(A/N: Forgive me. I know this has been done before, but I just couldn't resist. I would really appreciate feedback and I am in need of a beta reader. Thank you. I do not own Sherlock or any of its characters that are property of BBC.)
It was midnight, and she was alone, but Ms. Margaret Holmes wasn't scared. She has never truly felt fear before, divorcing it from her body. Maggie, her favorite nickname, was an analysis detective, a job similar to her older brother, Sherlock Holmes' job. Although he was rude and used his talent to push people away, she admired her brother's bravery. She passed an alley that seemed quite suspicious, covered perfectly to look like the typical cluttered backstreet city filth. Smoke emitted from the trash cans and out into the black atmosphere. Lifting the cans, she discovered a glowing, active bomb planted inside, ticking away! Her flashlight was at her right hand, phone at her left hand. She called Lestrade, one of the detective inspectors for the police, a boss of her boss.
"It is set and has a timer" Maggie said in a mumbled rush.
"What are you doing out there, anyway?"
"I was taking a night stroll"
"Tell me more specifically where you are."
"20 Scott Street. I'm in between two brick flats."
"Alright, they're on their way. Stay safe."
"Goodbye Lestrade. Look after my brother" Then the line went dead.
She ended the call and dialed another number. It was rarely ever dialed, but often messaged. Someone picked up after the second ring.
"Hello?" His voice was never tied, but alert and at rare times, confused.
"Hi, Sherlock, it's your little sister, I'm down the street and I think you should come and look at this"
"Ok, but don't make me regret going outside, I was in the middle of something," he hanged up shortly after.
Sherlock walked there faster than the police and investigative crew. Sherlock and Maggie compared their observations. The scratch marks on the trash can were fresh, obviously a man's, with moist dampness that revealed slick gloves.
"So what on earth were you doing walking around London at midnight, alone? Fancying a cup of tea with your favorite brother?" his face went from casual to furious in seconds. She smiled at how this is the most brotherly and caring she'll ever get to see him.
"I couldn't sleep. Ben and I are fighting," She hasn't been the best to her charming boyfriend these past couple of days, Canceling dates because of cases and not retuning calls.
"What does Ella say about all this?" he knows nothing when it comes to things like intimate relationships, so he gets help from Maggie's astute best friend.
"She's always talking about how everything's going to just magically fall into place. Ella's lovely, but she falls short when it comes to this certain subject because she's a hopeless romantic," She pointed out. These two siblings were more alike than they noticed, but it didn't matter. Sherlock was more interested in the spotlight of being the world's most Brilliant Consulting Detective. And Maggie was just… Maggie. She was scatter brained, kind, but like her brothers, she thrived on bring two steps ahead of everyone. The Holmes family was used to living on a higher intellectual level than most people their age. Though they were always wondering how normal people got by with their little minds. Sherlock always teased his friends because of it, which is why he has very little of them.
"How's John?" She asked Sherlock. His new flat mate, doctor, injured in the leg, and is obviously loony to room with someone as crazy as her brother. She has yet to meet him.
"Fine. Do all normal people watch so much telly and fill their minds with so much rubbish?" his forehead cringed.
"When can I meet him?"
"Could you come over tomorrow, I'd be done with my work. You seem to be a state of despair with your clothes and look lately. Hair parted differently, nails look terrible, lips so chapped and neglected, you've got nothing to do so tomorrow around noon, ok?" Sherlock smirked and turned away, not waiting for an answer. She shook and started towards the main road. Margaret rode a cabbie home under the comforting London skyline.