Here's another puzzle for you to solve, can you figure it out?

(Meg's Point of View)

Irene was laying on a small sofa in 221d, there wasn't much furniture yet so I could only assume it had been left by its last owner. Upon closer inspection I concluded she was fast asleep.

Thankfully Mycroft brought my suitcases down here when he took Addie, I just needed to find my room.

The flat was open the moment you walked into the door, the kitchen was in the back part to the left. On each side of the room there was a door. Then one final door on the right back wall.

I went to the left door first hoping that it would be my room, upon opening it there was an old queen sized bed and my luggage.

I slowly got on my knees and rummaged through my things until I found a small blanket. Walking back into the living room I threw it over Addie, careful not to awaken her.

Tomorrow I would have to go shopping for some furniture and at the very least a telly for Addie.

I walked to the door in the back, it was a bathroom with a window to the back of the building. I was more of a morning shower person myself.

So I made my way to the final door finding a slightly smaller bedroom, I was slightly curious why Addie didn't just sleep in here.

Nonetheless after exploring my new small flat I went to my own room to sleep. The clock on my phone read 11:13, I would need to get up fairly early tomorrow to get breakfast for us.

Throughout the night I continued to toss and turn, every time I closed my eyes I was met face to face with Sherlock Holmes.

In the morning I slowly drug myself out of bed at 8 am, I could faintly hear the sounds of a violin in the distance. I made my way into the living room to find Addie still fast asleep.

I quickly took a shower before changing into a leather jacket and jeans. I made my way to Speedy's hoping to get something quick.

Glancing over there breakfast menu I got Addie an omelet with spinach and bacon, for me one with cheese and sausage. As well as two cups of tea to go.

I snuck back to my flat without anyone noticing not wanting to come up with a reason to have two breakfasts.

Addie by the looks of it had just taken a shower and got a pair of fresh clothes. I only then noticed the small bag next to the couch. I sat the food on the counter for her with a smile.

"Good Morning Addie, I'm going to go shopping later today. Is there anything you need?" Mycroft was paying me enough for this job anyways, I didn't mind spending some of it on her.

"Something to do preferably, it was rather boring waiting for you last night." She paused before continuing, "Thank you for the blanket."

"You know that room is yours right?" I nodded my head towards the door on the right.

"I appreciate that Meg." I nodded slightly finishing up my breakfast, it was a decent meal for the price.

"I'm going to go visit my brother, do not leave this flat understand?" She nodded her head continuing to eat her omelet.

"Also if I ever knock twice on the door that means someone's with me so you need to hid." Again she nodded although I hoped that she wouldn't need to.

"Thank you again Meg, I know that things have been different between us since-" I cut her off with a shake of my head.

"No worries Addie." I made my way out of the flat locking it up before heading to see John.

Sherlock and John were rushing down the stairs, I watched them with curious eyes. But before I could wonder too much my brother grabbed my hand and began to drag me with them.

"Ms. Hudson is watching Rosie, come with us on a case." Before I could confirm or deny his invitation I was squished between him and Sherlock in the cab.

"So what's the case?" I asked breaking the awkward silence, besides if I was going to be dragged off towards death I needed to know.

"A serial killer with a hatred towards love, two newlywed couples were killed execution style." I could almost hear the excitement in his voice, like a little kid on Christmas.

"Any other connection?" I asked him only to be meet with a simple head shake.

"You know John I was planning to buy furniture today, the bed I slept on last night was bloody awful." Sherlock hummed slightly at my statement making me ask him why.

"You've been in America for the last past three years and yet you don't talk like them at all." He had me there I suppose, but I had Addie for company and barely talked to Americans.

We muttered a quick thank you to the cabbie, John paying the man, before we left. Police tape was everywhere as we made our way into a small cottage.

"Lestrade this is my sister, Meg. Meg this is Detective Inspector Lestrade." I nodded my head towards him politely.

"Please just call me Greg." He held out his hand for me to shake it, I gave him a firm shake before Sherlock interrupted.

