Myshawolf and Angelina 809 walk out. Myshawolf pulls out her trademark
notebook: Hey everyone. Angelina and I decided to do a joint fic dealing
with any kids we thought Holmes and Moriarty would have.
Angelina: This is a sequel to Masquerade, And The Winner Is.., and Figlio Perduto. Please read them in that order.
MW: Yeah, The Winner Is is Angelina's fic so please check it out. We figure that with two authors, we should get double the reviews this way.
Nightmare walks out: You recovered quickly.
Angelina: Don't you have a remote to get?
Nightmare: In good time. When are you going to work on Atlantis?
MW: (shrugs) Whenever! (To her readers) Enjoy our story.
Angelina and Myshawolf : On with the Show. (Nightmare hits her head against the wall)
Wandering Children
Chapter 1 - Cats And Mice
James sat high up in the flies among the ropes as Erika had taught him how. He looked down on the stage as he watched his lovely wife teach their daughter Christine how to fight. His mind couldn't believe that the raven haired girl would be turning nineteen soon. A smile touched his lips as Erika began to rattle off instruction in French. Soon the two touch their swords and began to fight. James felt Nadir join his side. The two smiled faintly to each other before looking back at the fight.
"She is learning fast." Nadir commented, "Erika is very proud of her."
"I heard she disarmed you yesterday. Getting slow, old friend?" James replied jokingly.
"Since neither one knows you are here yet. I can safely assume my nephew has yet to learn when to keep his mouth shut." Nadir chuckled.
"You can't expect kids these days to be quiet about things like that. Michael and Aidan constantly remind me when they are faster at a heist than me." James grinned, "That's when I remind them who is the Napoleon of Crime."
"Where are the boys anyways? I noticed how quiet it was up here without them." Nadir observed as Erika disarmed her daughter with a quick and fluid motion.
James smirked, "Doing something for me while I'm here. Their grandfather is watching out for them."
"I can assume they will be tangling with Monsieur Holmes soon enough."
"You can. I only gave them one piece of advice this morning before leaving them." James smiled as his wife and daughter began to head back to their underground home.
"Which was?"
"Don't get caught. Now I want to surprise my lovely wife. Au revoir, Nadir."
"Au revoir, Professor. I'll have everything ready."
James winked at the head of security as he headed towards the stage. Nadir smiled as he watched the man go. He couldn't object to the man's profession since he made Erika very happy. He also kept her happy for over twenty years. Nadir turned and headed to the stage to get everything ready for tonight.
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Erika tried not to giggle as her husband lead her up the stairs to the main stage. She just couldn't help the goofy smile on her face as she thought of James trying to surprise her. He always did things like this when he was away for long periods of time. Tonight, he had woken her up in her chair where she had fallen asleep trying to wait up for him. A simple kiss was all it took to wake up her system. Then he slipped a blindfold around her eyes and whisked her away from the underground house. Erika sniffed the air as they entered the main stage area. The air smelt of melted wax and flowers.
"James, what are you up to?" Erika asked as he placed a hand on her waist.
"Nothing at all. I want to give something that you wanted since our first year together." James smirked at her perceptiveness.
"I wonder what that is." Erika remarked, honestly stumped.
James use to dote on her their first year together and their first year married. There wasn't anything that he missed during that time. Erika heard James chuckle as he stopped her. Erika frowned because he was amused that he finally stumped her at something. She continued to ponder this point until she felt him begin to remove the blindfold. Erika closed her eyes as she felt the slip of fabric fall away from her face. Gradually she opened them and gasped.
The stage was covered with candles of every shape and size. The area was a blaze of light, giving it a romantic glow. Erika looked around speechless at the sight of all the candles and the beauty it gave everything. She gracefully turned as a smile flitted across her face. James sucked in his breath at the sight of his lovely wife a washed in candle light. He walked towards her as if in a trance. Erika stared at James as he came towards her. Gently he pulled her close and kissed her. Erika sank into the kiss. Twenty years did little to dim the passion between them.
