It's been a while hasn't it? For those who were awaiting this very chapter to come, I really appreciate your patience. I've had a god awful writer's block and other things in life coming up, so I'll try to get back on track here.
Some Important yet Unimportant Author Notes: I'm not the most accurate person in the world when it comes to early Victorian female fashion, but I can just let you know that Kiara will be wearing tomboyish clothes most of the time. But in public, special or simple every-day occurances, I assure you I will do my best to be as accurate as I can. Since most of the story will be about her solving the case and helping her father at home, she'll be known to not wear a dress(Even though she likes them. Yeah, she's a tomboy and girly girl all mixed up). Also, just so you know for the sake of no confusion, this fanfiction is based entirely on the Guy Ritchie Sherlock Holmes' universe, Sherlock and Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows are two movies on my Favorite Movies Of All Time list. They're just so awesome. So yeah, some references in the first movie are made here, since this is the first of many Kiara Holmes stories I plan to write.
But I digress. Be sure to read and review and let me know what you think! I love hearing thoughts!
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16 Years Later….
Horse hoofs were trotting along the concrete, dirty as always. Women were hustling and bustling along the way, giggling madly with their friends. Men were huddled up in alleyways, cursing, wrestling, gambling or all three. Also, it was a bright but cloudy morning. It was a typical day in London, England and no one seemed to be bothered.
However, there was one young girl, in a grey plaid jacket, grey cap, white ruffled blouse and grey corduroys, hiding near some stairs at the back of the town bakery. She observed the town, allowing herself to drop her identity and be one with the city. She breathed the smoky air, looked at the woman and men walking about and the horses trotting along with their coachmen.
This girl was Kiara Holmes, and she was doing her typical routine of exploring. She fell in love with the people and the city she grew up in, and ever since she was old enough to walk, she wanted to become one of them just so she could understand. Kiara smirked as two young boys with a golden retriever ran about, playing a game of some sorts and barely noticing her. In fact, many people didn't notice the tomboyish teenage girl, staring at them with a sly gaze
Kiara was clever like that. She deliberately dressed informally keep people off-balanced and not notice her, just so she could observe much easier. The people thought of her as a girl who was working a day job, a young girl getting ready to go hunting on the countryside or, if they were VERY absentminded or being naïve, assumed her as a fair-skinned boy. She never minded that, she liked how people assumed her. She was like Sherlock in that regard, but unlike her father, she enjoyed the things she did not understand, and while her father wanted to avoid it or just let it be, she wanted to try again and again to understand the normality of her society.
Suddenly, a woman screamed. Kiara turned to see a dirty and roughly dressed man take the purse of a old woman. The man aimed a knife at the woman to keep her quiet just so he could run, but once he did, he went to a alleyway. The old woman, unsurprisingly, went to the closest person she could get to. That person was Kiara
"Please dear! Help me! That ruffian stole my purse!" The old woman replied
Kiara was unsure about that, she was tempted to call the authorities but then again, getting a crook was a step to adventure. Kiara said nothing and ran after the thief, going to the exact alleyway the man went off to. Kiara then looked high and low around the alley, through the cracks and dirty bricks, and she had no sign.
Then she heard a crash of a trashcan falling, with a dog barking loudly. The man looked to Kiara and with a sneer to her, ran off again. Kiara shook her head, annoyed with the foolish man's attempt to escape, and ran after him just as fast. Then she noticed that he was going to the left, to Baker Street to be exact, she was glad, not only could she corner the crook, she could get home without her father worrying about her. She climbed a ladder to the roof of the bakery and ran atop there, seeing the thief from below going at a fast walking pace. Kiara then saw the edge of the bakery building and the only way to the next one was to jump.
Kiara mumbled to herself "I despise these sort of predicaments" She then let out a small prayer to God before running and jumping onto the next building. Despite falling and tumbling, she made it to the next building safely and the thief seemed to assume Kiara lost him, since he was walking at a much easier pace. Kiara saw that she had no need of running the roofs of buildings anymore, and saw a ladder near the edge of the building roof she was already on, she then climbed down to the ground of a whole new alleyway then went to reveal herself and stop the thief.
When she saw him, he was near a printing shop, which was a block next to her home. She walked calmly but with purpose, seeing the thief counting how much money he stole. She sneered and apprehended the purse, the thief was distracted so it was easy for Kiara to grab it like she did.
