Chapter 4
"Well to start his name is Jim Moriarty, he is basically the opposite of me; I am a consulting detective, he is a consulting criminal; he organises crimes for people. Your mother was correct saying he is a psychopath and I think you might be the next me so that's why he's after you. Don't worry I'll make sure he comes nowhere near you."
"Oh I wouldn't be too sure about that Sherlock; daddies always nearby."
"Who said that? Sherlock what's happening? Who's he? Answer me! Dad?"
"He's the psychopath and has no good reason to be here."
"Oh Sherlock, don't be rude in front of little Charlotte."
"It's Clementine."
"Clementine, go to your room, he's dangerous."
"What him? This guy with the massive ego, who has an Irish accent, who wears Westwood suits because he thinks they look good on him, who has a compulsive gum chewing problem and has a love for cologne and hair gel? This guy is dangerous, please."
"Is she always this observant or is she just trying to impress daddy?"
"Yes Clementine he is dangerous, yes Jim she's always like this and Clementine did you just call me dad?"
"Yeah so?"
"Oh isn't this touching? The bonding between father and daughter. Do you want me to come back another time or should I stay?"
He walks toward me. I shrink into the corner. Sherlock please help me. He slips something in my pocket. Then he leans down and kisses me.
I pull away but he is holding me to tightly.
Sherlock pull out a gun and tells Moriarty to get away from me.
Thankfully he does.
I punch Moriarty hard in the throat.
"What the heck Sherlock; she's only been here for a day and she punches me."
"Get out."
"You two will be hearing from me, Sherlocks."
At this he jumps out the window.
Wait.
What the heck!
He jumped out of the window.
Why the heck would he jump out of a window?
Sure going through a window INTO a building would be fine but JUMPING OUT of a window is, is….
Suicide.
Moriarty's visit has certainly freaked me out. But what he said.
"Sherlock?"
"Yes?"
"Why did he say Sherlocks not just Sherlock?"
"Janie was right. You are me. Why else would your middle name be Sherlock?"
"Can I get my last name changed?"
"Why?"
"Because it reminds me of my mum lying dead on our kitchen floor covered in blood. That thought haunts me and I don't want to think about it when I say my surname."
"What do you want to change it to?"
At this I smile," Holmes."
"Of course but changing it might attract some unwanted attention."
"Who? Moriarty?"
"No not him someone worse."
"Who the heck is worse than that bastard?"
"Wait and see."
"Being cryptic doesn't suit you."
"Never mind. I'll get your name changed later."
"Yay!" I run over and hug him, "thanks dad!"
"Your welcome.
He doesn't pull away from the hug. Maybe he likes to be hugged?
The world's only consulting detective, likes to be hugged. He is full of surprises.
"In exchange for getting your name changed right now can I get hugs more often?"
"Done!"
"Clementine?"
"Yeah dad?"
"Why are you chewing gum?"
disgust.
"I have no idea where I got that?"
"I do."
Sherlock points out the window.
Then I realise. The kiss.
That bastard.
I put my hand into my pocket.
I find a packet of gum.
"That freak."
I also find a note. Two notes in one day. I am well thought of.
Hello precious, like my present. You'll find more soon. Daddies not finished with his little princess yet. Love daddy Jim. Xx
I hand the note to Sherlock with disgust.
He reads it, his face pale.
He pins the note to the wall.
He goes over to the computer.
Sometime later my name is changed and Sherlock gets an extra- large hug.
"Thanks so much dad!"
"No problem but soon that unwanted attention will be visiting us so can you get dressed?"
"Okay dad."
I go to my room to get dressed. I wonder who this person is.
Why would changing my name attract attention who would be interested in a new Holmes? The press?
I'm not that interesting. What, why and who?
I test my new name out, "Charlotte Clementine Sherlock Holmes." It sounds perfect.
I have to admit I was surprised when Sherlock actually changed my name for me. Maybe he understands what it's like to want to put the past behind you.
Or maybe he just likes me. I certainly like him.
When I return to the sitting room I put back the books back on the shelf.
Sherlock left me some math to do but it is soooo easy.I mean doesn't everyone know that x+2x-5+4-x is x+-1.
I hand Sherlock the algebra sheet a few minutes later. He looks surprised.
"It was easy dad."
"Everything correct. How?"
"Algebra is my favourite type of math of all time."
"Clearly."
"When is unwanted attention coming?"
"Soon."
"Where is John?"
"He's out with Mary."
"Oh."
"I think it's best for him to be out when unwanted attention comes round."
"Is it fangirls?"
"No not fangirls or the press. Unwanted attention is the worst possible person to come over. I will have to ask you not to break his arm or punch him or kick him."
"So it's a him then."
"Yes. That's all I'm saying until you meet him."
"Fine."
"Clementine?"
"Yeah?"
"I like to annoy him so can you sit in the sitting room and read a really complex book."
"I was going to do that anyway."
"That's my girl!"
I run over and hug him.
"Should I tell him my whole name?"
"If you want to. I'm going to have to explain you to him anyway."
"Okay, I'll make sure to annoy him."
I am so evil.
"I Love you dad."
"Love you to Clementine."