Then she heard the swish of a blade as it is pulled from it sheath. Erika pulled away to see James smirk at her before stepping away with a blade in his hand. Sensing a challenge, Erika turned around to grab the other sword she knew would be there. A smile touched her lips as she remembered how many times she use to challenge James to a duel during the first year of their marriage. He always laughed at her before kissing her senseless. Erika recognized the practice swords as Nadir's.
"Does Khan know you have them?" Erika asked as she took a few practice swipes through the air, testing the feel of the sword in her hand.
"No he doesn't, but I think Danesh knows where they are." James shrugged before giving her a predatory smile, "Ready, cherie?"
"Are you ready to be taught, Professor?" Erika resorted back, "I won't go easy on you."
"I was just about to say the same thing, my siren." James saluted with his sword then went into his stance.
Erika smiled at him and went into a stance as well. She knew she was at a slight disadvantage since she was wearing her long night gown while James was still dressed in his day clothes. However, Nadir taught her to use every disadvantage to her advantage.
After a few moments of staring at each other, James made the first move. Erika easily blocked and countered with an attack of her own. The two thrust and parried around the candlelit stage. Neither one dared to look away from the other's eyes as they traveled around the stage. The only noise that was heard was the clashing of metal as the swords struck each other and pulled away.
James found himself getting distracted by his wife's fierce beauty as the candlelight touched her face. His finger itched to touch her face and skin, but he had to see this fight through. He only hoped that he affected her as much as she did him.
Erika took a moment to admire her husband's physique as their swords clashed and sparked in front of her face. Part way through the fight, James had torn off his coat and vest leaving only his white shirt and black pants. Erika felt her stomach tighten as he continued to move the same grace as he did twenty years ago. She felt her arm growing tired from the long fight.
As their sword crossed closely bring their faces near each other. James grabbed the back of her head and pulled her into a deep kissed. His hand fisted in her hair. Erika dropped her sword to wrap her arms around his neck. James threw his aside to free his other arm and wrapped in around her waist and dipped her low as he deepen the kiss. There they stood in the shimmering candlelight, showing how they had missed each other while they lived out their lives doing what they do best.
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The moon was high in the New London sky as two figures quickly worked open a small piece of metal paneling. The silver moonlight provided all the light they needed to work from. As soon as the paneling was removed, one of the figures in black plugged in a portable computer and frantically began to hack his way in. His emerald green eyes flashed as he quickly broke down firewall through firewall. A gleam of mischief entered his eyes as he got closer and closer to his prize.
The other man just shook his head and began to rewire the whole security system. Effortlessly he began to switch the wires around. His steel grey eyes began to calculate how long they would need to get in and get back out. Looking up he turned to his partner.
"Which way are we going in, Michael?" The grey eyed man asked quickly.
"The air vent I think was Dad's plan?" Michael commented as he looked up from the computer screen, "You could radio Grandpa, Aidan. He would know."
Aidan nodded and did so. After Aidan repeated his question, Fenwick sighed over the air and stated, "You boys need to listen to your father when he tells you something. Michael is right. You are to go through the vent."
Aidan nodded and went back to rewiring the system, "So we have about five minutes to get in and five to get out."
Michael smiled as he finished changing the security pass words, "More than enough time for us."
Fenwick chuckled at their overconfidence, "Then I better not see any Yardies coming while you work. Now get moving."
Fenwick cut out the transmission. Michael turned to his brother and asked, "Where is Dad again?"
"Currently fighting with Mom." Aidan answered as he finished his job with the wires, "You know how they are."
Michael sighed as he moved towards the vent entrance, "Our parents have some strange ideas on what a romantic date is."
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Mirielle gave a satisfied sigh and she picked up the freshly poured cup of coffee. Taking a deep breath, she nearly cried as she smelled the exotic aroma of the coffee beans. She loved her coffee break. After chasing criminals and ruffians on the graveyard shift, this was her escape from all that. Mirielle took a reverent sip and wonder what was keeping her brother.
