Family Business ch.1
Sophie's POV
"Sir, if I may state my viewing on this, do you know who you're talking to?" I asked, interrogating the gentleman in the parlor. "I do. You're talking to my daughter." A voice boomed behind me, as they entered the parlor. I turned around to face the legendary man I called my father. Nervousness crept into my mind as the only sounds heard in the parlor was the sound of my father's freshly polished shoes on the wooden floorboards. "Sophie Odette Holmes, what have your mother and I told you about interrogating my clients?" He whispered in my ear scolding my actions. "To wait till the clients state their views and are proven to have a motive, I know." I mumbled, keeping my head down. "That's right. Now go start your studies and I'll let you know when my business is finished." My father said, shooing me off. Yep, that's typical life for the daughter of the infamous detective Sherlock Holmes.
After Studies….
I was wandering around the house, when I heard my parents talking in hushed tones in the kitchen. "He's back?" I heard mother say. Whose back? "I'm afraid so Irene. And he's bringing his son into the family business. He can't be trusted." My father replied, worriedly. "Did you tell Sophie?" She asked. "No but I will need her help in this case. This is something that Watson and I can't deal with by ourselves. I will go tell her now." I heard him say. I scampered quickly out of the hall and into my quarters. I landed on my bed and picked up the nearest book, to look occupied. "Sophie dear, may I come in?" He asked from outside of the door. "Sure." I replied. "I have to discuss a new case with you. It's on this very devious, evil, brooding man named James Moriarty. He is the leader of a massive crime ring going around in Central London. He's brought his son into the business. I need your help to take down his son, Henry Moriarty." He explained, holding out his hand afterwards to see if I agreed to the case or not. "I accept." I said, my voice full of seriousness.
Henry Moriarty's POV
"Henry, I have an assignment for you." My father said, coming into my room. "Okay." I replied. "I need you to remember this name and take this person down." "I'm listening." I suddenly sat up, intrigued. "Holmes. Sophie Holmes." He replied slowly, his words like cold steel. "I got it. Find the girl and take care of the dirty work."
Okay guys, I know it's unlike me to write a mystery but I have a sudden infatuation with Sherlock Holmes and I think it has to do with the movie coming out tomorrow IDK. So please read and review!
This will get better as it progresses I promise.
Little Miss Purple