A/N: I don't own Sherlock or the characters, but the OC is mine. Enjoy. Probably a new chapter Mon-Thurs.
A distressed John Watson came bursting into 221B shouting: "Sherlock!" As he did. "No." Sherlock said simply. "What do you mean "No"? You haven't even heard what I was going to say!" John said, annoyed. "I heard two pairs of footsteps on the way up here and your voice sounded distressed, therefore, you have some injured street urchin with you." Sherlock explained.
"Well, yes, they're injured, but they're not an "urchin", Sherlock." John said, half-annoyed. "Oh, are you sure?" Sherlock questioned.
John rolled his eyes and said: "This is Mari." "She was shot and left on the street, but she knows who her attacker was." John explained. "Oh, really?" Sherlock sneered. "I do!" Mari piped up. "His names Moriarty." She explained. "He's my brother." She finished, but wasn't heard as three gunshot fires were heard.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are, little sister." Moriarty's voice said, as he made his way up into flat 221B. "Tut, tut, Mari." Moriarty sneered. "What have I told you about talking to strange men?" He finished. Mari cowered inwardly, but refused to show it.
"Do you see what I have to put up with?!" Moriarty asked, directing his question to Sherlock and John, pretending to point his gun at his little sister, as if it was a measly white-board pointer. "Do you see!?" He repeated. "It's not like you're any easier to live with!" Mari snapped irritably, but as soon as she had said it her brother's eyes locked onto her own. They stared at each other for a while; The tension getting thicker and thicker.
"As much as I hate to break up this charming little family reunion, but can someone please explain what's going on?!" John questioned. "Simple," Sherlock said. "It's simple, John, how did you miss it?" Sherlock sneered monotonously. "Well I'm sorry I'm not you and don't have a massive intellectual brain!" John said sarcastically. Sherlock rolled his eyes and began to explain.
"Mari is Moriarty's younger sister, you see. They both have the same hair colour. He is usually protective over her, but something happened..." Sherlock said, leaving a pause for dramatic effect. "Something happened that led her here to me. To her brother's worst enemy...But the question...Is what?" Sherlock concluded.
Moriarty clapped loudly at the end of Sherlock's sentence with a smirk playing on his mouth. "Well," Moriarty said. "Why don't you enlighten us all?" He said, glaring at Mari.
"Well, I-I'd rather no-" She began, but didn't finish. Just as the word "not" was slipping from her voice box, she felt a black cloudy presence which shrouded her vision. She fell, clinging to whoever had caught her.
A/N: Was it good? Reviews are appreciated. Criticism is appreciated. Yaay:)