Casually she brushed a piece of her sandy blonde hair out of her face. Her violet eyes swept over the small diner for some sign of her brother's arrival. She also enjoyed meeting her younger brother and talking shop. Mirielle adjusted her Yard badge when a few new customers glanced her way then quickly walked out. The waitress gave the young detective a grateful look and Mirielle smiled back. She loved her job.
Suddenly a young man burst into the diner and smiled at Mirielle. Quickly he plopped down into the chair across from his sister. His brown flew about his head showing his sister that he must have ran the whole way to the diner. His blue eyes gleamed with merriment which means he made a break in a case.
Mirielle spoke first, "You cracked the case, John?"
"Too right I did. I just sent Watson back to Baker Street with my findings. I hope Dad is happy with the results." John grinned.
"He will be. Mom was telling me he was getting frustrated because things weren't moving fast enough."
"So catch any criminals yet?"
"Nay, Just scared a few away is all." Mirielle informed her brother, "Moriarty's gang hasn't pulled anything in a while. It's making me nervous. Mom is a little worried too"
"The Chief Inspector is always worried about something." John joked, "Don't worry they'll show up sooner or later. You just have to keep an eye out for them."
"I know." Mirielle started but was interrupted by her wrist com.
"All units, there is a security breach at 10 Downing Street. All available units report."
"This is patrol car 23 responding." Mirielle shouted as she raced out of the diner.
As she revved up the engine, John jumped into the passenger's seat next to her. Mirielle gave him a questioning look. John just shrugged and motioned for her to get going. Mirielle pulled out and raced to the scene of the crime. Grabbing on to the handle above the door, John muttered a small prayer.
"Scared, brother?" Mirielle teased.
"Hell yeah. Who taught you how to drive?" John shouted at her.
Mirielle smiled brightly and remarked, "Mom."
John grumbled as he held on to dear life. Looking out the window, he noticed something strange on one of the roofs. Two men watching the Yardies arriving at Downing Street.
"Mirielle, go back! I think I found our culprits." John yelled.
"Where?"
"Back there."
"Hang on! We are going for a visit."
Michael and Aidan watched the swarming Yardies a few rooftops away. They chuckled to themselves as they watch the detectives try to piece together the puzzle of who did this. Michael lowered the binoculars and wondered if they should have left their calling card. He turned to his brother to ask about that when he spotted a stray cruiser that was heading towards them.
"About time one of them saw us." Aidan smirked as he saw them as well.
"I'm surprised. I was thinking the Chief Inspector was losing her touch at picking observant candidates. Which way do you want?" Michael asked in a slightly amused voice.
"The low road, since I got the plans." Aidan reasoned.
"So I get the high road. Are we racing to Perros then?" Michael sighed.
"Of course."
The two brothers waited as the cruiser came down for a landing. Just as the door opened, they began to run. Michael leaped to the next roof top while Aidan jumped over the edge of the roof. Mirielle cursed as she exited the vehicle. John stepped out as well. He pulled out a copy of their father's cane and jumped over the edge of the roof. Mirielle groaned. Mom was going to kill her if John got hurt.
After a few minutes of debating, she chased after the other suspect. She had to admire how effortlessly he moved and jumped from roof to roof. Mirielle picked up her speed knowing that there was a gap in the roof coming up that was too large for anyone to safely jump.
Michael skidded to a halt when he reached the last roof's edge. There was no way he could jump that. He turned around to come face to face with a beautiful young female Yardie. Her long sandy blonde hair flew about her face, providing a beautiful curtain to her violet eyes. Michael had a hard time remembering how to breathe.
"Freeze." Mirielle shouted at the masked man in front of her as she drew her ionser, "Don't move. New Scotland Yard."
"A pity," Michael answered as he pulled out a cane and revealed it to be a sword, "I was hoping you weren't real."
"What do you expect to do with that?" Mirielle wondered incredibly, "I'll shoot you before you can stab me with that."
