Chapter 01

Tick tock

Tick tock

Tick

Tock

Come and find me

Sherlock.

He woke up, mouth gaping like a fish, trying to gasped more air for him to breathe and settle down. The room was dark and cool, he had his blanket over his legs and the curtains were still closed. Bead of sweats running from his forehead and once he calmed down, he went back to his slumber once again.

There was the sound of rumbling in the kitchen, metal hitting with each other, the sound of cabinet opened and boxes of cereal moved, the sound of refrigerator opened. No, it was not John, the sound was different and why would John did that early in the morning anyway.

He entered the kitchen, finding a young woman in her twenties, wearing a grey shirt with dark blue blazer jacket, white pants and brown high heels, along with bread crumbles near her mouth while she was trying to find anything she found interesting in that kitchen.

"Why are you here?"

The woman looked to Sherlock but she said no more and instead she went to the refrigerator and when she found a bloody head in the refrigerator, she calmly closed the door and went to the dining table where her sandwich rested.

"Where's your roommate? Let me see him."

"Why are you here."

"Don't be so strict Sherlock, I'm only here for a visit. Family care for each other right?" she asked with a smile along with hands gesture.

"The wallet is in my room."

"Don't be ridiculous Sherlock, I can buy an island right now if that what you're asking."

"Beers in the fridge."

"I brought wine as a gift."

"How can you buy an island when Mycroft monitor your expend, he froze 3 of your bank accounts already."

She laughed like they just shared a joke but she stopped abruptly when she received a text and made her focus turned to the text, making Sherlock able to deduce her condition even more by just the clothing she wore and her movement.

Nothing suspicious, but she always good at hiding things. Mycroft, he taught her too many things.

"It's 3 in the morning, how come you're asleep? Having a fight with your roommate?"

Too many things.

"Why. Are. You. Here. Raelyn." He hissed, patient getting thinner for every seconds passed and not getting an answer he wanted.

"Oh waow Jackpot."

Then came the explosion.

"Sherlock!"

"You must John Watson!" she shone brightly, raising to her feet immediately the moment she was able to see him fully and clearly as he stood in the doorway, earning a confusing look from him.

"Who….are you?"

"Raelyn Holmes, hai….!" She walked and then hugged him along with a few pat on his shoulder.

"Be careful John, this one is just as troublesome as the other one. And she just planted a tracker below your collar." Sherlock said nonchalantly while John began searching for the tracker but never found it.

Raelyn walked to the coffee table and putted the small tracker on the table, earning a more confusing look from John.

"John meet Raelyn, a con-artist."

"Why thank you, that was very kind of you." Raelyn said with a smile, extremely pleased with her brother not calling her criminal or anything like that.

"She forged paintings, sculpture and even jewelry. She loves to trick people into buying islands or companies. I say be careful because she also can copy somebody's face."

Both Mycroft and Sherlock seemed remembered a memory about it that included the last one but from their expression it seemed it was better if he didn't ask about it.

"I….heard there was an explosion?"

"Oh yeah, gas leak apparently. Anyway, I can't."

"Can't?" Mycroft didn't seem to be so please with it,

"Well I got bored!" she rose both of her hands on the air then she began walking to the door when Mycroft stern voice made her stop, "If you leave your new bank account will be frozen again."

She stared at Mycroft who didn't bother to look away from Sherlock while the brothers share the look to each other,

"You don't even know my new account."

He then looked to her,

"Try me."

Hooray she just received a 500 pound sterling from the painting she forged, it was quite cheap for her but she can't really do the big work since Mycroft always had an eyes on her.

Moving away from London would be the easier but she had no other place to escape, that was just frustrating.

Mycroft finally left and Raelyn was stubborn enough to stay…..even without Sherlock in the flat.

He and his roommate just left to some place, Scotland Yard she believed, it didn't really important to her so she didn't show much care about it or listening to anything he said earlier.

Walking to the window she can see a car with tinted window, obviously the driver in it. Mycroft can be so obvious sometimes, lucky her after months gaining his trust he finally lowered the security on her.

She's not really much of a threat anyway.

Her brother was a British Government and her other brother was a consultant for the Scotland Yard, so how did she turned to be a con-artist? She can't really remember how, why and when.

They're not really happy with it so she started day trading back then but then old habit hard to die and she continued the tricks once more, they're not so happy about it and tried to put a stop but failed. There was nothing wrong with what she was doing, nothing died in her hands….she thought.

"No one dies in my hands…..right?"

Just when she was playing chess in her phone while laying on the couch, she heard ruckus from downstairs. She followed the noises and found out that Sherlock seemed to have quite an interesting case.

"Is this the room you wanting me to rent?" Raelyn asked,

"Better than the hotel."

"With shoes in it?"

"Raelyn Holmes, you're really staying in London." Lestrade seemed to be amazed when he saw Raelyn near the frame door with arm crossed, looking at the shoes in the center of the room.

"Surprise surprise Inspector," she said with a smile, "Anyway, the person is a bomber? Who putted the shoes?"

"Yeah."

When Sherlock received the call, Raelyn took her time to analyzed the shoes from the afar and gained some information right in time when Sherlock finished the phone.

"1980."

"Carl Powers? Your first case?"

"Yeah, I'm checking the case again. Join me."

"Urgh, I would love to but I can't Sherlock." She stopped her track in the middle of the busy street, people passing by and she can saw some people in the café from the window beside her.

"It's an interesting case."

"I know, I will come as soon as possible but not now."

She continued chatting for a few more seconds before she hung up and just stood there, staring at her phone screen. She closed her eyes for a moment and putted her phone in her handbag.

She tapped the card to the door censor, the door was unlocked and she pushed it opened. It was a fancy one, where she could enjoyed every facilities there, it was almost like an apartment but nevertheless, there was really nothing there. All of her clothes were packed neatly in her suitcase and there was no single trace of her there, she made sure of it.

She closed the door quietly and walked to the dining table that had a white rose and a card on it.

She checked around the room and couldn't find any suspicious things—No, she can't find someone. But they're really good at hiding and she decided to just take the risk and flipped opened the card.

She felt her breath hitched and she forgot to breathe for a second.

Then everything turned dark.

"I found you, Raelyn."

A/N

This is more like a draft I think/?

I'm not really sure since I was just sitting and then it just happened, so yeah...kind of like random ideas. So sorry for any mistakes there.

I only own the OC(s) ¯\_ಠ_ಠ_/¯