After Cordelia Holmes went back to working on his experiment. It had something to do with red liquid and the fur from a cat, Watson didn't usually ask questions about that kind of stuff. What Watson did want to ask Holmes was what was going on with that Cordelia character.

"Holmes" said Watson, Holmes ignored him continuing to focus on his experiment "Holmes!" Watson was louder this time.

"Hm?" asked Holmes still not looking over at him.

"Holmes, look at me!" demanded Watson, Holmes sighed and dropped his tools. He spun around in his chair and looked at Watson expectantly. Watson was amazed that Holmes didn't realize why he was being yelled at. "Are you not going to tell we what is going on with your sister"

"I would hardly call her my sister" Holmes rolled his eyes.

"What would you call her then?" asked Watson.

"An accident" he muttered "Anyway about what's going on with her, clearly she needs my help or she wouldn't be here, most likely got herself into more trouble"

"What kind of trouble?" Watson questioned.

"Cordelia is a lot like me-"

"I gathered that much" Watson cut in, Holmes pursed his lips annoyed, more at being interrupted than anything.

"She helps people but not in the right way. She operates in a sort of barbaric punishment system. She steals from thieves, kills murderers and so on. So naturally she is always on the run from the law, but she is clever and has only been caught once"

"By who?"

"Me" Holmes smiled recalling the memory "I of course had no idea it was my sister, it was when you were away with Mary. But I figured it out when she left behind something"

"Why would she leave behind something if she's so clever" Watson was now more than intrigued by this young girl.

"Why does anyone do anything these days? She was bored. It was a locket that I had given her for her fourteenth birthday, on the inside was a picture of her and the words 'prove it' it was a secret between us whenever I would observe something or solve a case she would get me to prove it, I would do the same with her. We were close enough I suppose until I left, I think she resented me for that but there is nothing I can do now" Holmes finished his story.

"So you are meeting her tomorrow to discuss it?" asked Watson.

"We are going to meet her, don't forget she asked you to come along. Seems she's taken a likeness to you Watson, you lucky she hates most everyone" Holmes smiled at the look on his friends face.

"Yes lucky me"

...

The next morning it was, again, very quiet and very dull outside. Of course Sherlock Holmes knew that this day would be anything but boring. It was quarter to twelve when Watson realized Holmes was still dressed in the clothes fro the day before. He was fiddling with his violin in his room.

"Holmes!" exclaimed Watson "You're supposed to be meeting your sister in 15 minutes and you're still not dressed"

"How may times have I told you Watson to not ask rhetorical questions" Said Holmes "Besides, I am dressed"

"You are not leaving the house like that" Watson told him.

"You can't tell me what to do" said Holmes

"Stop acting like a child Holmes, you now have ten minutes" Watson spun around and left the room, Holmes stuck out his tongue at the exciting doctor.

Holmes managed to scrap together a decent outfit before he had to go meet Cordelia, though Watson would have preferred he wear something nicer, but he really didn't feel like arguing with a madman today. They left 221 Baker street and made there way to the White Haven, a quaint place wear civilized people sit and talk and eat lunch. Of course Holmes and Cordelia were far from civilized and Watson was sure it was rubbing off on him somehow.

The two men sat down at an empty table, it appeared that Cordelia had still not arrived. Holmes and Watson looked around but she was nowhere in sight. Watson wondered if she was going to show up at all but Holmes didn't wonder, he knew his sister too well to.

"She's late, is she coming at all?" asked Watson.

"She's already here, she was here 5 minutes before us" Muttered Holmes, Watson crinkled his brow but didn't ask anymore questions. As if out of thin air Cordelia suddenly appeared at the table. She was now dressed as a proper lady should be, and it seemed to cause her great discomfort.

"Never the first one here are you Cordelia?" asked Holmes bemused.

"In my experience, being first has its... disadvantages" she said carefully, she then turned her attention to Watson "Watson, so glad that you could make it. Now about the case"