Hi, me again! This time with a BBC Sherlock story that just won't leave me alone. I truly don't know how far I am going to take this, or where it is this story is going to go. It may not make first, especially in this first chapter. Hopefully it will turn out well. Anyway, give it a try!
Prologue
Two years. That's how long my father has been missing. Just last month he had been declared legally dead. I thought about this as I dived into the cool water of the pool after a hard martial arts session. My nostrils were instantly filled with the strong smell of chlorine as I pushed the water past in self anger. It was really fruitless - I had done everything I could to help find my dad. Well, everything that a 17 year old girl could do.
So what was I doing wrong? Why was it two years later and still no leads? It was infuriating, frustrating even. Most people had already given up on the case - but not me. I still think my father is out there somewhere. Alive.
Before his kidnapping, my father was an MI5 agent and he was great at what he did. The very best in London. Other Intelligence agencies had written many letters requesting his help with various missions over the years. But like every old Intelligence movie, two years ago something went dreadfully wrong and no one knows what. He left his (now late) wife and daughter behind with enough money to live off, but nothing to fill the gaping whole he left in my heart.
After a hard hour of sprints, I got out of the pool and wrapped my shivering body in a multicolor towel. I was exhausted. At least I didn't have anything to look forward to, really. Only reading - not books though, Police reports. Once or twice a month, I made a tradition of getting out the Police reports surrounding my father's disappearance, looking for one tiny detail I might have missed before. Something that might tell me where he'd gone. Each time I set my eyes on the pile of reports I just felt sad - I knew I couldn't let go. Everyone has unfinished business, this was mine.
My father's name is Jim Moriarty.
So there you go! I started thinking "What if Moriarty had a daughter?" but I didn't read anything because I didn't want my ideas shaped by those others had already written. This is also a combination of a story that I began writing years ago, but never finished as well as a BBC Sherlock fic. Might also throw some SherlockxOC in there….
What do you think? Review to share your ideas!
- Kimmie