"Thiefs aren't really tolerated in the fine alleyways of London" Kiara sarcastically replied
"Little girls should go home and wear dresses" The thief snapped, he didn't mean what he said, he only said this to unnerve his apprehender. It didn't work, since Kiara chuckled at him, arrogantly so
"Quite. I should be wearing dresses you are utmost correct, but what good is it to correct a person's mistakes, when you refuse your own?" Kiara dared to ask, giving a quizzing look
The thief took out his knife and snapped again, grinning darkly "You want to run that by me again, love?"
"Sure. What good is it to correct another's mistakes….." Kiara began. However, instead of completely repeating herself, she chopped the thief's left shoulder, which was the side where he was carrying the knife, grabbed the knife and aimed it right at the thief's neck threateningly. She then finished her question "When you refuse your own?"
Then Inspector Lestrade, with Clarke and a few others, suddenly came by and a rather young-looking policeman grabbed the thief and took him away. Lestrade went over to Kiara and replied, knowing full well it was her "Did your father let his leash off you again, Kiara?"
"Not at all Inspector. I wanted it to be left to you, since I highly find your works commendable, but the poor woman needed someone" Kiara replied, tone respectful and sincere, for she did quite like the inspector, also unlike her father
Inspector Lestrade smiled kindly, taking immediate like to the girl's respectful attitude "Well thank you kindly but I think I can handle the rest"
"Certainly sir. Oh here is some evidence if you need it" Kiara handed the old woman's purse to the inspector. Once he took it from her hands, Kiara spoke "The old woman is near the bakery around 124 St. Don't let her worry about it if you please"
"I understand perfectly well Kiara. Carry on. Should you not be at home or at school?" Lestrade asked, wanting Kiara to leave
"You know full well Inspector that my father, the great Sherlock Holmes, is my teacher" Kiara replied cheerfully, as if Lestrade's meddling was a game to her, and as if being homeschooled was a high privilege. Nevertheless, she walked off and went straight to 221 Baker Street. Her home and where her father was working.
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It was at least a minute or two when she finally got there, but when she did, Mrs. Hudson grabbed the door and pulled Kiara in, Hudson's face was pale as a ghost. Kiara replied, curious to her reactions "What is wrong, Nanny?" Unlike Sherlock, who used 'Nanny' as a insult, Kiara used 'Nanny' as a petname or loving term for she adored Mrs. Hudson, since the old woman took care of her quite well.
"Your father is driving me mad! He has a blasted obsession over aiming a gun right!" Mrs. Hudson replied, worried. Suddenly a loud bang was heard and Kiara gasped, hearing the loud noise.
"Ever since you left this morning, he has been moaning for entertainment, it also has to do with the fact he has not has a case in four weeks. I think that unless he has a case or you talk to him, there is nothing to do except destruction!" Mrs. Hudson cried, rubbing her temples
"Isn't Uncle Watson back from his errands? He said last night he would be gone to grab more medical supplies" Kiara asked, wondering of her godfather Dr. Watson. When Holmes told Watson about Kiara, he unsurprisingly asked questions and was surprised. After the explanations and plans were told to Watson, he surely accepted and even enjoyed the young Holmes, feeling that maybe having a child would make Holmes get off his back over having Mary as his fiancée. It didn't but Watson still cared for and loved Kiara like his own niece, and it was rather easy to make Watson the child's godfather, due to Holmes and Watson being so close.
"He should. I most certainly hope so" Mrs. Hudson responded, completely off-edge. Another loud gun bang was heard. Kiara patted Mrs. Hudson assuringly and replied "Not to worry Nanny. I will speak with him"
"Thank you dear. Would you like some tea? Your father had some but you left early" Mrs. Hudson asked, with a slight relief and cheer in her voice
"That would be quite lovely. Thank you" Kiara responded, with a smile of her own. She put her cap and coat on the coat rack, went upstairs to meet her father. She adjusted her brown hair carefully, to further tighten her bun as she went up.
Once upstairs, Kiara entered the room, she saw her father. Sherlock was aiming his gun at the wall, seemingly focused on that than Kiara's arrival but she knew he was aware of her presence. Kiara just chuckled and went to the couch replying with a sense of sarcasm "Hello dad"
"Hello Kiara. I saw you deal with that thief. That was very kind of you to do" Sherlock responded, lowering the gun and looking at her with a sense of pride
"Thieves are thieves no matter where they come from" Kiara replied back
"Exactly. You never fail to impress me" Sherlock replied, a look of affection twinkling in a prideful delightful smile.
Then just before the two could talk more, the door knocked and voices were heard. One was Mrs. Hudson and the other was Dr. Watson. Kiara smiled happily, now that Dr. Watson was here, more interesting things were bound to happen.
