Hey, I'm back again for a new chapter ^^ Let's read, comment, vote, and don't forget to read my notes at the end of the page I wrote an announcement ! 

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Their point of view...

Sherlock Holmes

"Sir ? Sir Can you hear me ?" 

Who's talking ? Woman, obviously. Young. Maybe twenty-five. Why does she call me ? Why does she bother me in my Mind Palace ? 

"Because you are unconscious Sherlock" Mycroft answers in my head. 

He's always in my mind palace to advice me, even if I never asked him to do so. I force myself to open my eyes and they meet the woman's ones. They're Eye/Colour. Beautiful. She is pretty, she cares. Why do I think that ? No I'm married to my job, ain't I ? 

" Sir , what's your name ?" 

"The name's Sherlock Holmes" 

I wish she gave me hers. She asks me the address and I answer again. Fast, too fast, she stands on her feet and a man drives me to the hospital. All along I had just one thought : who's she ?

John Watson

Stupid John. Why do you always let Sherlock do whatever he wants without being able to say "no" ? I should have a walk to easy my mind. I love the city, why couldn't I explore new districts I don't know yet ? The sun's shinny today, it's a little bit cold outside but I feel fine, my angry thoughts vanishing as I distance myself from Baker Street. 

At the corner of a street I don't recognise, I see a book shop. I haven't read a book for years, only wrote some stories on my blog but I can't enter and...Wait. Sherlock's not here, I'm not working, nothing can stops me from going in this shop and enjoy the moment.  

The door's bell rings as I enter and I see the shopkeeper, a pretty young woman, jump in scare as she hears the bell. Why does she look so scared and anxious ? Why always looking at that door ? I can feel she's not feeling comfortable with me but I try to calm the atmosphere and she finally smiles at me. Her smile is delighting. I nearly forget all my issues with Sherlock here so I buy two notebooks to thank her. 

When I leave, she gives me her visit card. Her name's (Fake/Name). Sounds good. I'll soon come back to see her again. 

Gregory Lestrade 

Another day, another case. I know I am a good DI but thanks God, Sherlock's here to help me and my team a little bit. And that case is a particular one. First, I don't want to be here. I'm tired and my thermos can't do anything but making me want to go back home right now. Then, it's the murder of a junkie and I met Sherlock years ago having an overdose in a squat, like this poor dead boy. It could have been Sherlock. Fortunately, he's here and alive. 

"Hi Junkie" A voice says. 

I turned to see her. Who's she ? I'm pretty sur I have met her one day, but where ? I try small talk to break the ice and ask if Sherlock and her know each other. But, as always, Sherlock's answer is haughty. 

"Be nice with your colleague, Sherlock" She replies. "You don't want me to tell Mycroft you've fallen back onto your old demons again, do you ?" 

It makes me smile. It's the first time I meet someone who can make Sherlock shuts his trap. I think I'm going to like her. 

Mycroft Holmes

"Anthea, would you please go and check the exits ?" 

"Yes, sir", she replied with a nod of her head. 

As my PA do what she was said, I enter the lecture room by the back door, my eyes scrutinising the room. The target is here, teaching to all those goldfishes students who know nothing, chatting on social medias all the time. Ah, people, all the same. But she is different. Big IQ, perfect leg work skills, clever and charming. A renowned spy of the government. She asks a question, an easy one, and nobody's able to answer correctly. I can't help myself but answer and I see her frowned as soon as she lets her eyes linger on me. 

At the end of the lesson, Anthea comes back and I start talking to the target, explaining her the purpose of my presence here. 

" No" She answers. 

What has she just said ?? 

" I beg your pardon ?"

She insults me, and leave the room. I do not appreciate people who feel superior to me, who attacks me. I scowled. If she really thinks I will give up that easily, she thinks wrong. 

"Sir ?" 

" Prepare a new meeting, Anthea. I haven't said my last word"

Molly Hooper

It's been a long time since I've seen Sherlock for the last time. I wonder why. He always comes to ask me, or, to be exact, to make me let him using my lab, or to take a head, fingers, and some other organs for his experience. As I come back from my break time, I see light under the door. I push it to enter and see him leaning over one of my microscope. I'm quite glad to see him but as always I'm afraid of what will happened because of him. 

"Oh Sherlock I didn't expect you here today" 

He finally looks up at me and...It's not Sherlock. He, is actually a she. But she is the image of Sherlock. Same hair, same face, almost same clothes. I feel my checks becoming red and I apologise, asking her who she is. I freeze when she informs me to be Sherlock's twin and Mycroft's little sister. 

" Tea ?" she asks. 

I sight. Apparently, all the Holmes are the same. I ask her if it is with milk and two sugar lumps and, without me expecting it, she goes to bring me a tea. She may be a Holmes, but she's nicer than the two others, for sure. 

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That's all for today ! I published a day earlier because tomorrow I have to publish something else in French. I hope you enjoyed the chapter ^^ The next one will be them asking you on a date ! I can't wait. 

What's more, would you all please go and check on my french stories (use your laptop so you can translate the synopsis of every story) and tell me which ones you'd like to read in English so I can translate them (as an exercice, still to improve my English again). 

Ps : The requests are open for the imagines ^^ So do not hesitate to ask me (no lemon/smut please, I don't have enough vocabulary to write them in English sorry)

PS (again) : I just found this funny Mycroft pic today which made me laugh XD Enjoy it