**I do not own Sherlock! I only own Liza and Sarafina Holmes!**

Chapter 9

Sometime later, Uncle Sherlock and I are sitting on the back of an ambulance as a paramedic examines me for the thousandth time. I look at the paramedic.

"Im fine." She looks up at me and gives me an incredulous look, gets up, and walks away. Then another paramedic comes up from behind Uncle Sherlock and drapes an orange blanket over his shoulders. I see Lestrade coming towards us and I giggle as Uncle Sherlock gestures towards the blanket.

"Why have I got this blanket? They keep putting this blanket on me."

"Yeah, its for shock."

"Im not in shock."

"Yeah, but some of the guys wanna take photographs." Lestrade grins as Uncle Sherlock rolls his eyes. "How are you doing, Liza?" Lestrade asks me.

"Fine. Just a little pissed off…" I say as I glare at Uncle Sherlock. Lestrade laughs.

"Yep. Shes good." Uncle Sherlock changes the subject.

"So, the shooter. No sign?"

"Cleared off before we got 'ere. But a guy like that would have enemies, I suppose. One of them could have been following him but…" He shrugs. "…got nothing to go on." Uncle Sherlock looks pointedly at him.

"Oh, I wouldn't say that." Lestrade rolls his eyes.

"Okay, gimme." Uncle Sherlock stands up and begins.

"The bullet they just dug out of the walls from a hand gun. Kill shot over that distance from that kind of a weapon – that's a crack shot you're looking for, but not just a marksman; a fighter. His hands couldn't have shaken at all, so clearly hes acclimatized to violence. He didn't fire until I was in immediate danger, though, so strong moral principle. You're looking for a man probably with a history of military service…" As hes talking, hes looking around and stops as he sees John standing behind the police tape. "…and nerves of steel…" I get up, throw my blanket into the back of the ambulance, and run over to him.

"John!" He looks at me and opens his arms and gives me a hug.

"Hey, you." I hug him back. "You alright? Gotta be a lot to take in, huh?" I look at him.

"I know it was you." I whisper. He pulls away a little as I smirk at him.

"You saw me?"

"No. I just knew it was you. Who else could have made a shot like that?" He chuckles.

"No one! And don't forget it." I laugh and hug him again. Uncle Sherlock walks towards us. I can still hear part of Uncle Sherlock and Lestrades conversation.

"Where're you going?"

"I just need to talk about the-the rent."

"But ive still got questions for you and Liza." Uncle Sherlock turns back to Lestrade in irritation.

"Oh, what now? Im in shock! Look, ive got a blanket!" He brandishes the blanket at Lestrade.

"Sherlock!"

"And I just caught you a serial killer… more or less." Lestrade looks at Uncle Sherlock for a moment.

"Okay. We'll bring you two in tomorrow. Off you go." Uncle Sherlock walks away and Lestrade smiles. Uncle Sherlock takes the blanket off of his shoulders, balls it up, and tosses it into an open police car. He ducks under the tape and walks towards us. John lets me go and I watch as Uncle Sherlock and John reunite.

"Um, Sergeant Donovan's just been explaining everything, the two pills. Been a dreadful business, hasn't it? Dreadful." Uncle Sherlock looks at him for a moment.

"Good shot." He says quietly. John tries to look innocent.

"Yes. Yes, must have been, through that window."

"Well, you'd know." John gazes up at him. "Need to get the powder burns out of your fingers. I don't suppose you'd serve time for this, but lets avoid the court case." John clears his throat and looks around nervously. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, of course im alright."

"Well, you have just shot a man."

"Yes, I…" He starts. Uncle Sherlock looks at him closely. "That's true, innit?" John smiles and Uncle Sherlock continues to stare longingly at him watch him closely. "But he wasn't a very nice man." Uncle Sherlock nods in agreement.

"No. No, he wasn't really, was he?"

"And frankly a bloody awful cabbie." Uncle Sherlock chuckles and I smile. Uncle Sherlock turns and leads us away as he speaks.

"That's true. He was a bad cabbie. Should have seen the route he took us to get here!" John and I giggle and Uncle Sherlock smiles.

"Stop! Stop, we cant giggle, it's a crime scene! Stop it!"

"You're the one who shot him. Don't blame me."

"Keep your voice down!" John scolds as we walk past Donovan. "Sorry – its just, um, nerves, I think." John says to Donovan and Uncle Sherlock apologizes. John clears his throat as we walk away. "You were gonna take that damned pill, weren't you?" Uncle Sherlock turns to him.

"Course I wasn't. Biding my time. Knew you'd turn up." I snort.

"No you didn't. Its how you get your kicks, isn't it? You risk your life to prove you're clever."

"Exactly!" I cut in.

