Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock Holmes or Dr. Watson. I only own Lauren Moran and Wilson.

It was 1894, seven years since she had performed that stunt on the two. The copies of their case files and Watson's journals were being kept in a bank vault with instructions not to open it until 2008, the supposed time of her arrival. Lauren was 15 years old and was still in the Irregulars. She was the leader of the group now. The only Baker Street Irregular that was in the old group before Holmes's disappearance was Wilson. He was the only one who knew that she was female besides Holmes and Watson. It was an accident that day.

Flashback

Lauren was bathing in the water closet. Enter Wilson. Wilson thought no one was there and had entered to find Lauren's wet locks around her face. He immediately guessed her sexuality.

You're a girl? , he had said. Lauren shushed at him to keep quiet. She got out of the shower and dressed.

So what if I am? Lauren replied, glaring at him.

But you can do climbing and jumping and all of those things. It's not ladylike, he hissed at her.

I prefer being independent and a tomboy then relying on MCP, she had answered.

MCP?, he asked, looking puzzled.

My term for Male Chauvinist Pig, she told him, Now, will you tell on me or not.

Wilson thought for a while and shook his head.

End of Flashback

Lauren glanced from her spot on the street. She had sworn to remember Holmes by begging on the same street that the detective lived. When she saw the carriage, her heart had leapt out. Holmes had returned! She saw him go into the flat and heard the landlady's gasps. Nearby, she spotted the sentry and the colonel. Great great grandfather! Her heart had screamed in delight. She quickly remembered 'The Empty House' and made a decision. She would go to Camden house tonight.

That night, Lauren broke into the house and hid behind a chest of drawers. Moments later, she heard Holmes and Watson's footsteps. She silently waited and the moment had finally arrived. She heard her ancestor's footsteps and knew that he was going for the kill. She crept quietly after him, not making a single noise. She went into the room and saw him shoot the bust. She saw the two men attack her ancestor. Then, she saw something she didn't expect to see.

Holmes and Watson are losing! She saw her ancestor about to beat the brains out of Holmes. Then, she could hold out no longer. "Great great grandfather!" She screamed, thrusting her arms around the astonished colonel.

Colonel Moran's Point of View

'Great great grand father', what is the boy saying? I only have one son. I thought as I glanced at the boy who claimed to be my descendant. The boy flashed a candle in front of me and I saw that same nose of my wife and my own eyes staring at me. There was no doubt about his ancestry. Suddenly, a sharp agonizing pain ran through my entire body. The boy had kicked me hard. Then I was pummeled down by the doctor. You cunning, cunning fiend! I muttered to the detective. He had the audacity to laugh, but was cut short by the boy. "I trust that you recollect me, Mr. Holmes. I am the same boy who stole Dr. Watson's purse and the same boy who burgled your house and stole all your case files and the journals. It was also I who had made a fool of you and had a picture to prove it!" He held up a photograph. It was a picture containing Holmes, the doctor and my descendant. In it, Holmes was utterly amazed, the doctor stupefied and my descendant laughing mercilessly at them.

At least the Moran clan had avenged itself through this boy. He certainly has the wits to match my late friend! I thought as I was captured by two burly constables. A rat face like man was talking to Holmes and the doctor. "Hey, aren't you the inspector whom I slipped the cow dung onto your seat? And aren't you two the ones whom I gave a wedgie, with the help of my good friend? I sure had a fun time with you three!" the boy said again. That boy has some iron nerve! The thought ran through my mind. The inspector's face had turned bright red and the two constables shook their fists at him. Taking my chance, I swooped down through the window. The boy however had caught up with me and caught me by the shoulder. "You would be an escaped convict, two times great grandfather. If you escaped, I would be blamed for it, and you would always be on the run. Isn't it better to save us a lot of trouble?" the boy asked me. By that time, the detective had caught up with me. The inspector was very angry now. "You should be placed in prison for your insults to the whole police force, lad" he screamed at him. The youth looked at him for a few minutes and then said, "Do you want to reconsider your words? I am…" the youth took off his cap and two ponytails fell down," a girl!"

At the sight of her, the inspector turned pale. The constables were also too shocked to speak. My great great grand daughter had once again made a fool of Scotland Yard. She grinned at them, jammed the cap onto her hair and ran off.

Days later, at my trial, one of the country's top lawyers represented me. I have no doubt that my great great grand daughter had something to do with it. My death sentence was changed to life sentence in jail with occasional visits from her. After the trial, the inspector was furious. "I will get the girl if it is the last thing I do." He swore to Holmes and the doctor. "I think I will have the last laugh, Inspector!" a voice from behind spoke, and the next thing they knew, they were covered in the slimiest fish I had ever saw. I looked up and saw an empty barrel. The girl had done it again. Holmes and the doctor were mad and the inspector called for a warrant. "Lauren Jane Moran, master sharpshooter and trickster at your service!" The voice rang out, and the next thing they heard was the sharp sound of a bell. To their amazement, they were surrounded by the dirtiest rascals I have ever seen. They ended up dirty and smelly and in need of a bath. Lauren, I am proud to call you a descendant of mine. I thought proudly as I saw the young girl ran off, shrieking in delight.

Alice: Yahoo! You did it! But you did not necessarily had to make a fool of the entire police force.

Colonel Moran: I do admit she is pretty cunning.

Alice: Gah! How did you get here.

Colonel Moran: Someone by the name of Jennifer Wilson invited me here. You look familiar. Are you Dr. Watson's descendant? (Alice gulps and nods)

Colonel Moran: Is Moriarty is around here as well?

Alice: No, but his descendant Tessa is.

Colonel Moran: Really. I would like to see her ( Goes off in search off Tessa )

Alice: Jennifer Wilson!