Hello there! So, my friend Rhiannon (tomatoesonstrings) has written a Sherlock fanfic entitled 'School Reunion' (its pretty good, you'll find it in her story 'SherlockJohn oneshots) and it stars Keri and myself as school friends of Sherlock. Now, while waiting for Rhiannon to write another chapter, Keri and I decided we would write our own versions of School Reunion, including Rhiannon in the story as well. Keri has her own account now, if she can get it working. I KNOW that Sherlock most probably went to an all-boys school, but for the sake of this, its a mixed school. Okay? Then lets go!

John was on the phone. Mrs Hudson was out for the day. Sherlock was bored. John had banned him from harpooning pigs. He hadn't had a case in weeks. Actually, that was a lie. He'd had lots of cases, but they were all excruciatingly dull. He could've solved them blindfolded, if he could be bothered to tie a blindfold. He'd perfected all the songs he knew on the violin months ago. He threw himself back onto the sofa and decided to shout at John until he got off the phone.
"John."
No reply. "John."
"John!"
Still no reply.
"JOHN!"
"For God's sake Sherlock I was on the phone, what d'you want?"
"I'm bored."
"Well, luckily for you I've just got another case. Three women, around your age. They'll be round shortly." Sherlock brightened up considerable at the prospect of a case. "Is it a good case?" Sherlock asked. It better not be as bad as the last one. It was so obvious that her stepfather had done it. "I don't know too much about it. I would know more, but you were shouting at me so I had to hang up!" John stared at the consultant detective, trying to make him feel guilty. It didn't work. "So yes, the girls will be here in an hour or so, make sure you're presentable."
"I'm always presentable!" Sherlock replied, indignantly. "Sherlock, you've spent the last few weeks lying on the sofa complaining that you're bored. Go and have a shower!"
Sherlock got up and walked to the bathroom, grumbling. John threw himself onto the sofa, pleased that he'd finally got Sherlock to move. Then he realised that the three women were coming round in around an hour, so he'd better get changed out of his pyjamas. Oh well, that could wait. He hadn't been able to sit on the sofa for weeks.

Nearly two hours later, the doorbell rang. John, now fully clothed, went to answer the door. The three women standing there were all very different. The first woman was taller than the other two. She had brown hair hurriedly swept up into a messy bun. Multiple piercings on her ears could just be seen underneath her hair. Her faded t-shirt bore the logo of a rock band. She had her hands in the pockets of her black jeans, and was tapping the ground with her military style boots. The second woman was leaning against the doorframe. Her straight burgundy hair fell just below her shoulders, and she had a blunt fringe that was almost in her eyes. Her t-shirt had a slogan on it that used to be funny, until too many people started wearing them and the joke got old. Her bright jeans contrasted wonderfully with her equally bright converse shoes. She didn't appear to be paying much attention to John, as she was too busy tapping away on her iPhone. The third woman was the shortest, but also appeared to be the most excited about the situation they were in. She wore a black trilby atop her dark curls, a small golden badge of a magnifying glass pinned to it. A blue scarf hung across her leather jacket, unzipped to reveal a picture of the TARDIS from Doctor Who. She was bouncing on the heels of her blue converses. "Oh hello, so you found the house th-" John was interuppted by screams from the girls as they saw Sherlock pacing the living room. "John! No-" but Sherlock was drowned out by an attack from two of the women. The woman with the burgundy hair stayed at the door, and shook John's hand, smiling warmly.
"Hey, you must be Doctor Watson. I'm Keri. That's Megan" Keri said, gesturing to the woman chatting animatedly to Sherlock, who wasn't paying any attention. "And that's...oh no, Rhiannon! Rhiannon, stop!" Rhiannon had wrapped her arms around Sherlock's neck (which was no mean feat, considering their height difference) and appeared to be trying to hug him to death. Rhiannon's trilby lay forgotten on the floor, in severe danger of being trampled. Megan bent down and swiftly retrieved the hat and placed it back on her friend's head. "Give her a minute Keri, she's a bit excited!" Megan called from the couch where she had sat down. As Rhiannon tried to jump up to kiss Sherlock, Keri and Megan decided enough was enough, and dragged the shorter woman away from the detective. They pulled her onto the sofa between them, where they could restrain her if they needed to. John walked to stand next to his flatmate, looking thoroughly bemused by the entire scene that he had just witnessed. "Do you know them?" John asked, incredulously. The three women on the couch giggled like teenagers.
"Unfortunately, yes. Megan, Keri, Rhiannon and myself were at school together."
"We were friends - we always had our little group, just us four. Mystery solvers of the playground, we were!" Megan chirped up. She seemed to be the louder of the trio. Keri seemed quieter, more reserved than the other two. Rhiannon...well she was just crazy. She seemed to have quite the liking for Sherlock, judging by the magnifying glass on her hat and the scarf she wore that matched his. But they claim to have been his friends...Sherlock doesn't do friends. It just doesn't happen. The strange thing was that he didn't disagree with this statement - it seems that they actually were friends. A long time ago.

