**I do not own Sherlock! I only own Sarafina and Liza Holmes! Credit for transcript goes to Ariane DeVere - LiveJournal.**
Chapter 1
Liza wakes up to loud noises coming from downstairs. She figured it was Sherlock, just being his noisy self. She then hears what sounds like a struggle between Sherlock and… someone else. She slowly gets up and opens her bedroom door. She heads downstairs to see Sherlock and a heavily robed man fighting. She stands out of the way as the struggle continues. She lets it go for a little while longer as the robed man swings his sword again at Sherlock as he ducks. He then straightens up and points at Liza, who has now moved almost directly behind the man.
"Look!" Sherlock shouts. The man half-turns and Sherlock takes this opportunity to swing one hell of an uppercut to the man's chin. The man collapses, unconscious, into Sherlock's armchair. Sherlock straightens up and immediately dusts himself off, looking down at the unconscious man with distain. Liza stares at him. Sherlock looks at her. "Thank you for the distraction." She looks at him, confused.
"Um… sure." She looks down at the man lying in the middle of the living room. "What are you gonna do with him?"
"Not sure." Sherlock says. Liza nods and looks around.
"Where's John?"
"He went to get the shopping."
"Ah." There was a moment of silence and Sherlock grabs the man's hands.
"Ill grab the hands, you get the feet." Liza stares at him for a moment, but shrugs and decides to go with it. She grabs his feet and slowly, they start carrying the man out the door. "Hopefully this won't attract too much attention." Sherlock says. Liza laughs and continues out the door, body in tow.
Later, Sherlock and Liza are sitting calmly in the living room, Sherlock reading a book and Liza sitting upside down on the couch playing with something on her phone. John walks up the stairs and stops just inside the room and looks around like he suspects that something happened when he was gone, but he wasn't sure what.
"You took your time." Sherlock said, not looking up.
"Yeah, I didn't get the shopping." Liza stops with her phone and looks at John, still upside down as Sherlock looks at John indignantly over the top of his book.
"What? Why not?"
"Because I had a row, in the shop, with a chip-and-PIN machine." John says tetchily. Sherlock lowers his book a little.
"You… you had a row with a machine?"
"Sort of. It sat there and I shouted abuse. Have you got cash?" Sherlock nods towards the kitchen while holding back an amused smile.
"Take my card." John walks to the kitchen, but stops and turns to look at Sherlock.
"You could always go yourself, you know. You've both been sitting there all morning. You've not moved since I left." Sherlock briefly flashes back to where he had ducked under the sword the man had swung at him. He tries to be nonchalant and turns the page in his book while John picks up Sherlock's wallet and rummages through it. "And what happened about that case you were offered – the Jaria Diamond?"
"Not interested." Sherlock says as he grabs a piece of paper to use as a bookmark and snaps the book shut. He looks down to see the man's sword still lying in view under his chair. He quickly puts his foot down and slides it further under the chair. "I sent them a message." Sherlock said firmly. He briefly flashes back to when he knocked the man out. John pulls out Sherlock's card, but notices the gauge on the table from when the man had pinned down Sherlock with his sword. He rubs it with his finger.
"Ugh. Holmes." He whispers. He looks at Sherlock and tuts pointedly. Sherlock innocently shakes his head and John turns and walks down the stairs, leaving the room. Sherlock immediately smirks.
John returns with the shopping, staggering up the stairs with several bags.
"Don't worry about me." John says sarcastically. Sherlock is just sitting at the dining table with his hands folded in front of his mouth, reading an email on a laptop. John sighs heavily and carries the bags to the kitchen and dumps them on the table. John turns and looks around. "Where's Liza?"
"Went to a movie with a 'friend'." He replies, moving his fingers in an air-quote around the word friend.
"What friend?"
"Lestrade's son." John stops.
"A boy?"
"Mhm…"
"You let her go to a movie. Alone. With a boy?" Sherlock sighs and looks at John.
"Its Lestrade's son. What's there to worry about?" John pauses.
"Let me spell it out for you. Liza; girl. Lestrade's son; boy. Boy, girl, dark room, unsupervised?" Sherlock continues staring at the screen. "You've no idea what I'm saying, do you?" Sherlock grunts and John sighs. "Never mind…" John looks at Sherlock and frowns. "Is that my computer?" Sherlock starts to type.
"Of course."
"What?!"
"Mine was in the bedroom."
"What, and you couldn't be bothered to get up?" Sherlock doesn't reply. "Its password protected!" John says indignantly.
"In a manner of speaking. Took me less than a minute to guess yours." He looks up at John. "Not exactly Fort Knox."
"Right, thank you." John says annoyed. He walks over and slams the lid down and Sherlock removes his fingers, just in time. He takes the laptop across the room and puts it on the floor next to his armchair and sits down. Sherlock puts his hands together and places them in front of his mouth and props his elbows on the table. John pick up a pile of envelopes from the small table beside his chair and frowns. "Oh." He says as he flips through them. He sees one that looks like a bill and shakes his head. "Need to get a job."
"Oh, dull." John puts the envelopes back on the table and looks at Sherlock for a moment, then glances at the bills again and leans forward awkwardly.
"Listen, um…" Just then, Liza walks in. John stops and looks at her. She looks at him.
"Hey, you're back. How's the shopping?" She shuts the door behind her and looks at John. He's staring blankly at her. "What?"
"How'd it go at the movie?"
"Fine." Liza says suspiciously. There was a pause and Liza realizes what he's talking about and looks at Sherlock exasperatedly. "You told him, didn't you?" Sherlock merely shrugs. Liza sighs and looks back at John. "Oliver's just a friend, John. A good friend who wanted to see a movie and invited me to come along." John continued to look at her accusingly. "Nothing happened, okay?!" John's gaze continues. "Ugh. Since when did I inherit a dad?!" She says and stalks off to her room. John smirks and turns to sit normally in his chair.
"Mission accomplished." He turns back to Sherlock, who's still staring into nowhere. He clears his throat and leans forward again. "So, if you'd be able to lend me some…" He stops. "Sherlock, are you listening?" Without turning around, Sherlock replies.
"I need to go to the bank." He gets up and heads downstairs, grabbing his coat off the hook as he goes. John frowns, gets up, and yells for Liza to follow. She comes out and follows John down the stairs as they try to catch up to Sherlock.
Well, here it is! First chapter of TBB! I hope you liked the little scene I added at the end where John finds out about Liza and Lestrade's son. A little backstory on the "little Lestrade". His name is Oliver and he's going to be in more and more scenes as the story continues. He's about the same age as Liza is, with a slight age difference (Oliver is only a couple of months older than Liza). Don't forget to review!