The Case of the Hired Valkyries

by Spiffswishy

Sherlock Holmes believes he has solved his latest case, only to find out it is only part of a bigger plot involving his greatest enemy, Moriarty. But a new mystery rolls in with the arrival of John's distant cousin, a girl names Jaime who stems from America. Could she unwillingly hold the secret to Moriarty's plot? Will Sherlock be able to solve this case without making sacrifices?

1. Chapter 1

The Case of the Hired Valkyries

Chapter 1

Jaime

My name is Jaime, pronounced HI-Me by my Spanish mother, pronounced Jame-Y by everyone else who speaks English. Not exactly a girl's name but my birth certificate didn't seem to care.

Perhaps that's why I went by James. Of course I didn't look Spanish, I had the porcelain white skin and long brown hair of my sonofabitch father who left after I was born. What can I say? Some people just aren't meant for responsibility.

Take my mother for example. She gets landed with one kid who she shuffles off to her parents as she enters into a lifetime contract with alcohol and drogas. It wasn't a surprise that an overdose killed her, she just had bad timing.

Two weeks into my senior year of high school, three months before I turn eighteen and she has to go and kill herself. Wouldn't have been a problem except for the will she left. I hate the will. It was the reason I was on a plane for London, with all of my possessions crammed into a carry on, instead of at karate class with my hot, twenty-something year old sensei. Just saying, where do you think I wanted to be at this moment?

Law stated I had to pick up and leave our ranch on the border between Texas and México for a shabby apartment in London, rented by my second cousin or something. I had never heard of him before but I had heard of his sister. Harriet and mi madre had been drinking buddies before my mother had moved to the states with my father. Geez, and kids in my high school wondered why I stayed away from booze. It was practically implanted in my blood.

"Unaccompanied minor?" The guy across the aisle asked me in perfect English. At one glance I could tell he was my age, probably heading to England for a fútbol tournament of some sort judging by Spain's flag's colors on his jersey and the soccer ball by his feet. Oh yes, and I could tell he was hoping to swipe my V-card in the bathroom on the plane before we landed.

I didn't bother responding, instead shoving my headphones into my ears. Maybe some angsty music would make me feel better, or at least drown out the rest of the world.

John

Sherlock yanked the plug of John's headphones from the laptop. YouTube paused automatically.

"What the bloody hell was that for?" John asked, shaken. He had almost forgotten Sherlock was in the room, which even on a good day was very hard to do.

"That music was too loud John. I couldn't think." John didn't bother to point out that he had been listening to it with headphones. Sherlock could ignore him for hours at end, yet even the presence of pop music could throw him overboard. "Why were you listening to-"Sherlock looked over at the screen, "Goo Goo Dolls?"

John sat up straighter, surprised Sherlock was even asking the question being the great detective he was. "Facebook says it's my cousin's favorite band so-"

Sherlock picked up his violin and drew the bow across the strings, replicating the sound of a cat being pushed into an operating blender.

"Sherlock look-"John began, only to be drowned out by yet another painful screech.

"Sherlock!" Another howl. John, unable to deal with the noise stood up and wrenched the violin from Sherlock's grasp.

The greatest mind in London frowned. "John do be careful with my violin. It's an antique."

John fumed inside, putting down the violin carefully nonetheless. "Look Sherlock we're going to have to talk about it eventually. My cousin needs somewhere to stay."

"She is not staying in my flat." Sherlock said, a little peeved.

"Your flat!?" John exclaimed. "I pay half the rent on this flat!"

"Exactly. This is still my flat and you are simply my flat mate."

"Sherlock you are being ridiculous. Her mother just died."

"Mothers die every day John! Really you must learn how to separate yourself from a situation which hardly involves you."

John looked down at his best friend who, at the moment, he wanted to punch in the face. Today wasn't different from most days in reality. John grabbed his keys and his jacket.

"I'm going out."

Sherlock watched him descend the stairs and sat still until he heard the door slam below. Then, with the grace of a jack rabbit, he darted across the room for John's laptop. He was in the middle of a case, one he hadn't even shared with John yet.

He Google-searched "Valkyries" and a smile lit up his face. Perhaps this case wouldn't take as much time as he thought. Ah yes, the game was afoot and not even John's cousin could mess it up.

XX: Thank-you for reading! Hope you enjoy! Chapters will be kept relatively short so I can put up more of them more frequently! Please comment with any advice/praise/criticism!