"Why would she call you that, your names Gavin." I ignored Sherlock as Greg lead us to the room where the couple was killed. Upon closer inspection the Cottage was actually a vacation rental, the pair had died on their honeymoon.

Two bodies laid on their backs both with bullets to the head, however the man's head had rolled to the side staring blankly at the woman.

"Mind if I take a look Greg?" I looked back towards the inspector wondering if he would trust me since I was related to John.

"Go ahead." He replied, I'm assuming he believed it couldn't hurt after all he already needed help from Sherlock.

The killer had put them on different sides of the room, curiously I began to examine the male body. Pulling up his sleeve I found light ligature marks, however they were thin most likely wire.

His hands had small puncture wounds, he had punctured them with his nails from holding his fists so hard. Moving down I checked his pockets coming up empty, I glanced over at the body Sherlock was examining.

Turning back to the corpse and going up to his face I could see the makings of a tear in his eyes. Feeling the back of his neck I found moisture, most likely sweat.

He was made to watch as his wife died, the question is why. The killer had to have lost someone as well, but why kill them both then. Instead the male only was tortured for a few moments before they were killed as well.

I stood looking down at the corpse from the top, using every skill Mycroft had ever trained me in.

"Well Ms. Watson, care to take a guess?" Sherlock challenges me, still upset from me calling his deductions outdated most likely.

"I'm not sure Mr. Holmes if I should." I played coy wondering if he would still attempt to goad me into playing his games.

"Oh I insist." I almost wanted to laugh at how easy it was to trap him, once more I would prove I'm no goldfish. I knew he had thought of me that way, I have John to thank for that.

"Both were bound with wires, the male forced to watch as his wife died. I believe the killer lost someone dear to them in the early stages of their relationship." I paused watching as Sherlock gritted his teeth realizing too late that I was toying with him.

"However, the male is shot moments later the torture only lasting for no more than two minutes. Maybe the killer believes he's saving the couples from inevitable heartbreak." I attempted to speak slower seeing that Greg and John were getting a tad confused.

"Both are from America based on the man's watch and the woman's shoes, both American made. Obviously they were on their honeymoon here." I was sincerely hoping that the detective had gotten that far, thankfully his head nod urged me forward.

"Finally I suspect that this killer won't stop until they are caught and furthermore will continue to escalate into killing more frequently." John seemed in awe of me, however, I barely even explained how I knew any of this. Most likely Sherlock would fill in all of that data for them.

"Now then Baker Boys if you don't mind I'm going to go find a decent mattress." My coat flew behind me as I passed by them.

"Good luck Greg." I patted him on the shoulder faintly hearing Sherlock explaining exactly what I had said moments before.

Eventually I made it to a furniture store, first I focused on the living room and bedrooms knowing we could live without sprucing up the bathrooms and kitchen for awhile. Who cares if we eat in the living room.

First I decided on a dark Grey cloth couch, buying two light blue throw pillows. Along with a white fluffy blanket. Next I got a black wooden coffee table and a tv stand to match.

Finding two reasonably priced chairs, one a pale blue like the pillows and the other a dark grey to match the couch.

I found a nice bookshelf as well as a few potted plants. For the bedrooms I figured we could keep the frames and just get two new quality queen mattresses. I didn't mind spending a lot of money on something that needed to be comfy.

Bought several pillows not worrying about comforters and leaving them for another day. After leaving a sizable dent in my savings I decided to go elsewhere.

The men at the store assured me that my purchases would arrive at Baker Street at 3:30. Giving me about two hours to finish and get back.

I first stopped quickly by an electronics store to by a television, while I didn't care if I had one I knew Addie would get bored. I partly wished I had a car so I didn't have to pay extra for them to deliver it.

We would receive the Telly in about three hours, thankfully meaning that I didn't have to return home sooner.

Next I stopped by a bookstore buying a couple books from the true crime genre and a few from romance. Knowing fully well how much Addie loved them. Finally I made my way to the grocer getting a few basic items and then making my bake to Baker Street.

"Hello Ms. Hudson." I greeted her politely with a smile, such a kind lady.

"Oh hello dear, I see you're settling in alright." Rosie was on her hip fast asleep, even being older Ms. Hudson didn't slow down.

