I do not own BBC Sherlock or the Characters or the Alice reference. Thank you But i do own the story idea.
(spoils for those who have yet to see any Sherlock seasons or the third for that matter)
Chapter 1:
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-At the home of Mycroft Holmes-
Sitting in his home office, Mycroft Holmes stared lazily at his laptop while typing away at the keys.
The low buzzing sound of his phone on his desk pulled him away from his work looking at it he noticed a number that he did not recognize humming to himself, he picked it up and unlocked it to see what the message was.
"You're late"
Mycroft raised an eyebrow at this "late? …Late for what?" he pondered as the next message appeared.
"Late for a very important date"
"Mycroft Holmes"
He was now very perplexed. Who was this person? How did they get his number? What the bloody hell were they going on about? However, he did not get the answer that he wanted, instead he got another message that caused him, Mycroft Holmes to become stressed and slightly concerned.
"White Rabbit."
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The sound of a violin being played filled the flat of 221b as a solemn man stared into the space before him. Sighing, he soon began to pluck at the strings of the musical instrument causing a few sour sounds, o resonate from it before a familiar figure stepped through the door.
"Ah Sherlock I thought I heard foul notes, long day again?" asked the person as they took a seat across from the consulting detective.
He grunted, "You have no earthly idea John; No idea what it is like to have your mind running like an out of control train going faster than the speed of sound headed on a collision course to god knows where." John sighed. He hated to see his friends like this; he also hated the mood he was in. It always spelled trouble for anyone including him.
"Now Sherlock don't be solemn I'm sure you have got something to do. Like for instance that, case about the woman whose husband went missing or maybe that man's son who claims his father's family rifle got stolen." Pointed out John as he got up to make them both some tea.
Sherlock rolled his eyes and sighed before opening his mouth. "I have already solved both cases without even having to leave the flat." At this, John raised his eyebrows he knew that Sherlock was good but John was certain that these cases were just what Sherlock needed but apparently, he was wrong.
"I know I'm going to regret this Sherlock but how did you manage to solve both cases without leaving the flat?" asked John curiously, as he sat down placing a cup of tea in front of Sherlock while he drank his.
"It's quite simple really they were lovers of course," stated Sherlock looking bored
"Who were?" asked John as he sipped his tea
"The woman's husband and the man's son John it was quite obvious."
Sherlock looked to his friend who seemed confused as if he just spoke some odd language that he did not know but he was use to that and so he sighed briefly before speaking again.
"It was obvious for the fact that both clients appeared within a time span of 1 hour of each other making it so that the one lover the man's son could see the sorrowful wife leave that flat most likely to making himself feel accomplished in some form or another. Only to then lie about his father's rifle being stolen. Also, its most likely the son hates his father due to the cuts on his arm and wrist as he tried to hide them the whole time self-inflicted years of abuse no doubt. No mother either father seemed to be very resentful and depressed obviously she either died giving birth or shortly after only to find out years later that his son is a homosexual. I doubt that went over well." When Sherlock finished there was only silence in the room until John spoke up.
"And the rifle?"
"Ah yes it was sold to a pawn shop for quite a sum of money." Commented Sherlock, as he now was up putting his violin away.
"You know this how?" asked John as he watched the man from across the room.
"The son had a very expensive watch on his wrist that seemed to be very important to him. No doubt, it was bought shortly after his lover the woman's husband sold the gun." Turning around Sherlock grimaced a smile briefly before returning to his former seldom mood again.
John nodded his head sighing slightly. He knew better then to have asked in the first place but who was he to deny Sherlock the chance to gloat a bit about his accomplishment even if he did do it a lot.
"So that is it then? The lovers get away and everyone else?"
"Moves on John" stated Sherlock as he sat back down his hands in the same triangular position that they are normally in. John only nodded slightly before Mrs. Hudson walked into the room.
"Sherlock your brother is here" she motioned behind her as Mycroft waltzed in, looking as he always has if more pale then before. Sherlock just looked at his brother studying his features making a few notes here and there all while John greeted the man giving a short but brief head nod.
"Thank you Mrs. Hudson" thanked Sherlock as she turned to leave heading back down stairs to her flat. For a while, nothing was said just eerie silence that filled the room making it uncomfortable if not uneasy for anyone not use to it but thankfully those in the room seemed to be well off.
"Well now Sherlock you don't seem-"
"Cut the act Mycroft why are you here? The only time you ever show up is when it's either a crisis of the highest caliber or you can't seem to do something on your own." Sherlock smiled smugly at his older brother causing Mycroft to sigh at this little brother's childishness.
"I see want to get down to business before even hearing the real reason?" questioned Mycroft as he sat down right across from Sherlock and John. Sherlock looked quizzically at Mycroft unsure of what he meant by that.
"What do you mean "the real reason" it is quite obvious why you're here." Commented Sherlock as he studied his brother trying to read him in order to understand what he was getting at.
At this Mycroft chuckled truly amused by his little brother and his ways.
"Oh no my dear Sherlock I'm not here because of some international crisis or because I "can't do anything" he cocked an eyebrow at the last part.
"Then why are you here?" Sherlock almost growled out his question mainly because he was getting frustrated having Mycroft in the room.
"Well since you asked to nicely." Mycroft then pulled out his phone handing it over to Sherlock who snatched it out if his hands. Unlocking the phone, he looks at the messages.
"I got them late last night I'm not sure who sent them or why but I do know that the last message will leave you as it did me."
Scrolling down Sherlock found the messages and reading them to himself before looking up at Mycroft giving him a questioning glance.
"Yes I know confounding isn't it?" he asked
"What's confounding?" asked John now speaking for the first time since the conversation had started.
"The messages "You're late. Late for a very important date. Mycroft Holmes" I wasn't quite sure myself until I read the last message that I'm sure your still trying to understand am I right Sherlock?" the smugness was strong now as Mycroft gave his little brother a coy look.
"And what did the last message say?" John questioned as he could feel the tension in the room.
"White Rabbit" spoke Sherlock before Mycroft could open his mouth.
"White Rabbit? What on earth does that mean?"
"It means my dear fellow that Alice is not dead and she merely fell down the rabbit hole." Commented Mycroft as he looked to Sherlock hoping to get something out of his now poker faced sibling. Sadly, though he sat there staring before tossing the phone back to Mycroft and getting up.
"I know it hurts you to speak of this Sherlock it hurts me as well believe me but we cannot just let this go there is no telling where it could lead."
"I can tell you where it will exactly lead Mycroft down a path of no return and much sorrow now then if you are done here please show yourself out." Said Sherlock as he motioned to the doorway. Mycroft sighed grapping is trusty umbrella before heading to the door only to stop and turn around.
"If I got a message then you will too remember that and then you will have no choice" and with those words he walked down the stairwell and out the front door his footsteps echoing the whole way.
"So Sherlock care to explain what this "White Rabbit" thing is and who "Alice" is?" asked John as he stared at his friend who was now gloomier then before and glaring out the window. A long period of quite came between them not one uttered a work nor moved an inch until Sherlock's phone decide to break it.
With quick movements, Sherlock went over and scooped up his phone turning it on and unlocking it to find that he had a new message.
"Well? Whose it from Sherlock?" asked John as he gazed up at the detective whose face seemed to grow slightly pale from its normal color.
"Sherlock?" asked John getting worried he stood up and walked over to him. "What is it? Everything alright?"
"No john everything is not alright." Muttered Sherlock, showing his phone to the good doctor. Who then read the messages aloud.
"Caterpillar you're late. Very late indeed."
"Alice"