Everyone knows Sherlock Holmes. He's been the head of almost every major crime story as the hero. The British based detective is one of a kind, wanting to help in a way his older brother didn't find that line of work decent at all.
Only a select few know about the youngest Holmes sibling. Sherlock visits every chance he gets, plays with her, tells her about his day. He tries to get her out of herself.
She even had a live stream to his wedding and he was told she clapped and cried happy tears, still not speaking. In his absence Sherlock made sure that his parents got to visit her while he took his honeymoon. But even that was cut short by his brother insisting he was needed on the island.
"What was so important that I cut my time short with Molly?" Sherlock snapped at his brother as they walked through Sherrinford. There seemed to be more security and Sherlock was really hoping it didn't mean Euros was making a mess again.
"We have a new guest. Though she is still young I have a feeling that she can be useful." Mycroft swiped his card and pushed open a door that led into a room with just a two way mirror.
"What do you mean by useful? Keep her locked up until she too breaks down?" Sherlock still hadnt forgiven Mycroft for keeping her existence a secret.
"No. I figured now that your married you might want a ward of your own." The doors opened on the other side of the glass and in walked a skinny, bored looking teenager. She moved to the seat and sat down and put her head back and started to whistle.
"Who is she?" Sherlock asked as he tried to find something about her. She was wearing her own clothes but she seemed normal.
"Name is Veronica Skyes. American. Has gotten in a lot of trouble across the pond, and each time she saves herself with a giant bust for the locals. Now she refuses to work with anyone. Would rather sit in jail. Interpol has her in custody and transferred her to me." Mycroft told Sherlock and he moved to lean to the side to see Sherlock's face.
He was watching her, intently. "I can't find a thing-"
"I can't either. She's too young. Been in custody too long. She needs time. And who better to help her than the man who knows how to cope. Someone who helped his own sister." Mycroft sighed and looked at both his brother and the girl in the room. "Have a call to Molly, tell her you two are taking on a ward."
"You do it. You impose it then you shall tell her. I shall go in and speak with my new ward." Sherlock looked to his brother and noticed the slight paleness of him now. "She told you to shove it one time and to never call her Miss. She was right, she is a doctor." Sherlock smirked and moved out of the room before pulling his own key card out so he could enter the same room as her.
"Am I going to eat any time soon?" Her voice wasn't demanding or irritated, just simply curious and she lifted her head and looked at him. "You wouldn't know." She crosses her arms and looked him over before getting a slight smile of her own.
"What do you see?" He asked her and held out his hands and stayed standing.
"Newly married, have a cat but you hate it, rich from the whole custom suit. Usually unhappy. You hate this place. You didn't know why you were here until you met me. You think you can help which is why you see happier right now. You're the brother of that man with the umbrella that loves sweets too much and... I'm going to guess drug addict over alcoholic." She set her hand on the table and drummed her fingers to a beat.
"That all?" He asked and moved to sit down, taking off his Belstaff and rolling up his sleeves.
"Play the violin."
"Interesting. How would you know that?" He asked knowing he hadn't played in a week in a half and most signs of that were gone.
"The way you tilt your head. You stop at the point at which a violin would rest and don't ever let your cheek touch your shoulder." She told him and shrugged.
"Anything else?"
"Smoker. Or you're trying to quit. The smell is on your jacket but the stains under your nails are almost gone so recently stopped or recently became less stressed. No need to smoke now." She sighed and Sherlock knew the look on her face. She was bored with him.
"Tell me more about my brother." He encouraged and she sighed.
"If this is a game I don't like it. I'm hungry. A donut or whatever from your brother would work wonders for that problem of mine." She told him and she smirked as the door opened and on walked Mycroft with a small pink box and slid it on the table.
"Can I go back to my little cell now?" She asked picking out a chocolate and taking a bite.
"Afraid you're not going to a cell Veronica." Sherlock told her and she continued to eat.
"And where is it I shall be going?" She could tell it wasn't another prison, but she couldn't tell what the brothers seem to want to do.
"You're now my ward." Sherlock told her and she just laughed.
"First I get hands on correctional officers, then a gun on me at all times, then a transfer to a private island for the UKs mass criminals... now I'm a ward of a former junky and recently married man who has never taken care of anything." She laughed and shook her head.
"How would you know?" Sherlock asked with a slight sneer.
"Ooooh defensiveness means you want to. Or did you want children with the little wife?" Veronica had a smile on her face now.
"Yes." He told her and looked to Mycroft. "Heli better be ready and Molly better of been called." Sherlock opened the door and looked back at Veronica. "Hope you don't get air sick." He told her and Veronica moved to stand.
"Nope." She smirked in Mycrofts face as she took yet another donut. "Working out won't help if you keep eating sugars." She told him and Sherlock smirked and waited for her just outside the door.
They made their way to the heli pad on the roof and she watches it land. Neither Sherlock or her ducked as they got closer to their ride. Mycroft watched them depart and had an odd sense that something had been put right.