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A/N: Chapter 2! So, thank you for all the follow/alerts and the couple reviews :) Enjoy your read and sorry for the delay. (Expect an update a month on this story ^^)

Damned If You Do, Damned If You Don't

Chapter Two- And Then the Realization

"She's what?"

Both John and the DI exclaimed, staring down at the immobile dark haired girl. "Are you stupid? Oh you must be! John you're a doctor, can't you tell when someone's been paralyzed instead of killed?"

"Well.. uhm... well I..."

"Oh never mind. It's starting to wear off."

In fact, both of the other men could now see that the girl's vari-coloured eyes were moving ever so slightly. John immediately bent down and checked her pulse - it was faint, so faint that it could almost be missed but steady all the same.

"She has a pulse," he spoke softly as he leant his cheek close to her slightly parted lips, "Her breathing is quite shallow and erratic. I suspect the paralytic affected one or both of her lungs as well as her heart."

For the first time since Sherlock and John had arrived, Anderson spoke up, "Seems to be a miracle she's alive."

"Mresilien..." a soft mutter came from the ground.

"Mressilien? What the hell is that?" DI Lestrade commented.

Again the murmur came, a little clearer this time, "M'resilient..."

Every head turned to the prone figure of the girl who was now blinking and moving frozen fingers. "I'm... resilient..." she finally managed so that everyone around her could hear, "Though... m'awful col..." her words became slurred and her voice trailed off.

Slowly, she moved her arms to push herself up. The girl would have fallen when her arms gave out if it weren't for Sherlock who quickly caught her and sat her up. Anderson and Donovan stared amazed as the high-functioning sociopath put his coat around the girl's shoulders to quell her shivering.

"Thanks," she murmured, "Now where is the bloody idiot who cut me with the scalpel?"

Sherlock's eyes hardened instantly and Anderson looked away guiltily as the girl's eyes lit on him.

"Hah. No wonder it was you. I'm sure you lower the IQ of the whole police department by a couple points every time you open your mouth don't you?"

Anderson looked indignant, "I haven't even said anything to you!" he retorted bore his boss spoke.

"Anderson, just shut up and take that bullet for analysis why don't you? I want to know the poison by morning."

"It wasn't a poison," the girl spoke calmly despite her chattering teeth, "more of a paralyzing drug."

Anderson turned, "Oh and I suppose you can tell us exactly what it is too?"

"Of course she can you idiot now shut up!" Sherlock glared at the forensic analyst.

"And I suppose you figured that out by looking at her shoes!" Anderson threw back disdainfully.

Clearly bored and annoyed at the banter between the two men, the girls stood and wrapped the long coat tightly around her petite frame. Loose curls of dark hair tumbled down her back, matted from the rain.

"Sherlock, honestly. We can both tell he's an idiot, just let him go," she muttered.

"Wait," John interjected, "You're telling me you know her?"

"Congratulations, John. You figured it out. Though it was rather obvious," he said sarcastically as he stood, "Lestrade, John, meet my cousin: Kimberley Holmes."

Jim Moriarty stared down at the flashing lights and yellow tape. He had succeeded. Finally, he had succeeded. It would seem that the girl had been the key after all. The man was ecstatic, overjoyed. Hew was so lost in his excitement, that he did not notice the cold eyes - one blue and one green - that stared up at him, or the lips that curved into the predatory smile of one who knows what their prey is going to five moves ahead.

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I've always wanted to write Sherlock as having a family member he relates to and actually cares about. So yes, this is going to be slightly OOC as well as AU. Hope you enjoy the following chapters!