"Wanna bet?" Michael laughed, "Take your shot, Inspector."
"You asked for it." Mirielle shrugged as she fired.
Michael swung the sword. The blast hit the blade of the sword and went barreling back towards Mirielle. The blast knocked Mirielle off her feet and on to her butt. When she opened her eyes, she found herself restrained and staring into a pair of deep green eyes. She barely felt the man grabbed her hand and kiss it through the mask that covered his lips.
"It was a pleasure to meet you, Inspector Holmes. I hope our paths cross again." Michael told her before disappearing over the edge of the roof.
Mirielle just sat there, tied up and in a daze. What the Zed just happened? He deflected the shot easily? How did he do that? How the hell did he do that?! Mirielle wasn't sure what she was supposed to feel about this.
She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she didn't even noticed that John had landed the cruiser by her until he was in front of her, waving his hands in her face. Mirielle suddenly felt her face begin to heat up. John sat down in front of him. A few minutes passed in silence.
"The other one got away from me." John reported, "I only lost him. He didn't get the jump on me."
"Shut up, baby brother."
"Hey I'm dumb enough to let a criminal use my weapon against me." John remarked.
"No, but at least I didn't eat a Christmas tree ornament thinking it was a real cookie." Mirielle shot back as she tried to cancel out the restraining bars.
"I was five." John defended, "Besides it smelled just like a real gingerbread man. How was I to know it was a fake?"
"Maybe by asking Mom?" Mirielle replied sweetly as the restraining bars disappeared, "Yes!"
"So what now?" John asked as he stood up.
"We go see Mom and Dad. That guy had a light French accent. Let's see if they have any ideas."
John and Mirielle trudged up the steps of 221B. Their feet hit each of the seventeen steps with growing disappointment. Mirielle more grim because of the fact she had been bested and John because he had lost his man. Finally, they reached the door but they didn't even have to turn the knob for their father was standing there smirking,
"Hello children, why so down?" he teased as they slowly walked into the room. Mirielle plopped on a chair and John paced up and down the room.
"Spill it," Beth said as she sat down next to her daughter. "You can't hide anything from us."
Mirielle let out a loud sigh and began, "Well, I was meeting John at the coffee shop this morning when I get a call on my communicator for 10 Downing Street. John hops in the car," she shot a look at her brother, "and we go off. All the other Yardies rush to the scene where as John and I spot two guys on a roof. We landed the hovercar and go after 'em, he took one and I took the other. So, I finally get him cornered and I'm ready to just bring him in when he pulls out a sword, a sword for God's sake! So I fire a shot and he reflects it back at me. What is up with that?" she asked as the story ended.
"The only person who I know that could do that is the Phantom," said Beth as she looked to Sherlock. John immediately stopped pacing and looked at his sister whose frown disappeared for a moment as they began to laugh.
"Come to think of it, it does sound like something the Phantom would do," he nodded slowly, stroking his chin with his hand. "But it is rather odd that he should show up in New London."
"Oh and where is this Phantom usually?" John managed to say after calming down from his hearty laugh.
"Paris," Beth and Sherlock stated at the same time. Smiling to one another they watched their children's eyes widen and get a mischievous twinkle as though they were thinking the same thing. Mirielle perked up and John walked towards the door.
Getting up Mirielle smirked, "I guess we're off the Paris."
Mirielle and John rushed out of their parent's home and over to their own flats on Montague Street. They both lived in the same building but different numbers; however saw each other sparingly during the day.
Meanwhile at 221B Sherlock and Beth pondered over a few things. "I wonder if Erika is in New London," said Lestrade as she sipped her tea.
"No, it couldn't be," said Holmes, "She wouldn't be the one doing the robbing. Besides, she would have told you. To build on that fact Mirielle and John wouldn't have each needed to chase one of them if it were only Erika. I am going to say it was either Moriarty himself or their children."
