This does NOT belong to me. It goes to the owner of Sherlock Holmes and the 22nd Century.
Warning: Cursing, Violence, and some family love.
They thought that once the napoleon of crime has had a child of his own that all the crimes would've stopped and criminals wouldn't take over the crime world. But they were wrong mega time. Moriarty had a couple of sons; Jesse and James Jr. but we call him JJ. JJ has been trying to go out with me since the 6th grade. I have a crush on Jesse though and we sneak out to hang around the old New London Cemetery. My name is Katherine Irene Holmes, but I go by Katie and I'm the second born child of the great Sherlock Holmes and the descendant of John Lestrade. I have two brothers, an older one named Michael Sherlock, and a younger one named Ethan Mycroft. Michael wanted to be like Uncle Mycroft and serve the queen and the prime minister. What a kiss-ass! Why not, he keeps all sorts of secrets from the whole family. Ethan wanted to be like mom and be a Scotland Yard Inspector. My dream was to be the world's greatest detective just like my dad. Even though my parents were against it, inside their hearts they were honored that Ethan and I wanted to combat crime like they do. Unfortunately, Uncle Mycroft died before mom was even born and they weren't around to teach Michael the skills he needed, that is until we did something awesome and incredibly stupid. This is where I shut the hell up and start the story.