"Why would I do that?"

"Because you're an idiot." John says. Uncle Sherlock smiles. After a moment, his smile fades.

"Dinner?"

"Starving."

"Yeah, me too. I was especially hungry when he was pointing a gun at my head." I sarcastically comment.

"You pointed a gun at her head?!" John asks Uncle Sherlock.

"No, the cabbie. But, kinda the same thing I guess." I cut in.

"I told you, I knew it was fake."

"Yeah, but I didn't!"

"For Gods sake…" Uncle Sherlock starts.

"Sherlock, drop it." John scolds. We both sigh. A moment passes and we start walking again.

"End of Baker Street, theres a good Chinese stays open 'till two. You can always tell a good Chinese by examining the bottom third of the door handle." As Uncle Sherlock was speaking, a car pulls up a few yards ahead of us. 'The man' gets out and John stares.

"Sherlock. That's him. That's the man I was talking to you about." Uncle Sherlock looks at 'the man'.

"I know exactly who that is." He walks closer to 'the man' and stops and looks at him angrily.

"So, another case cracked. How very public spirited… though that's never really your motivation, is it?" 'The man' says pleasantly to Uncle Sherlock.

"What are you doing here?"

"As ever, im concerned about Liza. And of course you." As he says my name, John steps in front of me protectively. I roll my eyes.

"Yes, ive been hearing about your 'concern'."

"Always so aggressive. Did it ever occur to you that you and I belong on the same side?"

"Oddly enough, no!"

"We have more in common than you like to believe. This petty feud between us is simply childish. People will suffer… and you know how it always upset Mummy." John frowns.

"I upset her? Me? It wasn't me that upset her, Mycroft."

"No, no, wait. Mummy? Who's mummy?"

"Mother – our mother. This is my brother, Mycroft." John stares in amazement. 'The man', my uncle Mycroft, looks at me.

"How are you fairing, Liza? Get my message?" I roll my eyes.

"Yes. Very clever by the way…" I say sarcastically. He looks at Uncle Sherlock.

"She always was more like you."

"Putting on weight again?" Uncle Sherlock changes the subject.

"Losing it, in fact."

"Hes your brother?!" I roll my eyes and do a face-palm.

"Of course hes my brother."

"So he's not…"

"Not what?" Uncle Sherlock and Uncle Mycroft look at John expectantly as John shrugs in embarrassment.

"I dunno – criminal mastermind." He grimaces and Uncle Sherlock looks at Uncle Mycroft disparagingly.

"Close enough."

"For goodness sake. I occupy a minor position in the British government."

"He is the British government, when hes not too busy being the British Secret Service or the CIA on a freelance basis." Uncle Mycroft sighs. "Good evening, Mycroft. Try not to start a war before I get home. You know what it does for the traffic." Uncle Sherlock says and walks away. John starts to follow but turns back to Uncle Mycroft who's watching Uncle Sherlock as he walks away.

"So when-when you say you're concerned about him, you actually are concerned." John asks.

"Yes, of course."

"I mean, it actually is a childish feud?"

"He's always been so resentful. You can imagine the Christmas dinners."

"Yeah… no. God, no!" John says.

"You don't want to know…" I say and cringe.

"I-I'd better, um…" John turns back to 'Anthea' whos standing nearby still on her stupid phone. "Hello again." She looks up and smiles.

"Hello."

"Yes, we-we met earlier on this evening." She stares at him like shes never seen him before.

"Oh!"

"Okay, goodnight." He glances at Uncle Mycroft, then turns and follows Uncle Sherlock.

"Good night, Doctor Watson." Uncle Mycroft says. He turns to me. "Good night, Liza."

"Uh huh." I say and walk away. I catch up to Uncle Sherlock and John.

"So: dim sum."

"Mmm! I can always predict the fortune cookies."

"No you cant."

"Once. You did it once." I cut in.

"Well, almost can. You did get shot, though."

"Sorry?"

"In Afghanistan. There was an actual wound."

"Oh, yeah. Shoulder."

"Shoulder! I thought so."

"No you didn't."

"The left one."

"Lucky guess."

"I never guess." John laughs.

"Yes you do." Uncle Sherlock smiles. John looks over at him. "What are you so happy about?"

"Moriarty."

"Whats Moriarty?"

"Ive absolutely no idea." Uncle Sherlock says cheerfully.

"See. You don't know everything." I say to Uncle Sherlock. He just smiles and claps a hand onto my shoulder.

"I do know that I have the capability to send you to live with Uncle Mycroft at any given time." He leans down and whispers into my ear. I laugh nervously and look up at Uncle Sherlock.

"I love you, Uncle Sherlock." I say sweetly. John and Uncle Sherlock laugh and we keep walking towards the restaurant.