It had been another usual and boring day in 221B with Sherlock shooting the wall and John lazing about on the armchair writing his blog. "Sherlock I am bloody well trying to concentrate here!" John snapped tiredly "and the rents enough as it is, let alone Mrs Hudson putting it up every time you shoot that wall"
Sherlock groaned "but John! I'm bored!" He complained before falling back onto the sofa and chucking the gun across the room. "I haven't had a case for two days and to be frank I am sick of sitting about!" John opened his mouth to reply but just as he was about to there was a knock on the door. Sherlock grinned like a child on christmas and ran down the stairs before returning to his neutral position and facial 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 only about 17, she had dark brown hair that hung loosely down her back and grey eyes with a hint of yellow. She was wearing a long black coat, black ugg boots, a blue scarf and blue jeans. She smiled brightly when Sherlock opened the door and John noticed him take an unnecessary small step back.
"Well, are you going to invite me in? I thought that was the polite way these days" the girl said, still smiling cheekily.
"Of course... Come in" Sherlock muttered, moving to the side so the girl could get in. She walked in quietly and Sherlock led her up the stairs and John followed behind.
Sherlock went and sat on the armchair and John sat on the sofa before the girl went and sat next to him. "What are you doing here?" Sherlock asked.
"Don't pretend you're not glad to see me" the girl sighed, looking about the room. "And anyway, I need your help"
"No, do it yourself, I know you're more then capable"
"Not with this" The girl said, looking at Sherlock and pouting "pleaase Sherlock"
"What is it?" Sherlock asked bluntly.
"It seems I have been suspected of murder, and at this precise moment the police are searching for me, I got away before they could get me at my own flat and came here" the girl quickly explained.
"And you have not done anything?"
"Of course not! You know I wouldn't do anything like that"
"Do I?" Sherlock asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well you bloody well should do!" The girl paused and sighed before continuing quietly "look Sherlock, I know we haven't seen each other for about a year and we hardly see each other anyway but I need your help... You can't let me go down for something I didn't do... I'll be behind bars.. I'll die in there and you know it more then anyone"
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but who are you?" John asked.
"Her name is Enola" Sherlock stated bluntly "Enola Holmes, John meet my younger sister"
"Wait.. You have a sister?" John questioned.
"Hello" Enola said, turning to John and waving at him slightly.
"But.. How old are you?"
"Twenty, why do you have a problem?"
"No he's just wondering because you look younger and of course that would mean that the age difference would be high between you and Mycroft, fifteen years actually" Sherlock stated, looking his sister over.
"Well they had Mycroft young and me when they were older" Enola shrugged "how is our big brother doing then?"
"Fine"
"Still all-so-powerful then" Enola said sarcastically.
"Of course, ever since you ran off because you didn't want to go to a finishing school he hasn't mentioned you"
"And neither have you obviously" muttered Enola "such wonderful older brothers I have, you wouldn't even know if I were dead or alive if it were not for the fact that I were here now" John listened to the way she articulated her words and realised the similarities between her, Sherlock and Mycroft. She was obviously stubborn and good with words.
"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 anyway" A voice said from the doorway, Sherlock, John and Enola turned and in the doorway stood Mycroft, one hand hanging beside his body and the other holding an umbrella even though it weren't raining. "I had custody over you so therefore I could do as I wish"
Enola rolled her eyes and Sherlock glared at Mycroft. "What do you want?" He sighed.
"Well I'd come here to tell you about our dear sister being suspected of murder-"
"It wasn't me" Enola quickly cutted in.
"And it seems you already know, and Enola all the signs point to you, they found your belongings"
"Someone stole them! I can not believe you actually believe it!" Enola shouted, standing up and folding her arms. "Honestly, you're meant to be my brother! You're meant to actually believe me"
"Well do you know how bad this looks on my record"
"Oh boo-hoo" Enola said sarcastically before properly facing Mycroft sadly "Mycroft wouldn't it be easier if we just proved my innocence instead of pretending that I did do it when I did not"
"There's to much evidence against you" Sherlock said, still sat on the armchair.
"But I have a witness! I was with them when they said I did it!"
"And what is his name?"
"I never said it was a he" Enola sighed "yet of course, the great Sherlock Holmes would know.. His names Jim"
"His surname? I can get hold of him if you really wish for me to do so before your court hearing" Mycroft said.
"Oh why thankyou yet believe it or not I do have his number... He just hasn't been replying" Enola said sarcastically, rolling her eyes before saying normally "I was staying round his house and his name is Jim Moriarty."