Chapter one
It had been another usual day in 221b with Sherlock shooting the wall and john laying about on the armchair writing his blog. "Sherlock I am bloody well trying to concentrate here!" John snapped tiredly "and the rent's high enough as it is, never mind Mrs. Hudson raising it every time you shoot that wall."
"bored!" Sherlock complained before falling back onto the sofa and chucking the gun a cross the room. "I haven't had a case for two days and to be frank I am sick of sitting about!"
Just as he was about to reply there was a knock on the door. Sherlock grinned like a child on Christmas and ran down the stairs before returning to his neutral expression again and opening the door.
John followed suit and walked down the stairs behind him, at the door was a young woman who looked remarkably similar to Sherlock, she had dark brown hair that hung loosely down her back and gray eyes. She was wearing a long black coat , boots, a pale blue scarf and jeans , she was considerably attractive. She smiled brightly when Sherlock open the door , john noticed him scowl and take an unnecessary step back.
"well, are you going to invite me in? I thought that was the polite way these days." the girl said with sarcasm in her voice and a cheeky smile on her face, John decided that he liked this girl.
"of course... Come in." Sherlock muttered rather unhappily, moving to the side so the girl can enter. She walked in quietly and Sherlock led her up the stairs, john naturally followed behind.
Sherlock went an sat in the arm chair, John on the sofa . The girl went and planted her self on the sofa along side John, not that he minded too much. "what are you doing here?" Sherlock asked with what sounded like bitter resentment in his voice.
"Don't pretend you're not glad to see me." the girl replied cheekily , looking about the room. "and anyways , I need your help."
"no" he said coldly. "But Sherlock!"
"do it yourself." the girl looked as if she was about to cry. "last time I tried to help you , you completely shunned and rejected, and what was it you told me? Oh yes, I don't need you're help, I can do fine by myself. In your words you are a capable young women who doesn't need my help." John was shocked by Sherlock's reaction , he met the eyes of the girl who looked lost and hurt.
" not with this." she said her voice was weak, breaking like she was on the verge of tears, John felt a pang of guilt wash over him. "I need you Sherlock. Please." her voice sounded defeated .
"what is the problem?" John interjected, Sherlock gave him a dark glare.
She look at John with wide hopefully eyes. And she started to speak slowly. " I have been suspected of murder, and at this precise moment Scotland yard is looking for me. I didn't know where else to go." the girl finished breaking down in tears.
" and you have done nothing , I suppose?" Sherlock said sarcastically.
"Sherlock!" john exclaimed.
"honestly john , I have the right to pick and choose my clients. It is also my right to ask any question I deem necessary in any way that I want." Sherlock said harshly. And with that John shut his mouth.
"You know I wouldn't do anything like that. Please why won't you help me?" the girl said in utter despair and desperation.
"do I?" Sherlock said raising an eye brow, his statement was meant to hurt. What did Sherlock have against this girl, john thought.
The girl looked heavily wounded by Sherlock's statement. "You bloody well should" she said raising her voice. The girl stopped and looked away from Sherlock taking a deep breath before continuing quietly. "Look Sherlock, I know that last time we parted it wasn't on the best of terms, but I need you more than ever. Please don't let me take the fall for something I didn't do. I need you , I need my big brother."
"Big brother?" john said dazed in confusion.
"yes, john. This young women here is my younger sister Elona Holmes. Elona this is John Watson."
"pleased to meet you, John Watson."
" you have a sister?" john said still confused.
"yes , john and she standing right there."Sherlock pointed at the girl sitting on the sofa next to john.
"but … how old are you?"
" twenty, why do you have a problem?"
"no he's just wondering because you look considerably young for you age. And make a considerable age gap between you and Mycroft, fifteen years to be precise." Sherlock stated , looking his sister over.
Enola shrugged "How is our big brother doing then?"
" Annoyingly fine"
"Still all-so-powerful then" Enola said sarcastically .
"Of course, ever since you ran away he hasn't mentioned you." He turned to John "She didn't want to go to finishing school."
" And neither have you obviously" Elona muttered "such wonderful brothers I have, they wouldn't even care if I were dead or alive. If it wasn't for the fact I came here today" John listened to the way she articulated her words and realized the similarity between her and her brothers. She was obviously stubborn and good with words, she was a Holmes for sure there was no doubt about that.
"May I remind you that it was you who ran off" Sherlock pointed out.
"And may I remind you that it was you and Mycroft who were trying to send me to a boarding school because neither of you could be bothered with me."
"And may I remind you both that it was my decision anyways." a voice said from the doorway. Sherlock , John, and Elona looked and in the doorway stood Mycroft. "I had custody over you so therefore I could do as I wished."
Elona rolled her eyes and Sherlock glared at Mycroft. "What do you want?" he asked angrily.
"Well I had come to tell you that our younger sister had tarnished the Holmes name once again. It seem that our dear sister committed murder."
"It wasn't me." Elona said despairingly.
" All the signs point to you, Elona , they found your personal belongings at the scene of the crime." Mycroft replied.
" Someone stole them! I can't believe it that you refuse to believe me. You're my brother you're supposed to be family!" Elona yelled as she stood up and crossed her arms.
" Do you know how bad this will hurt my reputation?" Mycroft demanded coldly .
"Mycroft you have to believe me, you can't keep pretending that I did it when you know I am innocent."
"I am sorry, Elona, there is simply too much evidence against you for me to believe you."
"But I have a witness! I was with him at the time of the murder."
"And what is his name?" Mycroft asked
"His name is James."Elona responded quickly.
"His surname so I can contact him before your hearing." Mycroft said taking out a pad of paper and pencil.
And desperately she said. "Moriarty! His name is James Moriarty."