This is my make or break chapter I'm adding one of my owne characters hope you like her this chapter hints at what happened to Sherlock so hope you like it.
John walked down stairs to check on Mrs. H who probably went upstairs to tell John something about Rosie who she was caring for while Sherlock and John where working. After he calmed mrs.H down and fed Rosie John made his way upstairs to clean the blood soaked flat, form the day before. As John was putting up the cleaning supplies there was a knock at the door.
"piss off!" John yelled thinking it was another drunk person looking for the great Sherlock Holmes to help find the Rum.
But the knock came this time, louder and more frantic followed by the sound of sirens. John walked over to the coat rack that his jacket with his gun was on. Then came the sound of a boot being smacked against the door until the lock came off the hinges and the door flew open. John herd mrs. H's door slam closed as he inched down the stairs, gun reddy to fire. As years of dust cleared from being kicked up from the fall of the door (there was so much because Sherlock would not let mrs. H dust) a figure started to come into view . At first John thought it was an adult because of the force required to kick down the door. But later notice the figure was a teen du to the size. Then the smoke cleared completely, it was a girl.
She looked almost exactly like Sherlock; her face was lightly tanned, her jawline and chin indention were so well defined, she had slight cheekbones starting to form underneath her round cheeks, she was young enough to have baby fat. Her Eyes where widened from fear her long curly hair dripping from the rain. She was dressed in a gray long sleeve that hung around her shoulders, obviously stretched from being weighed down by rain. Her hands where In cuffs holding a golden B that was most likely from the door. Her pants where black and she was wearing black dress shoes with gold lining the soles. She raised her hands with the B and said with an out of breath growl.
"I've seemed to have broken your door, well, and your B."
"What the hell?"
"O come on Hamish this is not the craziest thing that's happened here."
"I-um no sorry, what?" John said lowering his gun.
"You know that stupid Perl, the one that the police can't seem to find?" She said walking towards John and handing him the B then walking back the the door.
"They think I stole it," She placed her fingers under the door and pulled it up with one loud grunt. "I obviously didn't or I wouldn't be here Hamish." She placed the door back onto the henges the best she could and dusted herself off. "There pretty good of a girl in cuffs, don't you think?" she stepped back to admire her work then turned around towards John and started walking up the stairs squeezing by him. "Come on then Hamish, we have work to do, and you need to invite me in."
John stood up using the railing as much as possible and ran towards the girl waiting patiently at the door to the flat with her arms crossed. John still in shock opened the door of the flat only to find mrs. H holding his child sitting on the sofa.
"Mrs. H how did you?"
"O dear, Sherlock hasn't told you about the secret stairway to your flat, you still have a lot to learn." Mrs. H stood up with Rosie in her arms and walked through the door passed John and the girl to return to her flat. John invited the girl inside and sat her on the chair.
"Stay there while I go get Sherlock."
"Your wife?" She stopped and looked john up and down. Then cleared her throat "No no no sorry, husband." She corrected her self.
"No, damit!" John said as he left to get Sherlock.
"Now, now Hamish." She said with a smirk.
When john and Sherlock walked back out of the bedroom the girl had gone from the chair.
"Hello?" John said more cautious than needed.
"Nope… wrong… Hamish please don't be this dumb,no,WRONG!"
They walked out to see the girl messing around with Sherlock's papers and experiments.
"O fuck off kid" Sherlock yelled wile stomping towards her grabbing everything out of her hands and pushing her out of the kitchen.
Sherlock looked at the experiments the gril said where wrong. They where all the ones that are supposed to be wrong, Sherlock puts them up to see if any of his clients are more intelligent the they seem which would include them solving them.
The girl went and sat back down in the wooden chair but faced it more towards Sherlock's chair.
"Come on then Hamish, and Hamish's not husband."
"He's not my husband." John said while walking towards his chair and sitting.
"Hang On did that girl just call you Hamish?" Sherlock said following after John then sitting in his own chair.
Sherlock and the girl sat facing each other in the same position, hands in a praying position resting their fingertips on their lips, one leg crossed over the other and leaning against the back of their chair, both completely comfortable. They seemed to study each other one making deductions about the other. Silence ringed through the flat until the girl spoke.
"Hamish, why dose he look so much like me?"
"Look kid I told you to stop calling me that" John spoke with frustration in his voice.
The girl sighed in annoyance.
Then wile in the same sitting position Sherlock asked a question.
"Name?"
In which the girl replied without hesitation.
"Maddie"
"Names?" She ascked both in return.
"I'm Sherlock he's John, How old?"
The girl sat up a little taller as she answered
"14, Who's the old lady down stairs"
Sherlock reply with a little bit of a delay
"Non of your concern, Why are you here?"
The girl chuckled and leaned back again. "To whom may I share my story to? Hamish or the mysterious Sherlock, who I'm guessing should not hear my predicament do to you being completely unstable."
Sherlock sighed shut his eyes for a second and took what Maddie just said as the start of a game. "Poor girl wrongfully convicted"
The girl squinted it was her move now, then out of nowhere recognized Sherlock from her escape. She grinned in a way that reminded Sherlock of how Moriarty smiled seconds before he blew his brains out.
"I was accused of stealing that shitty Pearl"
Sherlock grabbed his side where the patched up bullet wounds where and jump over the back of his chair to stand behind it.
"You- it's you, you little shit you shot me! You shot me because you stole a fucking Pearl!"
"Didn't!" The girl snapped back.
John rose up out of his chair clutching the gun that sat in his lap previously.
"I was scared I needed help I needed to escape you just got in the way." The girl talked like she was trying to explain a little accident.
Sherlock's vision blurred as he started to fall back he reached at John's gun, took it from him and shot at the girl.
A screem came from the girl and John dove for Sherlock.
Ooo so the next chapter is going to explain what happened.