Beth looked at her husband and sighed, "Well, you haven't been wrong in twenty years so I am going to suppose you aren't wrong now," she smirked as she made her way to the kitchen.
Angelina: This is a sequel to Masquerade, And The Winner Is.., and Figlio Perduto. Please read them in that order.
MW: Yeah, The Winner Is is Angelina's fic so please check it out. We figure that with two authors, we should get double the reviews this way.
Nightmare walks out: You recovered quickly.
Angelina: Don't you have a remote to get?
Nightmare: In good time. When are you going to work on Atlantis?
MW: (shrugs) Whenever! (To her readers) Enjoy our story.
Angelina and Myshawolf : On with the Show. (Nightmare hits her head against the wall)
Wandering Children
Chapter 1 - Cats And Mice
James sat high up in the flies among the ropes as Erika had taught him how. He looked down on the stage as he watched his lovely wife teach their daughter Christine how to fight. His mind couldn't believe that the raven haired girl would be turning nineteen soon. A smile touched his lips as Erika began to rattle off instruction in French. Soon the two touch their swords and began to fight. James felt Nadir join his side. The two smiled faintly to each other before looking back at the fight.
"She is learning fast." Nadir commented, "Erika is very proud of her."
"I heard she disarmed you yesterday. Getting slow, old friend?" James replied jokingly.
"Since neither one knows you are here yet. I can safely assume my nephew has yet to learn when to keep his mouth shut." Nadir chuckled.
"You can't expect kids these days to be quiet about things like that. Michael and Aidan constantly remind me when they are faster at a heist than me." James grinned, "That's when I remind them who is the Napoleon of Crime."
"Where are the boys anyways? I noticed how quiet it was up here without them." Nadir observed as Erika disarmed her daughter with a quick and fluid motion.
James smirked, "Doing something for me while I'm here. Their grandfather is watching out for them."
"I can assume they will be tangling with Monsieur Holmes soon enough."
"You can. I only gave them one piece of advice this morning before leaving them." James smiled as his wife and daughter began to head back to their underground home.
"Which was?"
"Don't get caught. Now I want to surprise my lovely wife. Au revoir, Nadir."
"Au revoir, Professor. I'll have everything ready."
James winked at the head of security as he headed towards the stage. Nadir smiled as he watched the man go. He couldn't object to the man's profession since he made Erika very happy. He also kept her happy for over twenty years. Nadir turned and headed to the stage to get everything ready for tonight.
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Erika tried not to giggle as her husband lead her up the stairs to the main stage. She just couldn't help the goofy smile on her face as she thought of James trying to surprise her. He always did things like this when he was away for long periods of time. Tonight, he had woken her up in her chair where she had fallen asleep trying to wait up for him. A simple kiss was all it took to wake up her system. Then he slipped a blindfold around her eyes and whisked her away from the underground house. Erika sniffed the air as they entered the main stage area. The air smelt of melted wax and flowers.
"James, what are you up to?" Erika asked as he placed a hand on her waist.
"Nothing at all. I want to give something that you wanted since our first year together." James smirked at her perceptiveness.
"I wonder what that is." Erika remarked, honestly stumped.
James use to dote on her their first year together and their first year married. There wasn't anything that he missed during that time. Erika heard James chuckle as he stopped her. Erika frowned because he was amused that he finally stumped her at something. She continued to ponder this point until she felt him begin to remove the blindfold. Erika closed her eyes as she felt the slip of fabric fall away from her face. Gradually she opened them and gasped.
The stage was covered with candles of every shape and size. The area was a blaze of light, giving it a romantic glow. Erika looked around speechless at the sight of all the candles and the beauty it gave everything. She gracefully turned as a smile flitted across her face. James sucked in his breath at the sight of his lovely wife a washed in candle light. He walked towards her as if in a trance. Erika stared at James as he came towards her. Gently he pulled her close and kissed her. Erika sank into the kiss. Twenty years did little to dim the passion between them.