"So, why are you here? Make it quick, I'd rather you left soon." Sherlock asked rudely. The three women glanced at eachother, affronted.

"Actually, I think we can stay for a little while, Sherlock Holmes. You see, we haven't heard a peep from you in almost TWENTY YEARS. We wrote, we sent you messages on that website of yours, we tried to find you on facebook... The amount of nights Rhiannon has come home crying because a letter got returned without being opened. You could've called!" Keri was getting purple in the face with anger. Sherlock was backing away - Keri looked like she was going to punch him. "Keri, sit back down." Megan placed a hand on her friend's shoulder. Keri gave her trademark death glare to Sherlock, and threw herself onto the couch, arms firmly folded. Rhiannon looked embarrassed.

"Is this true, Sherlock?" John questioned, his brow furrowed. After a pause, Sherlock gave an almost imperceptible nod. John shook his head. He'd never be able to understand how his genius flatmate's brain worked. After a long and awkward silence, some point during which Keri reached into her bag, pulled out some blue headphones and began bobbing her head in time with the rhythm. Eventually John broke the silence.

"So, why do you need our help?"

Megan immedietly began to explain their predicament. "Well, we share a flat in Cardiff. Our landlord, Mr Thompson, lives the floor above. Its only us in the building. He's a lovely man, wouldn't hurt a fly. The amount of times he's helped us out of some sticky situations with the law!" Megan laughed.

"So, why exactly do you need us?"

"Because someone shot him." Keri shrugged. She made it quite obvious that she was still angry with Sherlock.

"Yeah. We found him one morning, lying on the floor. It was horrible..." Megan shuddered. Rhiannon picked up from where Megan left off.

"No sign of a forced entry, nothing. He's recovering in hospital, but his head must've hit the floor pretty hard. He can't remember a thing."

"Is there any reason you can think of why someone would shoot him?"

"To get to us. There's this person, who... well, they don't exactly like what we do." Keri said bluntly. Sherlock gestured for Keri to continue speaking. "We're con artists. Don't look at us like that, Sherlock Holmes!" Sherlock had just raised his eyebrows. "We're not malicious. We do it for good. Giving criminals a taste of their own medicine. Its not our main job, its just something we do on the side. Megan and I do the actual conning, Rhiannon is always there to get us out if things get a bit troublesome. Well yeah, theres this guy. Swift, his name is. Sort of the opposite of you, Sherlock. Criminal. Bad through and through. Well, a few months ago, we tried to con him. Lets just say, it didn't work." Keri laughed dryly.

"And now he's after you?" Sherlock asked, now rather interested in this case. After all, he'd had quite a bit of experience in the area of dangerous evil enemies. The three women nodded.

"Con artists, eh? Are you any good?" John asked, never having met one before, let alone be in a room with three of them. In response, Megan pulled John's watch out of her pocket. He hadn't even felt it leave his wrist.