"Is everything alright at home dear?" Mrs Hudson asked Elizabeth as she held a duster in her hand, moving it over Mrs Hudson's fire place as Mrs Hudson bent down and picked up her rubber gloves, sliding them onto her hands.
"I know you have heard them rowing," Elizabeth chuckled once. "You live downstairs Mrs Hudson."
"Well I don't mean to pry," Mrs Hudson shook her head. "Besides...I am getting on a bit and the shouting doesn't help with my hearing."
"You're still as young as you've ever been Mrs Hudson," Elizabeth smirked at the old woman and she looked back at her, smirking too.
"And you're quite the charmer like your father," Mrs Hudson declared. "But you failed to answer my question."
"Well I don't really know what to say," Elizabeth shrugged. "My mum and dad seem to be getting on fine really."
"Well what was the argument about?" Mrs Hudson asked and Elizabeth focused on her cleaning.
"My dad was sort of getting involved with another woman," Lizzie said and Mrs Hudson gasped.
"He was cheating on Scarlett?" she asked and Elizabeth shook her head quickly.
"No," she said. "He wouldn't do that...but he...it was the game Mrs Hudson."
"The game," Mrs Hudson shook her head. "Your father is ridiculous."
"You can say that again," Elizabeth grunted. "But they will get over it. They have to really."
"Of course they will," Mrs Hudson smiled. "Your parents have been through a lot."
"They don't tell me what they've been through," Elizabeth complained. "My dad says that I don't need to know."
"Well you don't," Mrs Hudson replied. "It would only worry you."
"I can't even Google anything because he seems to be invisible," she complained back.
"Google," Mrs Hudson shook her head. "What are you kids doing these days."
"Nothing as wild as what you did in the sixties Mrs Hudson," Elizabeth said, patting her on the arm as she heard a knock on the door and went to open it.
"Elizabeth Holmes," a voice spoke as she looked at the man with an American accent and she raised a brow.
"Can I help you?"
"No," he said. "But your father can."
"Excuse me?" she said and the man hit her around the face, knocking her so she fell onto the wall at the side. Mrs Hudson looked onto the mess and back at the girl who stood tall again and ducked another punch which the man flung at her. Two others entered the room, grabbing onto Mrs Hudson who struggled but she grasped back at the wall and Elizabeth continued with the other man.
"You have his spirit," he decided as he pushed her against the wall, pinning her arm into his hold and twisting it as she gasped. "Shame it won't work."
"Do you want a bet?" she snapped back at him, pushing backwards but failing to move.
"You are such an arse," she complained as she felt her hands being tied together behind her back.
"Well you should be thanking me that I don't shoot your head from your shoulders."
"Heart warming."
...
"Try not to cry Mrs Hudson," Elizabeth told the old woman as they were sat down in chairs, two men walking around and one man was stood behind them. But each contained a gun. "They don't care for tears."
"She wouldn't be crying if you told me where it was."
"I don't know where it is," Elizabeth snapped. "My dad keeps it close."
"Well we will have to work out where it is then."
"You can search this entire flat and you won't find the orgasmic phone of Irene Adler," she huffed. "He won't keep it anywhere."
"Well this is a turnout," a sudden voice spoke as Sherlock entered the room, his hands behind his back as he looked on at the sight of the two of them. "What can I do for you?"
"You have something we want Mr Holmes," the American declared as Sherlock stepped forward, his hand resting onto Elizabeth's pale cheek and he looked her in the eye before he nodded at Mrs Hudson.
"I believe I do," Sherlock said. "But you need to get rid of your men."
"Go downstairs," the lead American demanded.
"And out to your car," Sherlock ordered them. "Don't try to trick me as it won't work."
"Fine," he said and the other two left as Sherlock stepped backwards.
"How do I know you won't make a move?" the American wondered.
"You can check me if you want?" Sherlock said.
"Don't mind if I do."
"It would be a pleasure," Sherlock said and the American moved forward, his arms patting down Sherlock before he stood tall and the detective pulled something from behind his back, spraying the liquid into the man's face before head butting him.
"Stupid," Sherlock said, looking down onto the floor and then rushing over to the two females.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"I'm fine," Mrs Hudson sniffled. "I'm okay..."
"Liz?"
"I'm good," she said and Sherlock managed to untie her wrists and he wrapped his arms around her waist, and held her closely to him. "I'm fine dad."
"I know," he said. "I just don't want my daughter to be held at gunpoint."
"Don't worry about your housekeeper then," Mrs Hudson said and Sherlock smirked at her.
"I thought you were just our landlady?"
"I gave up being just that years ago."