Then she heard the swish of a blade as it is pulled from it sheath. Erika pulled away to see James smirk at her before stepping away with a blade in his hand. Sensing a challenge, Erika turned around to grab the other sword she knew would be there. A smile touched her lips as she remembered how many times she use to challenge James to a duel during the first year of their marriage. He always laughed at her before kissing her senseless. Erika recognized the practice swords as Nadir's.
"Does Khan know you have them?" Erika asked as she took a few practice swipes through the air, testing the feel of the sword in her hand.
"No he doesn't, but I think Danesh knows where they are." James shrugged before giving her a predatory smile, "Ready, cherie?"
"Are you ready to be taught, Professor?" Erika resorted back, "I won't go easy on you."
"I was just about to say the same thing, my siren." James saluted with his sword then went into his stance.
Erika smiled at him and went into a stance as well. She knew she was at a slight disadvantage since she was wearing her long night gown while James was still dressed in his day clothes. However, Nadir taught her to use every disadvantage to her advantage.
After a few moments of staring at each other, James made the first move. Erika easily blocked and countered with an attack of her own. The two thrust and parried around the candlelit stage. Neither one dared to look away from the other's eyes as they traveled around the stage. The only noise that was heard was the clashing of metal as the swords struck each other and pulled away.
James found himself getting distracted by his wife's fierce beauty as the candlelight touched her face. His finger itched to touch her face and skin, but he had to see this fight through. He only hoped that he affected her as much as she did him.
Erika took a moment to admire her husband's physique as their swords clashed and sparked in front of her face. Part way through the fight, James had torn off his coat and vest leaving only his white shirt and black pants. Erika felt her stomach tighten as he continued to move the same grace as he did twenty years ago. She felt her arm growing tired from the long fight.
As their sword crossed closely bring their faces near each other. James grabbed the back of her head and pulled her into a deep kissed. His hand fisted in her hair. Erika dropped her sword to wrap her arms around his neck. James threw his aside to free his other arm and wrapped in around her waist and dipped her low as he deepen the kiss. There they stood in the shimmering candlelight, showing how they had missed each other while they lived out their lives doing what they do best.
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The moon was high in the New London sky as two figures quickly worked open a small piece of metal paneling. The silver moonlight provided all the light they needed to work from. As soon as the paneling was removed, one of the figures in black plugged in a portable computer and frantically began to hack his way in. His emerald green eyes flashed as he quickly broke down firewall through firewall. A gleam of mischief entered his eyes as he got closer and closer to his prize.
The other man just shook his head and began to rewire the whole security system. Effortlessly he began to switch the wires around. His steel grey eyes began to calculate how long they would need to get in and get back out. Looking up he turned to his partner.
"Which way are we going in, Michael?" The grey eyed man asked quickly.
"The air vent I think was Dad's plan?" Michael commented as he looked up from the computer screen, "You could radio Grandpa, Aidan. He would know."
Aidan nodded and did so. After Aidan repeated his question, Fenwick sighed over the air and stated, "You boys need to listen to your father when he tells you something. Michael is right. You are to go through the vent."
Aidan nodded and went back to rewiring the system, "So we have about five minutes to get in and five to get out."
Michael smiled as he finished changing the security pass words, "More than enough time for us."
Fenwick chuckled at their overconfidence, "Then I better not see any Yardies coming while you work. Now get moving."
Fenwick cut out the transmission. Michael turned to his brother and asked, "Where is Dad again?"
"Currently fighting with Mom." Aidan answered as he finished his job with the wires, "You know how they are."
Michael sighed as he moved towards the vent entrance, "Our parents have some strange ideas on what a romantic date is."
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Mirielle gave a satisfied sigh and she picked up the freshly poured cup of coffee. Taking a deep breath, she nearly cried as she smelled the exotic aroma of the coffee beans. She loved her coffee break. After chasing criminals and ruffians on the graveyard shift, this was her escape from all that. Mirielle took a reverent sip and wonder what was keeping her brother.
