Although hearing the sound of a phone going off in 221B wasn't unusual by any stretch of the imagination, it was odd that two of the flat's three phones should go off at the same time. Eve got to her phone first, while John ended up getting Sherlock's for him. Both messages were sent at the same time. Both messages were sent by the same person. Both messages read the exact same thing.
Come and play. Tower Hill. Jim Moriarty x.
Eve arched an eyebrow, finding the message oddly straight forward and non-affectionate. She turned around on the couch to look at Sherlock and held her phone up in confusion, and he nodded. Both the Holmes siblings slid their phones in to their pockets before heading downstairs, Watson following behind them. As soon as they arrived at Tower Hill, Eve stepped out of the car just in time to see Jim behind handcuffed and shoved in to a police car. She tensed a little when the locked eyes for the briefest of moments, before Sherlock's voice pulled her away "Evangeline" he said, nodding toward the direction of the Tower's security office. She tore her gaze away from the criminal and followed behind Sherlock, her hands shoved in her pockets. Quite frankly, she was amazed that Sherlock let her even stay to watch the security footage of Moriarty's attempt to steal the crown jewels – letting Eve be involved in Sherlock's detective work was not something her brother had often done. She supposed that these were different circumstances, though.
Since Sherlock had confronted Eve about Moriarty, she'd only begun seeing him more. Just the cliché, cheesy thing a little sister would do. Their 'relationship' had gotten a bit further to the point where Eve knew that Jim actually cared about her - beginning when an incident which involved one of Moriarty's snipers calling Eve some rather unpleasant names, which Jim had reacted worse to than Eve did. They'd begun to kiss more often, except that those predatory, possessive, rough ones had evolved in to soft, somewhat more caring ones. And Sherlock, being Sherlock, of course knew all of this. 'Deduction' he called. 'Spying' Eve called it. Needless to say, Sherlock had become protective over his little sister.
A few days later there was to be a trial for Moriarty's case, which Sherlock was asked to be a witness for. John of course went for 'support' as he called it, but Sherlock had insisted that Evangeline go as well. She went without question, knowing there had to be some long, winded reason for Sherlock's insistence, and she honestly just didn't want to hear it. After digging through her things to find something that was suitable for a court room, she piled in to a cab with Sherlock and John, listening with a small smile as John tried to get Sherlock to not be such a smartass to the judge once the trial started. She and John sat in the upper section of the court room, watching as Moriarty was brought out in his usual Westwood suit and handcuffs. "You're in love with him" John stated simply, his hands folded in his lap as he watched the criminal. Eve hesitated at that, dropping her gaze when Moriarty turned around slightly, his eyes immediately finding hers "Guess I am" she murmured, almost like it wasn't a realization until that moment.
The trial started and ended just as quickly, featuring Sherlock getting thrown in jail and later on the rather shocking verdict of 'not guilty'. "Not guilty. They found him not guilty. No defense and Moriarty's walked free" John said sharply as soon as he called Sherlock, his tone angry and upset mixed with concern for Sherlock. Eve walked along beside him, raising an eyebrow when John shoved the phone back in to his pocket "He hung up, didn't he?" she asked knowingly. John nodded "I wasn't telling him anything he didn't know already, anyways" the doctor grumbled. "You'll get used to him. Probably. Hell, you're probably more used to him than I am" Eve chuckled, pulling her black coat more tightly around her. John smiled at her, but Eve could still tell John was concerned about Sherlock.
When the pair returned to the flat, Sherlock was standing in the main room, his attention completely focused on an apple, with a knife stabbed in to it, the letters 'I O U' carved in to its skin. John and Evangeline silently exchanged knowing glances, which were broken when Sherlock whipped around to stare at them, the apple dropped on to a nearby table which was currently holding two tea cups. He looked as though he were about to speak, because he assumed that the two would want an explanation, but he quickly pushed past them and sat himself at his microscope.
It wasn't until the next day, after John had gone out to the bank, that things had begun to get interesting. Sitting on the couch, Eve idly strummed chords on her guitar in an attempt to thread together a song which, so far, hadn't produced much of anything other than dissonance. Luckily, it didn't seem to be bothering Sherlock, who had completely engrossed himself in random experiments which held no apparent meaning. There was the sound of a door opening downstairs, and Eve assumed it was John, until she saw Lestrade appear in the door way, along with Sergeant Donovan. Evangeline put her guitar down, running a hand nervously through her hair as she and Lestrade exchanged an incredibly awkward set of greetings. "Sherlock" Eve called when her brother seemed completely unresponsive to the Insperctor's entrance. After he ignored her call as well, she simply threw a ball of paper that had once been staff paper at him, which he swiftly dodged. However, the action did cause him to begrudgingly leave his 'laboratory'.
"And how can be of assistance to you, Detective Inspector?" Sherlock asked in the most condescending manner possible. "We've got an urgent case" Lestrade said, handing Sherlock a file folder. A quiet vibration rang through the air, and Eve simply just ignored the message after glancing down at the sender. "That your boyfriend?" Donovan asked with a dry smile, crossing her arms "You know, the psychopathic murderer that every police department for miles wants dead?" she added sharply. "Sally…" Lestrade began, trying to relax her, but Eve cut her off "At least I don't need to be sleeping around with certain members of the forensics department" Eve said with a thin smirk when Donovan gave Sherlock a glare that could kill. The consulting detective merely smiled, before turning his attention to the folder. It was a case involving the abduction of the American ambassador's children. Halfway through the conversation, John came in, about to say something, but cut off by the case. As Sherlock finished up whatever quick research needed doing on John's laptop, he headed for the door, noticeably aggravated when Donovan commented on him being 'The Reichenbach Hero'. Sherlock, however, silently moved down the stairs, John quick on his heels, with the Inspector and Sergeant behind him "Isn't it nice to be working with a celebrity?" Lestrade muttered.
Eve was used to being left back at the flat, but she honestly didn't mind getting to spend some time to herself. She picked up her guitar again, and giving up on trying to write her own song, sang some she knew the chords to. She was part way through Here Comes The Sun, when her phone buzzed again. Deciding that it was safe to finally answer without Sherlock, John, or Donovan there, she read through the message.
You've got a lovely voice, dear. –JM
Eve's eyes widened a little, putting her guitar down. She stood up quickly, looking around the room, out the window and down the stairs. Eve jumped a little when her phone went off, her paranoia obviously increasing.
I've always got my eye on you, Evie. -JM