AN: So Moriarty will appear( in a way) in this chapter, if anyone was upset that he wasn't in the first one. But these things have their own times, lol. Thank you to everyone who reviewed and I hope you enjoy. –Kay xoxo

Chapter Two

"Brother?" John questioned. "Don't tell me that you neglected to tell me about another sibling."

"John Watson, right?" Anna extended her hand. "Annaleth Rose Holmes, younger sister to Sherlock and Mycroft. Pleasure to finally meet you."

"Let me guess: you have a surveillance team following me as well, Anna?" Sherlock asked slyly, before going over to hug his baby sister.

Anna laughed. "Not at all, dear brother. I don't have Mycroft's resources after all."

"So how long have you been on holiday, Anna?" Sherlock asked, knowing she had waited to visit himself and, eventually, Mycroft.

"Oh the better part of two months," she replied, smiling. "I'd have gone back to work sooner, but it seemed a bit awkward to go back before the wedding."

"Oh, you're getting married," John said, smiling. "Well, then congratulations are in order."

"Thank you, John," Anna replied graciously. "I am quite excited for it."

"So who is this mystery man who snared my sister's heart?" Sherlock asked, seemingly innocently. He took in the rather expensive looking diamond ring on her finger; obviously her fiancé was well-off. "And when exactly where you going to introduce him to the family?"

She laughed again. "Well after the wedding, obviously. You and Mycroft would never approve; I'm not naïve, Sherlock. If the two of you had gotten your way, you both would have locked me away like a princess in a tower. No man I chose would ever measure up to your impossibly high standards. I shudder to think what you look for in a woman for yourselves."

"Hence why I will never get married," Sherlock quipped. "Besides, you glossed over who this fiancé is, Annaleth. Trying to avoid the subject, dearest sister?"

"Oh you'll find out who he is soon enough, brother," Anna smirked. "I never have anything to hold over your head that you don't already know about. Let me have my fun first."

The trio walked over to the hotel café, settling down for some coffee. Sherlock got his usual black with two sugars, John, a nice cup of tea and Anna ordering her usual Crème Brule latte.

"So Anna," John asked, cutting in before Sherlock could ask about her mysterious fiancé again. "you mentioned eventually going back to work. What do you do? Detective work like your brother, perhaps."

Anna laughed, a soft, tinkling sound that was rather lovely to John's ears. Sherlock didn't crack a grin, his eyes still taking in every nuance about his sister.

'Her hair is down, pulled back only slightly in the back, indicating that she isn't going anywhere particularly special. However, she is wearing makeup and jewelry, so she must be meeting this fiancé at some point. She is dressed in 'work clothes' so she must be meeting him in a professional setting, possibly at his place of employment. He must work in the city, then, which narrows the radius of the search quite a bit. More information is needed, however, to make a solid hypothesis on the identity of this man.'

"Oh no, John. I work as… well I suppose you could call me an appraiser," she said after a moment's thought. "I work with just about every medium: art, jewelry, weaponry, you name it. Which reminds me. Sherlock, why didn't you call me about that Vermeer painting last year? You could have solved it much faster if you had; you know how quickly I can spot a fake."

"It didn't cross my mind, Anna." The consulting detective replied. She did have a point, but quite honestly Sherlock didn't relish the idea of calling his baby sister when he got stuck. It seemed like such a Mycroft thing to do and Sherlock was not Mycroft.

"Oh yes it did, dear brother," Anna said, a knowing look in her eyes. "You just didn't want to run to your younger sibling to help you like our lovely elder brother. I know you Sherlock; you try to run from anything that puts you on Mycroft's level because you think yourself above him. Not that I'm one to talk."

"Yes, you despise him, don't you sister?Or has that changed in past months?"

Anna laughed again, shaking her head. John was struck again by how similar the two siblings were, not just in appearance but in mannerism.

Suddenly "Bittersweet Symphony" began playing. John looked around for the source before seeing Anna reach into her purse and pull out her cell phone. Sherlock snuck a peek at the caller i.d. All it said was "J."

'Must be the fiancé she is trying to keep secret. Seems the cat is out of the bag now, sister mine.' Sherlock thought.

Anna answered the phone with a wide smile. "Hello, James."

"Hello, darling." The voice of Jim Moriarty greeted from the phone's speaker. "Enjoying your holiday?"