CHAPTER 7. SISTERS

"I'm going with you!" Harry grabbed her coat.

"Fine. Just stay quiet. I'm thinking."

"Who was that you were just on the phone with?" Harry ignored the command. Sherlock scowled in reply.

"Listen. Alright, I get that we aren't exactly the best of friends. I know I'm not John Watson."

"Clearly." Harry continued once again ignoring the biting remark.

"This is my fault. I should have just stayed out of it. And when those goons came around threatening I told them to go fuck themselves, mainly because I hate being told what to do. So, now they have my brother. And they are going to kill him! I'm not stupid, even if I do testify like they want say everything they want, they'll still kill him. So, you are going to tell me what you're going to do to get him back, ALIVE."

"Me?" Sherlock snapped.

"Yes, you! Mister mysterious coat, mister curly haired know it all. You aren't going anywhere without me. Seeing how you just dumped out my only chance at finding a goodnight sleep and calm nerves."

"Some people try tea." Sherlock offered tetchily.

"And some use drugs." She crossed her arms over her chest, her blond hair falling over her shoulders.

"You are nothing like John."

"Yeah, well I haven't heard that like all my life. Now, tell me who the hell you were just on the phone with? And why you think you and your brother who ever the hell he is, can get John out of this mess?"

"Do we have the time for all this."

"Paraphrase it then!" she shouted.

"Fine, your brother was led into a trap by an acquaintance that was hired by the D'Arma family. He is being held at some unknown location. Well, my brother and his government men have caught the woman responsible, now they will take her to an undisclosed government place for questioning. And that is were we are off to. First we have to slip past the men watching the place."

"How are we going to do that?"

"Easily. But we will have to hurry you might want to put on sensible shoes. I wont have you slowing me down." Harry rolled her eyes and started for the bedroom.

Sherlock was about to deliver another cutting remark when he caught sight of the picture under the star magnet. His analytical eyes dissected the scene piece by piece.

"You were a smoker even then." Sherlock stated, John's sister only shrugged.

"Yeah, just gave it up. Impossible to keep a smoking habit in London." She pulled her coat on. Sherlock didn't turn to look at her instead he studied John's rounded face. "He's always been disgustingly happy. No matter what, he could smile on the rainiest of days."

"He still likes to walk through the park." Sherlock frowned. He could see the happy expression on his friend's young face, he had hopeful eyes, he just wanted his sister to be happy too, to enjoy the day and to return a smile. Oh, John, a simply complicated puzzle of a boy that would become even more so of a man.

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"Give me my phone!" Helena demanded slamming her small fists onto the metal interrogation table.

"You are in no position to make demands." A run of the mill government agent snapped.

"You have no idea what you've done!" Helena snarled at the dark haired government agent.

Mycroft watched the two argue through the observation glass, his brother stood beside him and John's sister only paced.

"Something's wrong." Sherlock stated "Where's her phone. I want it."

"It has a code brother, and something tells me it's not the same password as last time. Seeing how her affections have altered. Not to mention the fact that she is supposed to be dead. I wonder how she isnt dead? A topic in which I'm sure you'll be debriefing me on later."

"The phone Mycroft!" Sherlock growled.

Helena stood now, pushing her chair back from the metal table she approached the glass. "If you have questions you come ask me yourself! And bring me my phone!"

"Is that her? Is she the one that sold my brother out?" Harry glared at the blond woman, wanting nothing more than to march into that room and beat the living hell out of the stranger with the pail skin and perfect cheekbones.

"Harry do shut up, I m trying to think." Sherlock snapped he was holding the mobile in his hand as if speculating it's weight.

"Helena. What a coincidence." Sherlock entered the room ignoring the agent.

"My mobile. Now." The ex dominatrix held out a shaky hand.
"Going to tell me why you want it so bad this time? Why were you carrying so much money on you and in a convenient duffel bag?Not your normal accessory."
Just then the mobile started to buzz, Sherlock glanced quickly at the two way mirror, he handed the mobile to the woman, knowing Mycroft's people were attempting to trace the call.

"Hello." Helena's voice trembled.

"No-wait. You don't understand-please! Stop! I have the money!" the line went dead and Sherlock could see the color completely leave the woman's face. Her eyes pooling with water, she stared at the mobile in her hand, an incoming message and she mechanically pressed the code in. Sister. Simple really.

Sherlock leaned closer it was a video file. "Looks like your sister did not come through. Any last words?" A Spanish accented voice spoke, and the camera phone focused on a familiar blond looking up from her kneeling position, blue eyes locked onto the camera. She gave a weak smile.

"Don't watch. Don't watch." She repeated. "This isn't your fault. Don't watch. It's alright." Sherlock realized what he was witnessing, the camera swiveled to an olive skinned man, presumably the speaker.

"You were given precise directions. It seems your family isn't worth as much as we assumed." He smiled sadly and Sherlock could see him draw a weapon form inside his gray suit jacket. He aimed the camera moving towards the young blond sniper and back to himself. Sherlock could read hesitation and then a cold determination. "Expect your first package tomorrow." And the sound of two shots exploded from the speaker, Sherlock didn't miss the blood that sprayed the olive skinned strangers face. Helena only dropped her phone, undisguised horror twisting her expression, then pain a heavy pain weighing her down until she fell to her knees. Two more shots echoed from the phones speakers, causing both the detective and the woman to flinch. "A pity Helena, she had such a pretty face." And the video call ended.

Sherlock didn't have time to think, the blond haired woman flung herself at him, Agent Hunt intercepted the smaller woman before she reached her target.

"You better Kill me! I will kill you! You here me Mycroft Holmes you better kill me!" She screamed wildly clawing at the agent trying to hold her.

"Irene! What about John where is he?" Sherlock demanded.

"Even if I knew I could never help you! I hope he dies too! It will be your fault! It will be your fault!" She shrieked madly as another agent moved to take her arm and lead her away.