"I didn't know Sherlock's brother had so much power." I stated. The man stared at me clearly horrified by his straight ruged position, his face however stayed straight as he aloud me to continue. "I mean British Government." I guessed correctly as his posture straightened even more. "Sherlock must be so proud." It was a low blow but I had to distract him some how, I knew he and Sherlock were not close I could tell by the way he acted when I mentioned Sherlock, guilt and sorrow filled the mans eyes he couldn't stop that happening. I needed the time to plan my next move. But I was rudely interupted.
"My brother and I are not close but I suspect you already knew that, Cara. You are truly exstrodanery almost as good as Sherlock and I was at your age. You need to work on not attacking my men though. However I will overlook you recent violent behaviour as, fortunately for you, my brother brought us together and I need your help."
"Not interested" I said he opened his mouth but I interupted him this time "No figure will make me spy on Sherlock, he's helping me. And double crossing Sherlock Holmes is never a smart move Mr..."
""Mycroft. Mycroft Holmes."
"Right. Well then if that's over and done with I'll be off." I jumped into the back seet of the car. And asked the driver to take me home.
Mycroft stood dumbfounded. He'd never met anyone like him and Sherlock, and yet she was so young. However she was not completely ethier, a mix of all three, smart like Sherlock, stuborn like Mycroft and yet kind like John. Questions buzzed around his head and yet he couldn't answer them, this must be what it's like for John he thought. Who was Cara? Why was she hanging around with Sherlock? Why did she need his help?
As I returned home I realised that I had faced so much in just one day. My life had been completely turned upside down. And tomorrow I would have to face school again and my step parents and Sherlock Holmes and maybe even his stuck up older brother Mycroft. Shit. I was screwed. I barely survived today, and yet tomorrow, tomorrow will bring questions and theorys and answers I'm not ready to receive.
My phone pinged. The text read 'everything will be alright'.
When I woke up my mind started racing, I couldn't stop it it had been two days since the nightmare began. I still didnt know who sent me the text, Sherlock, John, Mycroft or someone else I was yet to meet. I needed to calm down but my parents had confiscated anything and everything sharp. They wouldn't even let me use the butter knife for God sake. Thats it I had to get our of here. I got dressed and wrote a note and was about to drop it off when I found my foster parents in the kitchen waiting for me. Shit. "Cara as you know your not going to school today. You have a week off to spend with your psychiatrist and get things back to as normal as possible. So I suggest you see him today since you spent the last two days doing nothing." Dexter said bluntly. I don't think they understood that things were never normal to begin with and the were never going back to the way things were.
"Ok" I said not wanting to cause any arguments "I'll get the bus to baker street."
"Not a chance young lady." Dexter argued. "Your getting a lift from me and i will meet with your phsychiatris to check your progress you spent almost 5 hours over there the first time talking." If only he new we spent obout 10 seconds in 221b before running out to solve a murder case.
The drive over to meet Sherlock was taken in stoney silance. I was never close to Dexter or Nora for that matter, and I didn't care. They weren't my parents, and they never would be. When we arrived at 221b I knocked three times with the horseshoe knocker straightening it onice I had finished. This time however John answered smiling at me and then looking up surprised. "Nice to meet you sir." John said hand out to shake as normal. Dexter took it almost smiling.
"Dexter." He replied shaking Johns hand in a firm grip. John didn't offer his name. Dexter looked down at me frowning "Well then Cara don't be rude. Introduce me to your phsychiatris."