Sherlock sat across his brother back in 221B Baker Street. John sat in a nearby chair tapping his fingers against the arm. They had somehow managed to talk Mary into staying at home. "Sherlock, I need you to watch Rory," Mycroft sighed. Sherlock straightened his back, eyes narrowed.
"No," he growled with quick certainty.
"Come on, she isn't that bad," Mycroft urged.
"Isn't she a call girl now?" Sherlock asked. Mycroft rolled his eyes.
"Who's Rory?" John suddenly cut in. The Holmes brothers looked over at the doctor.
"Don't ask," they replied in unison.
"Yes, Rory is a call girl, and that's part of why I need you to watch her. She's had two names on her list and that is all. Those names are Sebastian and James," Mycroft explained. Sherlock shuttered.
"Oh god, you don't honestly think, do you?" Sherlock groaned. "Why don't you keep an eye on her, or Mum and Dad, or even Mo for heaven's sake?"
"Mum and Dad won't have anything to do with her, you know that. None of us have even talked to Mo in years. I can't watch her," Mycroft shot.
"Why not?" Sherlock inquired sharply. Mycroft sighed.
"I've been busy taking care of Rosalyn because of your mistake, the same mistake that is now the reason we haven't had any contact with Mo. I actually don't even know where she is," Mycroft caved. Sherlock raised an eyebrow.
"That's my Mo," the detective chuckled under his breath.
"Excuse me, who are these people?" John demanded.
"I'll leave my brother to explain that. Rory should be here within the hour. If you want to stay in England, you will watch her and that is the end of the story," Mycroft coughed as he stood up, straightening his suit.
"Fine," Sherlock caved with a deep growl. "I'll watch the damn girl." With that, a satisfied Mycroft left.
"Who are these people?" John asked again. Sherlock looked over at his friend.
"Rory is the youngest Holmes," Sherlock replied. "She's a bit of a pain really, been estranged from the family since she was 18. That'd be about 8 years now."
"You have a sister?" John breathed.
"Yes, and two brothers. Rosalyn is the wife of one of them," Sherlock answered.
"Where is your other brother?" John inquired.
"I'm not going to say," Sherlock muttered.
"Who's Mo then?" John pushed. Sherlock simply smiled.
Rory sat sulking in the back of Mycroft's limo. She answered her ringing phone. "I've been brought in, dear," she sighed.
"Oh, have the older brothers finally caught on?" Irene Adler laughed on the other end.
"Well, you did send a very nice client my way," Rory reminded her.
"I do suppose I did. How are you two getting along anyways?" Irene asked. Rory looked over at Mycroft's secretary, a woman whose name Rory just didn't care to remember.
"Just beautifully," Rory replied. "I'm sure he'll be calling in to check on me soon enough. He's been talking about getting me out of the business entirely."
"Has he actually talked about settling down?" Irene breathed in shock.
"More than that, he's actually started planning," Rory confirmed. "I'll talk to you later. We're nearing Baker Street."
"Tell Sherlock I said hello, would you?" Irene sighed.
"He'll never love you, you know. I might be one of the only people who will ever know the name of the one he loves," Rory cooed, ending the call. She leaned back in her seat as they pulled up. Rory watched as the secretary opened the door.
"Do I need to drag you?" the woman asked in a bored tone. Rory shook her head.
"No, I'm done fighting. It's time to let the waiting game begin," Rory clicked her tongue, stepping out of the car. She smiled, fixing her long sleeve loose black blouse. "It's time to reunite with brother dearest."
Moira was half asleep on her couch in her flat, lap top at her feet. Her glasses rested crooked on her nose, and her outstretched hand rested on one of the many stacks of books and notebooks. It was late in the afternoon, and her phone was buzzing off the hook, the only thing keeping her from falling asleep. Groaning, she turned over and fixed her glasses. She frowned as she saw the Caller ID and pressed ignore. "Not now," she muttered under her breath with a heavy yawn. The buzzing continued and Moira tossed the phone at the wall. "Shut up!" she growled, walking through her cluttered flat to her kitchen. Turning on the light, Moira closed her eyes, head hung over as she reached for her wine bottle.
It was her one night off, her one night to work on the things she went to university for, and she just couldn't be left alone. Well, she'd ignore him. Nine years was damn well near long enough for her to move on. He had to understand that. With a bag of popcorn and a glass of wine in hand, Moira sat back down on her couch, pulling her laptop back into her lap. She was so close to cracking the codes, that much she understood. All her life she had been studying and decoding, and the answers were on the tip of her fingers. She glanced up at her books just as her phone buzzed again. Moira just let it slip out of his mind.
All that time, and Moira couldn't be rid of it. Defeated, Moira stood. She'd never finish this if she didn't answer. Walking across the room, Moira picked up her phone and answered. "Where are you?" the voice asked.
"I'll never tell," Moira growled. "Get out of my life."
"Why haven't you given me the papers?"
"Shove off," Moira shouted, ending the call. She silenced her phone and tossed it onto her bed, sitting back down to her work with a heavy heart. Nine years and he could still make her cry. She took a long sip of wine, hoping to get everything out of her mind. Would it be enough? Would solving this give her any peace of mind? Or would she, as always, fall and fail?
The body was shoved face down with its shirt torn off just enough to expose the shoulder. An intricate set of triangles in artistic and ancient display was newly inked there, a tattoo not even a week old. The police sirens buzzed into the quiet night. The killer slipped off into the shadows. A game of triangles was now set into motion. It was time for the players to step forward.
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