Chapter 2- "The man with the Umbrella"
The way she swept in was the way she exited. John heard the light footsteps creaking up the stairs towards, what seemed like, the dead apartment. With a turn of his head he saw her; her tall, thin body shadowing the door frame the way Sherlock used to do. Her messy plait that framed her pale face that then fell onto her black lace top. Little did John know her mind hid the information he long to hear.
"I have reason to believe that Mr Sherlock Holmes is not dead"
This scene, this moment in time seemed to play in his mind.
"You saw him fall… but did you see him hit the ground… everything he lives for… to protect you"
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ring. John smirk, he was able to fix it after the death of Sherlock. "Keeps him occupied," He overheard Mr Hudson telling one of her many friends that often dropped by.
"Oh…Anthea." Mrs Hudson voice almost sound treating. "If you wanting to take John, his upstairs."
It did take a Sherlock Holmes to know where he was going.
-Believe in Sherlock Holmes-
"You been in contact with this girl I believe." Mycroft Holmes slid a photo towards John. John recognised her straight away.
"Umm…Yes, Mariah Norton right?"
"Yes I believe that's what she calls herself but sadly that not the case and if you spoke to her don't believe-"
"What do mean that's not the case," John cut in, almost forgetting what he wanted to tell Mycroft.
"A cover name, John."
"Cover name? What's her real name then?"
Mycroft slide a thin file towards him. "Look for yourself."
John slow opened the file. A shocked look formed on his face.
"She's," John mumbled.
"Yes, John." Mycroft drew in a deep breath. "I believe she is the daughter of Irene Adler."
-Believe in Sherlock Holmes-