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So,I've been thinking about a story such as this for a very long time. I don't believe I'm the first one to think of it but I haven't read one fic that contained supposedly Moriarty's sister. Richard Brook sure but a sister? No. Also,this fic requires you have watched the 1st episode of season 2 'A Scandal in Belgravia' as it starts from there. I hope you like this. For now it'll be a one-shot but later it might escalate into something more. I've already thought how to continue but after trying so hard to come up with chapter 7 of Jolly's Journey, I don't think I'm ready enough to start another somewhat lengthy story. Plus,in less than a month I have to return to my last year of school before college and I have to prepare for subjects like ancient greek and latin. Please leave a review. Sharing your thoughts over this will help me greatly.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but OC and my silly plot. Yes,I have gone a little overboard with the name but basically my name is Andriana and my grandmother's surname was Papadopoulou,a very common surname in Greece. It's something akin to Smith or Brown for the States. Sorry for the long A/N.

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"Jim Moriarty sends his love." Irene Adler said looking at the back of the chair that Sherlock sat. He hissed as he was too shocked at his current predicament to think that The Woman was involved with Moriarty.

After Miss Adler's retort,Mycroft Holmes was ready to discuss about his recent contact with the infamous Consulting Criminal but the sudden opening of the room's door left him speechless. Who would dare come in his room at Diogenes Club without asking for permission from his person. There was a list of people allowed in each room of the man's club and having someone barging in was outrageous and was something akin to unwritten law between the members.

But nobody seemed to bother to check the person coming into the room. It was a woman. First seen by Sherlock as he was sitting facing the door and then by both Irene and Mycroft.

The woman standing by the door was aware that both Holmes brothers were deducing her and she was being judged on her appearance by the third feminine party of the room. She knew things about those three individuals but none of them were aware of her existence.

"Excuse me,miss. You seem to be lost. This is a private room and I'd suggest you go to the reception to find the room you've been searching for. And knocking would be nice." Mycroft said with an annoyed tune in his voice. How would he be able to deal with the problem his brother brought to his doorstep? The last thing he needed was to have to deal with a trespasser in his room.

"Excuse me,Mr Holmes. I do not think I'm lost at all. This is the right room after all." The woman said and stepped fully into the room after closing the brown wooden door of the room shut. Having left everyone inn the room speechless once more,she continued.

"Something of great import has encouraged me to intrude in the ah- lovely atmosphere of your room." The last words being uttered with a strong sense of sarcasm and while locking eyes with the elder Holmes brother.

Mycroft having no recollection of this woman in his mind castle,started analysing her stance,the articles of clothing that adorned her form and lastly her accent. While it was an accent very close to a British or Scottish one, he couldn't immediately match it with one he was already aware of. A fact which left him bereft of the origins of the woman in front of him. Based on her posture, skin color, and features, he would say she was from a country close to the Mediterranean, meaning between Europe and Africa. Possibly Europe. She seemed highly educated and Mycroft's train of thought was once more lost by Irene Adler.

"Really,pet? Do tell what was of such great import that made you trespass in Ice Man's room?" Miss Adler said with the most seductive voice she could master. She was bewildered and enchanted by the feminine creature that was in front of Sherlock's chair. The Domme in her wanted to dominate the young woman and have her on a leash along with the consulting detective.

Sherlock hadn't even blinked from his seat,still looking intently at the woman in front of him. Mycroft on the other hand was still trying to remember if he knew the new occupant of his private room and contemplating sending Anthea a message to search the identity of this woman. But before anyone could say or think anything else,the unknown woman spoke again with her pleasant voice and foreign accent.

"Firstly,Miss Adler I'm not your pet."She spatted,looking the older woman in the eyes with a very cold and menacing look.

"Secondly,I have actually come here in regards to a deal you made with someone whom I will certainly not name. I wanted to inform you that the deal is off and you ought to hand your cell phone over to Mr Holmes with the correct password that unlocks the device. Your cooperation would be appreciated."

"Or what,pet?" Irene uttered arrogantly. Who was this person,coming in here,demanding she give her secrets up!? That little naive mouse! If she had he whip with her,the petty excuse of a woman would surely be bitten into submission. The strange woman smiled mischievously and her big brown eyes sparkled with the respective feeling.

"Then..." She said and walked over to Mycroft's chair. She snaped the phone from Mycroft's hand and quickly tapped four digits. After the device in her hand beeped that it was unlocked she looked down to Irene gain and completed her previous sentence. "...I will unlock it myself."

After that,the unknown brown-haired woman handed the device to Mycroft and made a beeline to the closed door of the room. She was stopped however by Mycroft's cough. She turned around and saw three pair of eyes looking at her profoundly. Some emitted admiration while others disgust and hatred.

"You... Who are you?" Mycroft said,still trying to process the happenings of the last five minutes.

"I'm Moriarty's sister." That was uttered without the strength of her previous words. She then looked down on the ground as if she felt sorrow and regret that such fate landed on her. But she quickly lifted her gaze back at the older Holmes and tried to quickly reassure him.

"I may be his sister but know that I do not mean any harm to you or your family. I have no wish to repeat his deeds. I simply wish to correct his misguided actions. Starting by The Woman there." She said,the flair of inner fortitude once more on display in her eyes. She then made again her way to the door but before she opened it,turned around and looked the dominatrix in the eyes.

"Jim doesn't send his love because he's dead." She deadpanned. Now she was looking in the brilliant eyes of Sherlock. " Let's just say that in his 'mission' to burn the heart out of you...he burnt his. The autopsy is being done at the moment by the brilliant Molly Hooper. You all are invited to his funeral. Tomorrow at 16:31 at the Bond Street Cemetery. Thank you for your time and sorry for intruding once more. Gentlemen. Miss Adler." The woman said,turned and left the private room of the Diogenes leaving behind her three baffled people.

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The second one is coming right up.

Andriana