Casually she brushed a piece of her sandy blonde hair out of her face. Her violet eyes swept over the small diner for some sign of her brother's arrival. She also enjoyed meeting her younger brother and talking shop. Mirielle adjusted her Yard badge when a few new customers glanced her way then quickly walked out. The waitress gave the young detective a grateful look and Mirielle smiled back. She loved her job.
Suddenly a young man burst into the diner and smiled at Mirielle. Quickly he plopped down into the chair across from his sister. His brown flew about his head showing his sister that he must have ran the whole way to the diner. His blue eyes gleamed with merriment which means he made a break in a case.
Mirielle spoke first, "You cracked the case, John?"
"Too right I did. I just sent Watson back to Baker Street with my findings. I hope Dad is happy with the results." John grinned.
"He will be. Mom was telling me he was getting frustrated because things weren't moving fast enough."
"So catch any criminals yet?"
"Nay, Just scared a few away is all." Mirielle informed her brother, "Moriarty's gang hasn't pulled anything in a while. It's making me nervous. Mom is a little worried too"
"The Chief Inspector is always worried about something." John joked, "Don't worry they'll show up sooner or later. You just have to keep an eye out for them."
"I know." Mirielle started but was interrupted by her wrist com.
"All units, there is a security breach at 10 Downing Street. All available units report."
"This is patrol car 23 responding." Mirielle shouted as she raced out of the diner.
As she revved up the engine, John jumped into the passenger's seat next to her. Mirielle gave him a questioning look. John just shrugged and motioned for her to get going. Mirielle pulled out and raced to the scene of the crime. Grabbing on to the handle above the door, John muttered a small prayer.
"Scared, brother?" Mirielle teased.
"Hell yeah. Who taught you how to drive?" John shouted at her.
Mirielle smiled brightly and remarked, "Mom."
John grumbled as he held on to dear life. Looking out the window, he noticed something strange on one of the roofs. Two men watching the Yardies arriving at Downing Street.
"Mirielle, go back! I think I found our culprits." John yelled.
"Where?"
"Back there."
"Hang on! We are going for a visit."
Michael and Aidan watched the swarming Yardies a few rooftops away. They chuckled to themselves as they watch the detectives try to piece together the puzzle of who did this. Michael lowered the binoculars and wondered if they should have left their calling card. He turned to his brother to ask about that when he spotted a stray cruiser that was heading towards them.
"About time one of them saw us." Aidan smirked as he saw them as well.
"I'm surprised. I was thinking the Chief Inspector was losing her touch at picking observant candidates. Which way do you want?" Michael asked in a slightly amused voice.
"The low road, since I got the plans." Aidan reasoned.
"So I get the high road. Are we racing to Perros then?" Michael sighed.
"Of course."
The two brothers waited as the cruiser came down for a landing. Just as the door opened, they began to run. Michael leaped to the next roof top while Aidan jumped over the edge of the roof. Mirielle cursed as she exited the vehicle. John stepped out as well. He pulled out a copy of their father's cane and jumped over the edge of the roof. Mirielle groaned. Mom was going to kill her if John got hurt.
After a few minutes of debating, she chased after the other suspect. She had to admire how effortlessly he moved and jumped from roof to roof. Mirielle picked up her speed knowing that there was a gap in the roof coming up that was too large for anyone to safely jump.
Michael skidded to a halt when he reached the last roof's edge. There was no way he could jump that. He turned around to come face to face with a beautiful young female Yardie. Her long sandy blonde hair flew about her face, providing a beautiful curtain to her violet eyes. Michael had a hard time remembering how to breathe.
"Freeze." Mirielle shouted at the masked man in front of her as she drew her ionser, "Don't move. New Scotland Yard."
"A pity," Michael answered as he pulled out a cane and revealed it to be a sword, "I was hoping you weren't real."
"What do you expect to do with that?" Mirielle wondered incredibly, "I'll shoot you before you can stab me with that."
"Wanna bet?" Michael laughed, "Take your shot, Inspector."
