The Missing Link
Chapter 1: Amelia
She took a deep breath before knocking on the door.
"Maybe no one will be home." she thought.
But the feeling in her gut told her she was wrong. As she knocked on the heavy wooden door she pulled down her long jacket sleeves, hiding the bruises.
"Amelia!" exclaimed Mrs. Hudson as she pulled open the door, her long purple dress complimenting her excited blue eyes. Mrs. Hudson had always been a motherly figure to all the Holmes children especially after their dad passed away. "What a pleasant surprise! Were Sherlock and Mycroft expecting you?"
"Oh is Mycroft here too?" Amelia inquired, trying to seem happy about this, when in reality she would rather chop off her own two legs then be confronted by both of her brothers at the same time; see Sherlock and Mycroft were very clever and when they were together nothing, and I mean nothing, would go unnoticed.
"Yes dear, he arrived only a few moments ago. Rushing through the front door with his umbrella, I'm quite surprised that he didn't have one of his skanky secretaries trailing in after him." answered Mrs. Hudson with a smile.
"Shit." She thought. "Out of all days, they had to both be here." "If Mycroft is here he obviously knows something, and is no doubt telling Sherlock."
She walked up the creaky old stairs, each stair creaking with each step, and wandering into the living room, praying that Sherlock was one of his moods, a mood where he would be to full of himself to pay any attention to her. As she arrived on the landing she glanced at her older brothers, both tall with their mother's long nose but their father's all-knowing eyes, deducing everything. They stood talking but Amelia could sense the animosity between the two. Sherlock, in his suit, stood with his hands in his pockets, clearly thinking about what he would rather be doing with John. She could see that he was not paying any attention to Mycroft. Mycroft on the other hand was standing, leaning on his umbrella, clearly tired. His new position in the government took a toll on him and she wondered when the last time he had a decent night's sleep.
"Amelia, what are you doing here? I heard you had other...pressing things to deal with today." said Mycroft, using a tone that suggested danger.
"Your spies aren't what they used to be dear brother." she replied.
"Please, listen to you two, bantering like a bunch of children." Sherlock replied, fingering his violin, paying no attention to the pair.
She felt Mycroft's eyes on her, she knew he could see the thick coating of cover up on her neck and he undoubtedly noticed the long jacket despite the mild weather. She caught his eye and could sense the unsaid words passing between them. Amelia knew then that he knew, but did he know the whole story? She doubted it. His spies were indeed very good at keeping tabs on her, but she was certain they were not able to track her down to that abandoned warehouse.
"Well, Mycroft, what was so important that you had to interrupt John and I's day?" said Sherlock anxious for them to leave, he had a romantic picnic planned by the lake with John and his siblings were ruining a perfect day he had been looking forward to.
But then, Mycroft's phone rang and he rushed out to answer it, probably some government crisis.
I glanced at Sherlock, I felt him starting to deduce me. His almond shaped eyes scrunched as he began to notice things. Things Amelia wanted him to ignore. She turned her back to him, trying to hide as much as she could. She looked up and saw Mycroft re-enter the room with a stern look but his furrowed brow suggested worry.
"That was the hospital; Mum has been in an accident." He said, triggering an immediate response as the trio headed to Aldershot, their childhood home.