"Yes, I think I'm going to love it here." She nodded, heading towards her own flat while I made my way to mine.

"Oh thank goodness you're back Meg, please tell me you got more than groceries." I laughed slightly seeing exactly where Addie's priorities were at, it was almost like she had been quarantined.

"I've got some stuff on the way and books for you to read." A smile brightened on her face at those words making me chuckle slightly. She always dropped that dominating side near me.

I began to put away the groceries content with the fact that the kitchen had utensils and anything else we would need.

"I was thinking about making beef stew tonight for dinner." She nodded slightly, however looking back I found she already had her head buried in a book. Brainy is the new sexy as she always says.

I heard a knock on the door, Addie quickly made her way to her room however one glance out the peephole made me change her course. They would have to move stuff into her room, instead I sent her to hide in the bathroom.

"How much extra would I have to pay for you strong men to dump two mattresses and an old couch?"

Time passed by in a hurry as furniture was moved around, I felt slightly less bad knowing that Irene at least had a book to keep her occupied.

"Thank you boys for your hard work." I smiled watching them leave, locking the door behind them.

"Thank god they left, I've already finished this book." I smiled watching as she laid the true crime novel on the coffee table before falling onto the couch.

"Well at least our flat is a bit more homie right?" I commented before settling into the light blue chair and turned the telly on.

"Sherlock and John will probably be back soon." I spoke carefully making sure she knew where I was going with this.

"I get it you'll have to leave me again, don't worry I'll be fine." I nodded before leaving my post in the chair to make dinner, I didn't know how long I would be up there.

About an hour passed by and the food was finally completed when I heard a ruckus. Irene shooed me out the door to go check it out while she enjoyed her beef stew.

At the sight of my brother and Sherlock bloody I immediately rushed to them. My worry for my brother trumping any deduction skills I had.

"Are you alright, what happened?" He laughed slightly at my bewildered expression, Sherlock grumbling underneath his breath.

"We got a lead on the killer, sadly he had made a trap to slow us down with what he had on hand. Spaghetti sauce." Upon closer inspection it was sauce not blood, a sigh easily slipped through my lips relieved.

"You were right by the way, even filled in some blanks for Sherlock." John seemed particularly smug about that, a smirk graced itself on my face.

"Oh really!" I taunted Sherlock our eyes meeting, blue clashing blue.

"She's the one who examined the male body, I wouldn't have needed her in the first place if I had seen him." He marched upstairs clearly upset that I hadn't simply stared in awe of his genius.

"Does he act like this often?" I questioned my brother as we made our way up to his flat.

"On a daily basis Sis."  We had made it half way up the stairs before John realized he needed to get Rosie from Ms. Hudson.

I made my way into the flat seeing Sherlock in his mind palace, I walked past him and into the kitchen to make a spot of tea. Making two cups I sat one next to him as I plopped onto John's chair.

"Thank you." I blinked slightly in surprise, I hadn't expected Sherlock to thank me, let alone leave his mind palace.

"Don't act so surprised Megan, I can appreciate a cup of tea." Again I was shocked yet this time for a different reason entirely. It had been the first time he called me by my name.

Not Ms. Watson or Meg like John did, but simply Megan. For some reason the action sent shivers up my spine.

"Well then Mr. Holmes-" I began only to be interrupted by his voice.

"Surely you can call me Sherlock, you are John's sister after all." His voice sounded almost annoyed but his eyes betrayed him. I think he's actually starting to tolerate me.

"Alright then Sherlock you're welcome." John cane in shortly after, still as I looked around the room my eyes always fell back to Sherlock.

Mycroft had always shown sentiment towards his younger brother even though their relationship was strained. Still the way he described him I had believed that I would want to shoot the man the moment we locked eyes.

While our first meeting wasn't ordinary in any sense of the word the feeling never arose. Instead a bubble of energy bursted through my veins as I challenged him.

Intriguing.

Have you seen the new Ebola Holmes movie yet? I quite enjoyed it though I wish Benedict Cumberbatch and Mark were Sherlock and Mycroft.