Chapter 13: Murderer's Pedigree~
Sherlock smiled, and John felt a shiver pass through him, a soldier's instinct, that this was about to take a turn for the worse.
"Do enlighten me..."Sherlock said ,sarcastically.
Jim was smiling like a kid in a candy shoppe. "My parent's were the ones that were training Trenton and I to be serial killers..."
Sherlock's brows flickered, "Trenton being the twin I met on the roof?"
"The one that blew his brains out for me? Yep, that's my dearest, identical twin Trenton..who Mummy and Daddy always hated because he was absolute rubbish at murder. He didn't want to do it, HATED to do it. Wanted to die, about as long as he lived. Finally, so Mummy and Daddy wouldn't abuse him any more, I arranged for them to allow him to be my "voice box". There was actually only one time, before today, obviously, seeing as the Chirp is dead, that we met in person, and that was in the pool house. Every other time was Trenton, pretending to be me, and becoming a very good imposter, seeing as Dad would give him relatively the same beatings he used to give you if he didn't get "me" right..."
Sherlock nodded, "Ah, this is beggining to make much more sense. "You" were always making the most subtle changes to your appearance, I knew there was something,..not quite the same about "Pool House Jim".
Jim grunted softly ,in aggreement,and Mary laid a hand on John's shoulder, sensing he was about to snap and shoot the consulting criminal before he could be drug back to justice...Mum and Dad Moriarty in tow this time.
"So, why the Holmes brothers, Jim?" Sherlock asked at length.
Jim smiled,eyes squinting, "Ah, that's where it gets fun. See, really Mum and Dad were kinda the black sheep of MI6. Everybody thought they were too reckless to be trusted. They got kicked off the "Queen's Murder Investigation" ,oh, forever ago, actually by your real father, Nigel Holmes, and by the lady agent that was his assistant, and was his second wife ,when Chaya was offed, Sherrinford's foster Mummy, Lucia...The one who was always feeding you lies about a brother named Billy ,that died in a fire?"
John had snapped, and would have shot him for speaking to Mary then ,had Sherlock not stepped even closer, ever protective of his own twin.
"So,it was revenge?"
"Well done, Sherlock, I actually think you're getting a little bit better at that thing you do; guess your brain is finally drying out a bit from all those drugs. Well, they're really good agents, yeah? So they were put on the witness protection program list thingy ,and they also helped train young agents...But the one they really spoiled, gave whatever they wanted, was Special Agent Richard Brook, aka, me!"
Sherlock let a puff, and Mycroft looked like he could faint, realizing that MI6 was more than compromised. The consulting criminal was one of their own.
"Initially, I was like a spy, I mean they'd never let a kid do the nasty stuff, right, Sherry, you didn't get to do all that till daddy left you with the big girls, after step- mummy was killed in all of yours last mission, huh? But yeah, Sherlock, you were right, they wanted revenge for being kicked off the Queen's Murder Investigation. So, after I begged them for a really good murder, and since you were the one that solved my first murder with that swimmer brat that laughed at me- they let me help with operation, "Off Chaya Holmes, Make Nigel Pay". They arranged for you to be there when they did it, so I could..."
Suddenly Jim's eyes were flashing like oil when one has dropped a match into it,"So, I could BURN you, baby! Burn the beating heart right out of you! And don't you remember who hooked you up to the slide machine thing( I invented that , by the way) .You don't remember that I'm the one that gave you that little shower ,do you? And if Mycroft hadn't found you, I would have come back for rounds 2,3,4, oh however long it took, till I held the ashes of your heart in my hand..."
John was having to be held back by Greg ,and Mary,and Sally now.
Sherlock nodded, "So, let's see if I get the whole thing straight... You failed all those long years ago, and so, to cover for you, Mum and Dad practically beg to take the Holmes urchins under their wing, right? They subject us to their life- long abuses, biding their time ,till you can perfect your murder. Then, I tear down your whole network, and you have to go incognito ,and Trenton blasts his brains out, while you continue waiting,and watching for the right time to finish me off?Did I get anything wrong?"
Jim shrugged, "So, I admit, I'm like Dr. Frankenstein, and you're my monster, and I let you get a little out of control...But, yeah, pretty much, I've come to finish you. Except, I've actually grown a little fond of you, durst I say. SO..." his eyes got even brighter now, on the verge of demonic.
"So, this time instead of just killing you, I'm gonna give you some options, and we're gonna make a deal..."
"Did you forget that we have agents of the British government here to prevent such?"Mycroft asked.
Jim opened his coat, to reveal an explosive vest, like the one that John had been forced to wear that once. Everybody, with the exception of Sherlock, took a step back.
Jim cracked his neck, "Oh really...it's just...so obvious! This ...problem, has always been mine, and Sherlock's! Mother, let the boys work it out themselves, honestly!"
Sherlock nodded, " I'm listening..."
John realized then that he was begging God-again- that Sherlock would live...