CH 1:
"I'm Holmes!"
A young woman stormed into scotland yard. Heads poke up above their desktops. A few anonymous faces are confused on why this girl takes comfort in the police station; While others are triggered of memories...
the fall ... the tears... the lonely doctor ...
A clumsy intern dropped a stack of files with a loud bang. Lestrade was brought back to reality and turned to the girl. She was in her mid teens with very short pixie cut. Her lips were coated in a natural pink lipstick and her short black skirt was in direct contrast to her white striped shirt.
"Hello there dear; can I help you? Are you looking for someone?"
"Theres a man. He solves your cases when your combined I.Q is too low. bring me to him!"
Donovan gasped. There was a moment of dead silence when Lestrade and Donovan's eyes met. Those lips, her cheek bones... her confidence... it could only mean one thing.
"He was your father, wasn't he" The girl responded with a timid nod.
They stepped out of hearing range of the blonde girl. "we can't tell her our selves; Does she have family?"
Lestrade looked up for the answer, "... Who is that man who Holmes always claimed to be... Microsoft... no, Mycroft. Look that up. That sounds right."
"Here it is sir, Mycroft Holmes."
They walk back over to the girl. "We can't find Sherlock, but we have found Mycroft Holmes. Do you know him?" The girl thought for a moment
"Yes, I would love to see my uncle."
