Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter twenty-one
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
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Present day
Mrs. Green was not in the room by herself. Another woman that he deduced was most likely a relative, and several staff members surrounded her. Sherlock leaned against the wall observing while going over data and information in his mind. Donovan was finishing the questioning.
"Shouldn't you people be out there looking for my daughter? The only thing you've found is your own incompetence." Ms. Green was obviously losing patience.
She was dressed in a slick suit with a white shirt underneath. Her long brown hair was swept up and pinned in place. Her brown eyes had a fire in them. It reminded Sherlock of the pictures of Katie on the fireplace.
Several pictures were scattered around the room with varying scenes in the background. Sherlock glanced around her sitting room and observed the furnishings; they were conservative. She had not shed a tear, stiff upper lip kind then. However, the under eye makeup did not completely hide the fact that she had lost much sleep in the last forty-eight hours.
Sherlock read the text from Molly and smiled. "Excellent," he whispered while smirking. Molly always came through; she was always faithful. In some ways, Molly was very much like John.
He frowned slightly unsure why Molly has been in his thoughts so much lately.
He would remember to make some small sentimental comment about how he appreciated her. Maybe even get her a small gift for her upcoming birthday. He thought it was pure rubbish but knew she would not.
That's what normal people do is it not?
His thoughts returned to the case. He knew what he had to do. Something in the back of his mind told him that John would be displeased. He pushed it away. Results are what mattered his logical mind reminded him.
Sherlock discreetly asked Lestrade to clear the room. The room was cleared except for Lestrade, John, Sherlock, and Mrs. Green.
"Don't interfere," he whispered to Lestrade and John. He walked up to Mrs. Green.
Who is this?" Mrs. Green asked.
"Hello," Sherlock said smiling while he extended his hand, "Sherlock Holmes."
"Holmes… Holmes…" realization came to her. Worry, and fear flashed in her eyes but was quickly replaced with a business like mask. "The Mr. Holmes I presume." She was curious about the slight bruising on his face and split lip but said nothing out of politeness.
Sherlock said nothing but gave a slight nod.
He walked over to a picture of Katie with her uncle.
They were both at the beach with bathing suits on. Katie's face and her uncle's were much too close to the camera lens, with her hand playfully in front of her uncle's face. Her face was captured in a fit of hysterical giggles. His face was captured looking at her laughing. The picture seemed odd, out of place. The rest of the photos had various family members in tradition poises looking quite stoic and proper.
He picked it up, "May I?" Sherlock asked with a small smile on his face
"Of course," she responded her eyebrow now frowning slightly.
He walked close to her and stared at the picture. "Her uncle?" It was not really a question.
He lowered the picture close enough for them both to see. "She's beautiful. That looked like a happy day."
"It was," Mrs. Green responded. Her serious mood lightening slightly, her walls lowering a little.
"Who took the picture?''Sherlock asked still smiling.
"I did. Her uncle Edward, that is his name, has always been close to her, good with her. They have similar personalities; they are both open and wear their hearts on their sleeves," she responded.
Edward and your husband James Green; Adopted brothers." Again, it was not a question but a statement.
"Yes," Mrs. Green answered, "I sorry how did you know…"
"And now, where is her father?" Sherlock interrupted all smile aside, his business like face on.
"He's away quite a lot. He's currently on a business trip, a merger. James knew I could handle this situation, I always do." Mrs. Green said matching his business like tone. Her smile disappearing as well.
She stood and crossed her arms. He noticed she was shaking slightly.
No, I mean Mr. Edward Green, the younger; Katie's father."