "What? I can't visit my dear brother?" Eve asked innocently. Sherlock raised an eyebrow and gave her a small smile, and she automatically knew that she couldn't lie to him.

"I'm a little short on money, and can't afford my own flat yet. I would ask Mycroft, but…" she trailed off, knowing Sherlock could fill in the blanks. Sherlock stood quickly "Well as much as I would love to have you, we just don't have the space, and I need the room for my experiments. So thank you for dropping by, and give Mycroft my love." He said dismissively, walking off into the kitchen. "Please Sherlock! It'll only be for a few days, and I won't be here much anyways!" she nearly begged, which was not something she did often. "Sherlock! It's your sister!" Ms. Hudson said, crossing her arms "And we can make room" John added, following after his flatmate. Sherlock sat at his microscope and looked between the three of them, before sighing and looking through the glass of the scope "Fine" he said finally, turning his attention fully to his experiments. John smiled, before turning to Eve "I'll help you bring your things up" he said, walking down the stairs with Eve.

"So how is it living with my brother? He can be a handful" Eve asked John when they were halfway down the stairs. "It's um… never boring" he smiled, reaching the bottom of the stairs first and taking Eve's relatively small suitcase from the floor, while Eve took her guitar. "You play guitar?" John asked, eyeing the case. Eve nodded "I know how to play violin as well; mother insisted. But I think that was only because Sherlock learned to play" she muttered.

John raised an eyebrow "Compared to Sherlock a lot as a child then?"

"And Mycroft too. That's why I'm a musician, not a detective or a government agent"

"Trying to be as different as possible from the two people you were compared to your whole life" John nodded in understanding. Eve smiled "Exactly" she said, beginning to ascend the stairs again, John at her heels. The pair came back upstairs, setting Eve's things down by the couch "We don't have a spare bedroom" John told her, biting his lip. "That's alright, I'm used to sleeping on couches" Eve smiled, placing a hand on John's shoulder. John nodded with a smile "Right, well, make yourself at home" he said, before walking back to his bedroom to get changed. Sherlock was still preoccupied with his experiments, specifically at his microscope, when his phone went off in his jacket pocket, pulling him away from the specimen under the glass. He pulled his phone out and read through the text quickly, before replacing the phone in his pocket and standing. Eve watched from the couch as Sherlock hurriedly wrapped his scarf around his neck and pulled his coat on "What's the big rush? A nice murder?" Eve asked with a small smirk. Sherlock smiled down at her "Even better. John! We need to meet Lestrade!" he shouted, before turning and hurrying down the stairs. John, properly dressed now, said a quick goodbye to Eve as he passed her by and followed behind. Eve sighed and reclined on the couch for a moment, before her phone vibrated, and she grudgingly took it out of her pocket.

Welcome home. –MH

Eve smiled down at her phone; she should have known Mycroft would have known she was back.

It's nice to be home. –EH

She shoved her phone back in her pocket and took the elastic band off of her wrist, using it to tie back her long brunette hair so it was pulled away from her face. Eve stood and leaned on the back of the couch, watching Ms. Hudson as she desperately tried to organize the flat so you could at least see parts of the floor "Do they race off like that often?" she asked with a small smile. The landlady laughed "All the time" she sighed, before straightening her dress "Alright dear, if you need anything, don't hesitate to ask" she smiled, walking downstairs. Eve walked around the room curiously, rolling her eyes when she saw the skull, before her gaze finally settled on John's laptop, which had been left open to his blog. She quickly read through all of the cases he had posted with a smile, from A Study in Pink onwards. About fifteen minutes later, Eve started anxiously drumming her fingers on the desk and, with a sigh, she pulled herself away from the laptop and went downstairs, opening the front door and standing on the side of the street as she lit a cigarette. She took a deep breath, breathing out the cigarette smoke with a heavy sigh; the nicotine patches were definitely not working. Eve closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the cool brick wall of 221 Baker Street, not noticing the sniper, dressed head to toe in black, taking pictures of her with his camera phone to send off to his boss.