This is all my made up fiction so has no real connection to most of the actual storyline and instead I have just used the names of some of the characters. Set in modern day England.
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Disclaimer: I own nothing... Unfortunately. ...
Chapter 1
Enola Holmes stood outside her school like she had been doing for the past half an hour. She was waiting for her brother Sherlock to pick her up like he'd promised but as of yet, he hadn't kept it. She hated waiting with all of her bags – she had a PE kit, her school bag and her violin (something Sherlock had gotten her into) – too many in her mind and all her friends had gone ages ago leaving her standing there alone. In the end she decided to text him where he was, growing ever tired of Sherlock's empty promises.
Where are you?
E
The flat.
You were meant to pick me up from school today!
I'm busy, walk home.
"Urrggh!" she thought, he could be so infuriating sometimes.
If I could walk home I would! I'm going text Mycroft + who knows, he might wan't a little chat after dropping me off...
I'm coming now.
Good! And hurry up, it's getting creepy – there are a lot of weird people around.
Finally – Sherlock was coming now! After 45 minutes of waiting – he hated it when Mycroft came around and would do anything to avoid it, in this case, picking her up. About time as well, she wasn't joking about all of the weird people hanging about like the men in black suits at the corner. "Probably just some business men whose work just finished," she thought, she hoped.
In the Flat
Sherlock lay on his sofa at the flat – bored out of his mind as usual. There was nothing to do, nothing to work his brain – no murders, disappearances, odd suicides – nothing. He hated the boring still life of the normal world outside; he liked fast moving problems, puzzles to solve and get stuck into, but nothing for the past 3 weeks. Although his sister Enola also liked to solve cases the police couldn't handle, she didn't mind the boring slow life in which he loathed. She went to school, got homework, went shopping with friends – his kind of hell but it's what she liked to do so he let her do it.
They both lived in flat 221b together along with Dr Watson – Sherlock and John downstairs, Enola upstairs – her room covered in newspaper cuttings and posters from magazines of - in her words "hot and sexy tv stars". She'd texted him 4 times already but as soon as she mentioned Mycroft he decided to come at once even though he didn't want to leave the flat. Just as he summoned a taxi his phone began bleeping again to say he had a new text.
From Enola:
IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN ALIVE – YOU BOTH BETTER PLAY THE GAME AND WIN.