"You asked for it." Mirielle shrugged as she fired.
Michael swung the sword. The blast hit the blade of the sword and went barreling back towards Mirielle. The blast knocked Mirielle off her feet and on to her butt. When she opened her eyes, she found herself restrained and staring into a pair of deep green eyes. She barely felt the man grabbed her hand and kiss it through the mask that covered his lips.
"It was a pleasure to meet you, Inspector Holmes. I hope our paths cross again." Michael told her before disappearing over the edge of the roof.
Mirielle just sat there, tied up and in a daze. What the Zed just happened? He deflected the shot easily? How did he do that? How the hell did he do that?! Mirielle wasn't sure what she was supposed to feel about this.
She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she didn't even noticed that John had landed the cruiser by her until he was in front of her, waving his hands in her face. Mirielle suddenly felt her face begin to heat up. John sat down in front of him. A few minutes passed in silence.
"The other one got away from me." John reported, "I only lost him. He didn't get the jump on me."
"Shut up, baby brother."
"Hey I'm dumb enough to let a criminal use my weapon against me." John remarked.
"No, but at least I didn't eat a Christmas tree ornament thinking it was a real cookie." Mirielle shot back as she tried to cancel out the restraining bars.
"I was five." John defended, "Besides it smelled just like a real gingerbread man. How was I to know it was a fake?"
"Maybe by asking Mom?" Mirielle replied sweetly as the restraining bars disappeared, "Yes!"
"So what now?" John asked as he stood up.
"We go see Mom and Dad. That guy had a light French accent. Let's see if they have any ideas."
John and Mirielle trudged up the steps of 221B. Their feet hit each of the seventeen steps with growing disappointment. Mirielle more grim because of the fact she had been bested and John because he had lost his man. Finally, they reached the door but they didn't even have to turn the knob for their father was standing there smirking,
"Hello children, why so down?" he teased as they slowly walked into the room. Mirielle plopped on a chair and John paced up and down the room.
"Spill it," Beth said as she sat down next to her daughter. "You can't hide anything from us."
Mirielle let out a loud sigh and began, "Well, I was meeting John at the coffee shop this morning when I get a call on my communicator for 10 Downing Street. John hops in the car," she shot a look at her brother, "and we go off. All the other Yardies rush to the scene where as John and I spot two guys on a roof. We landed the hovercar and go after 'em, he took one and I took the other. So, I finally get him cornered and I'm ready to just bring him in when he pulls out a sword, a sword for God's sake! So I fire a shot and he reflects it back at me. What is up with that?" she asked as the story ended.
"The only person who I know that could do that is the Phantom," said Beth as she looked to Sherlock. John immediately stopped pacing and looked at his sister whose frown disappeared for a moment as they began to laugh.
"Come to think of it, it does sound like something the Phantom would do," he nodded slowly, stroking his chin with his hand. "But it is rather odd that he should show up in New London."
"Oh and where is this Phantom usually?" John managed to say after calming down from his hearty laugh.
"Paris," Beth and Sherlock stated at the same time. Smiling to one another they watched their children's eyes widen and get a mischievous twinkle as though they were thinking the same thing. Mirielle perked up and John walked towards the door.
Getting up Mirielle smirked, "I guess we're off the Paris."
Mirielle and John rushed out of their parent's home and over to their own flats on Montague Street. They both lived in the same building but different numbers; however saw each other sparingly during the day.
Meanwhile at 221B Sherlock and Beth pondered over a few things. "I wonder if Erika is in New London," said Lestrade as she sipped her tea.
"No, it couldn't be," said Holmes, "She wouldn't be the one doing the robbing. Besides, she would have told you. To build on that fact Mirielle and John wouldn't have each needed to chase one of them if it were only Erika. I am going to say it was either Moriarty himself or their children."
Beth looked at her husband and sighed, "Well, you haven't been wrong in twenty years so I am going to suppose you aren't wrong now," she smirked as she made her way to the kitchen.