Unbelievable Truths
Chapter 2:
The Russian Mafia (1)
It was a surprisingly quiet day, if you didn't count a fifth murder happening and Gregory Lestrade being forced to call one self-proclaimed sociopath in for help in solving the case.
"Do we really need to call in the freak?" Sgt Donovan asked with a sneer as she waited outside the crime scene for Sherlock Holmes to arrive.
"If we don't want this reaching a tenth murder, then yes, we do need Sherlock." Lestrade said as he took another drag from his cigarette. He saw the sneer Donovan sent Anderson as he came to a stop next to them as she told him.
He didn't see a reason for them not to like Sherlock. Sure he was an insufferable genius with a weird like for the dead, but everyone had their quirks.
A cab came to a stop at the curb, and out stepped Sherlock, black tail-coat shuffling behind him.
"You should have called me in after the second one, Lestrade." Sherlock Holmes said, in his annoying;y posh accent as he bypassed the tape and went straight inside. Lestrade and Anderson went after him, while Donovan stayed outside to keep spectators away.
They went into the motel to see Sherlock squatted in front of the pale blonde in a pair of sweats and a sports bra, portraying various defensive bruises on her arms and legs as well as some stab wounds across her stomach and a bullet to the head. He looked shocked as he saw her, examined her.
"It can't be..." He whispered and narrowed his eyes. "What's her name, Lestraade?" He asked in a clipped tone.
"Natalia Androkinova, Russian. She was here on a small vacation. We had to dig deep to find out who she really was; the Androkinov Clan make sure to always keep their possible heirs watched and cared for, with many aliases at hand."
They saw the look of relief but pain in his eyes, as they softened and he stood.
"She wasn't here on vacation, and she wasn't here alone. She was here by ways of her father and uncle on a job, if you'd like to call it that." he said and turned to look at her face, peaceful in it's eternal sleep before he took out his phone reserved for family favors and occasions, and dialed his brother. "Mycroft, I need a favor. Call Jane and tell her that her cousin is dead. Maybe we can avoid a confrontation with Russia with this." It was all he said before hanging up and stuffing away the phone.
"Sherlock?" Lestrade asked as he stood there for a moment, looking around calculatingly. He went to the white purse, and opened it, after putting on his gloves. He rummaged throug it and found what he was lookiing for: a letter.
A letter addressed to him.
He dropped the purse and opened the letter.
"What do you think you're doing, freak? That's evidence."
"Evidence addressed to me. Now shut up."
Dear Sherlock,
If you're reading this then that means they found me and killed me. I'll have you know, the killer was a hired assassin killing off people in the clan by order. I don't know the persons name but it's female. She's been tasked with killing people in the Clan and positioning them around London, in hopes that they would send someone from the main family to investigate, hence I was here. I need you to do me a favor. Keep Janessa safe. They're after killing any possible heirs, leaving the clan without anyone to inherit it and possibly fall. If I die, the next in line would me Jane, as my younger cousin. Inform my family directly, I beg you. If they get wind of her coming to London on her own then she will be targeted. I know you and your brother will do anything to keep her safe, as she is pregnant with your child and your girlfriend since forever. No doubt by the time you're reading this, news of my death will have reached grandfather- thanks to my guards that had been out catching something to eat, and he himself will be coming here, bringing Janessa, Father and Uncle with him. Take care of Jane for me, she's too lovable to die.
Take care of yourself as well you insufferable idiot.
With love,
Natalia Androkinov, Heiress of the Androkinov Clan.
P.S. There's another set of letters in my bag for each of them.
Sherlock simply stared at the paper for a moment before speed dialing Mycroft.
"Brother, be perepared, the Androkinov Clan is coming to London, and they're coming for blood. Don't bother informing Jane, she's coming with them. Upgrade to Security level Five. She's not dying on my watch." He waaited a minute before his brother answered.
"Security udgraded to level Six. Also Sherlock, it's too late to call them anyways, they've just entered their family home, and it wasn't just Janessa, Johnathan, Hadrian, Aleksei, and Aleksandr Androkinov that arrived. My guess is those close to the family, two hired assassins, and enough guards for all of them came with, considering the amount of cars that just parked infront of the estate. Tell the Yard that this is a priority one case as of right now. Ta."
He stuffed away his phone and the letter, and turned to Lestrade who stood stiff and at attention as he stood infront of the door.
"This has become a priority one case, Lestrade. My brother expects it to be solved int three days time."
"Then we'll need you. For now, Sherlock, meet Aleksandr Androkinov, Head of the Androkinov Clan and Mafia Syndicate." As Lestrade said this, the officers standing around were alert.
Sherlock stepped forward, a serious look at his face.
"We're aquainted." Sherlock said before nodding to the elderly man who stood with his back straight and his hand gripping an intricate black and gold cane, as he was clad in a three piece gray suit.
"I hope you and your brother are on this, Sherlock." Aleksander said as he bypassed them and went to see his granddaughters' corpse.
"I was called in today, Aleksandr. Though I should have been called in by the second murder."
"Good, I expect this to be cleared in three days time, boy. I have my own people on this as well."
"Yes'sir. My brother has taken it upon himself to make this into a priority one case, if only because she was your grandadughter and Janessa is a possible next target."
Theat caused the man to bolt upright.
"What did you just say boy? That, little and pregnant Janessa is the possible next target? I hope you've prepared your deathbeds, Holmes', because if something happenes to that fiance of yours, I'm coming after you and your brother, and these incompetent police officers aswell."
"Who do you think you are?" Sgt Donovan asked, outraged, as she entered the room. "This is a federal investigation, you are but a mere civilian that should not be here."
A new voice interrupted her before Sally could speak again. She was short, with long golden blond hair and a small baby bump, showing through the coral blouse she wore.
"You were right, Sherlock. She is an idiot and has a newly death wish I will carry out if she dares say her next words concerning you and grandfather. I can't understand for the life of me why she would insult a grieving man in front of his dead granddaughters corpse."
"Janessa." Sherlock breathed, and some saw a look of delight on his face.
"Janessa, what are you doing in here?" Aleksandr demanded as he looked even more alert than before, relaxing when a woman and a man stepped into the room, standing on guard behind her.
"Well, grandfather, I heard Sherlock was in here. A call from Mycroft. I figured I'd let him know I was fine and save him the worry that comes with me, him and a pair of unborn twins."
"Why would you care about what the freak is feeling?" Anderson said idiotically, and he found himself with a gun pointed at his head, a heated glare sent his way, that had him nearly pissing himself.
"It's rude to insukt a pregant woman's fiance to her face with her favorite insult, you know." She said before lowering her gun and turning to look at Sherlock who had gone stock still and she smiled brightly.
"Twins?"
"Surprise?"
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