"She's very smart", Sherlock said, talking about Sandra. "But she's not that smart. It's going to be an easy code."

"Same one as the note?" Emma asked him.

"Similar, not the same."

"Okay." Her stomach grumbled. "Hey, Sherlock, do you have any food I can eat?"

"There's some in the fridge", he said while flipping through the note book.

Emma walked over to the fridge and opened it. Nothing. She opened the freezer and saw hands. Severed hands. In a bag. Classy.

"How did John do it?" she whispered to herself. "Hey Sherlock?" she called. She picked up the bag of hands with her thumb and forefinger, disgusted. She walked into the living room and dangled the bag in front of Sherlock. "Why do you have hands in your fridge?"

"In case I need a hand with anything."

"Oh god", Emma shook her head. Why was Sherlock attempting to make a joke?

"I said in case I need a han--"

"I heard you", she said, saying the 'i' with a higher pitch. She walked back into the kitchen and slung the hands back in the freezer. Looks like I'm not eating.

"I'm going to go check on Mrs. Hudson", Emma says, walking to the door.

"Mhmm", Sherlock hummed while looking through the note book.

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Emma knocked on the door, to no reply. The door was slightly open.

"Mrs. Hudson?" She called out. She pushed the door open so she could get inside her flat. She saw that everything was in good order, looked like no one had broken in or taken anything, but then again, she had never been in her flat before.

She called out again, "Mrs. Hudson?"

"Oh, dear", Mrs. Hudson was behind her, standing in the doorway. "Mind helping me with the groceries?"

"Sure, Mrs. Hudson." Emma took a few bags from her and set them down on the table. "The door was open when I came down here. Do you... know anything about that?"

"Oh, yes, Sherlock told me to leave it open a crack. Said you'd come down here. I asked him what's in it for me? and he told me you would help with groceries." Mrs. Hudson smiled.

"Well I guess now I have to help", Emma joked. "Can I take some food up to Sherlock?"

"That's okay, dear, I usually make him food."

"But you're the land lady", Emma stated confused.

"Apparently a housekeeper, too", Mrs. Hudson laughed. "But don't tell Sherlock that."

While they were having this normal conversation, Emma was making deductions about Mrs. Hudson.

She was married, but her husband died. And her husband, boy was he risky. They did go together, though. He had a drug ring, she was an exotic dancer, people are always young and stupid at some time in their life, and they met at that time. Made sense.

"So how's the case going?" Mrs. Hudson asked as they started putting things away. Emma opened the fridge and started putting fruit in its proper place.

"Good. We got a few things going, but I know you don't care about all that. Tell me about your life", Emma answered.

"It has its ups and downs. But last night, during bridge, the funniest thing happened!"

Emma listened as she put away more food items. Crackers, bread, apples, pineapple, cookies, potatoes, beans, cans of soup. She listened about Mrs. Turner and the funny thing she said, of how Mrs. Hudson never won a game of bridge, about her past and her husband. She was finding so many things about her. Emma actually enjoyed Mrs. Hudson's company, sure that everyone was like that except for Sherlock.

Thinking of Sherlock....

"Emma, you need to come with me." Sherlock stood in the doorway, expecting Emma to go immediately.

Emma was sitting down on a kitchen chair and hesitated. "But Mrs. Hudson's making tea."

"I'm sure Mrs. Hudson won't mind."

"Don't worry, you two go."

"See?" he said.

"I'm coming, I'm coming. Hold your horses", she replied. She put on her coat and got ready to go. "Goodbye Mrs. Hudson!"

"Bye!" Mrs. Hudson called as Sherlock dragged Emma out the door.

Sherlock called a cab and got one to come in a few seconds.

"How do you do that so quick?" she asked him.

"I'm a genius."

Sherlock dragged her into the cab and told the driver where to go.

"St. Bart's hospital."

As soon as the location was said by Sherlock, Emma knew she would have no time to question him. Sherlock was staring out the window as she sighed and sunk down in her seat.

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The cab pulled up outside of St. Bart's and Sherlock left so quickly that she had to pay for the cab fare. She quickly followed him inside and into the elevator.

"What are we doing at St. Bart's?" she asked him.

"Seeing the body."

"Sherlock, it's 9:00!"

"And...?"

"Is this all you do? Solve cases?" she asked him. Her phone went off, meaning she got a text, so she got her phone from her pocket and checked it.

'I'm a high functioning sociopath, consulting detective, and genius. What else would I do?

-SH'

She looked up from her screen as she saw him swiftly slide his phone back in his pocket. Sherlock smiled his half intelligent half I'm-smarter-than-you smile as they waited to get to the proper floor. When the elevator arrived, Emma could already sense what was going to be happen.

"She'll be jealous", she said.

"What?"

"Even though nothing's happening."

They walked into a room with a brunette in it. Sherlock got what she was saying as soon as they both saw Molly.

"Sherlock", Molly looked at him and smiled. Then she looked at Emma and her smile became a forced one. "And who is this?"

"Emma", Sherlock answered.

"You must be Molly", Emma said, "Sherlock talks about you all the time."

Emma was like that, she said what people wanted to hear in order to get her way.

"Oh, he does?" she started smiling profusely again. Sherlock just ignored there 'boring' banter and went to look at the body.

"Yup, I only met him today, but I've heard so much."

Emma started walking towards Sherlock, but Molly stopped her with a question.

"Like what?"

Thank God I'm great at deducing.

"Well, for one that you work at St. Bart's. Another, that you and him work closely on cases, even though you may not think it." She looked at Molly's leg and saw cat fur on it. "And that you own a cat."

"Oh, I guess he must've said a lot. You two have ten minutes", Molly said.

Emma deduced that she was very tired. Physically tired and tired of Sherlock showing up at the worst times possible.

"Only need two", Sherlock stated from across the room. "No", he corrected himself, "only one."

Emma walked over to Sherlock as Molly started putting away her laptop.

"What have you found?" Emma asked.

Sherlock answered her immediately, like he knew she was going to ask him that, "Nothing. I'm waiting."

"Waiting?" Emma furrowed her brows.

"It's been a minute Sherlock", Molly stood with the door open.

"Coming", Sherlock started walking towards the door. Still confused of why he said 'waiting', Emma started to follow him.

Right before Molly closed the door, a little 'ding' came from inside the room. Molly checked her phone, even though it obviously came from inside.
"Is that yours?" Molly turned to ask Emma, but ended up asking a wall. Emma was inside the room with Sherlock, taking out the Apple Watch from the evidence bag.

"Did that come from the watch?" Molly asked. Again, she wasn't speaking to a person, but instead to thin air. Not intentionally, just because Emma and Sherlock were too smart for a stupid question in which they would have to reply with a stupid answer.

"What does it say?" Emma asked Sherlock intently.

Sherlock looked at what it was and stared at it without saying a word. When Emma didn't get an immediate response, she looked at it. She couldn't say anything. Sherlock read it out loud as she was surrounded by shock and stopped breathing.

"Emma. I can see you."