NOTE: New chapter! Finally yeah! During writing I realized that the story moved in an entirely different direction than I planned, so all the stuff I´ve written ahead is mostly useless now, well I´ll keep going. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 26:

Colliding forces

The door swung open in its angels and slammed against the wall. Gemma flinched hard and immediately jumped into action, lunging forward the same time as Sherlock for the gun a few feet away from them on the floor. Their heads collided hard. None of them reached the Glock in this attempt.

"Well, well, well. Seems like I´m late for the party!" The familiar voice of a woman let Gemma´s head snap up Sherlock mirrored her movement holding his forehead where it had hit with Gemma´s. "Quite a miracle honestly seeing you two professionals…" The woman in the doorway gave them an amused look.

Sherlock recognized the accent as Irish and he averted his gaze to the shocked face of the other Irish woman kneeling next to him. There were obvious family resemblances between the two but Sherlock had never heard of any siblings but on the other hand what did he really know about her? At least Mycroft did never speak of any siblings again on the other hand what did Mycroft really tell him?

Gemma stumbled to her feet: "What the HELL are you doing HERE?"

"What am I doing here?" The other woman put her hands on her hips. "If you would look at your phone once in a while Miss I-am-always-so-busy, you would know that your little lap-dog sent me."

Sherlock got up slowly turning towards Gemma: "Do you care to explain what´s going on?"

"Why would he send you?" Gemma inquired ignoring Sherlock completely.

"Maybe because you ran off alone without so much as a word, because you have been on drugs the past few weeks, again! So many reasons why he might have thought you were in over your head. Well but as always you´ve been lucky at least you look like shit! Mom will be so disappointed!"

"Obviously you have been misled since she is as you can see not alone."

"Ah right, the ominous detective, ya well excuse me but you don´t look so well either." She turned towards Gemma. "That´s him, huh?"

"Shut up! Don´t you-" But the taller woman cut her of mid-sentence: "Dare say another word or I will carve your tongue out – bla bla bla. Wow is anyone ever scared of you? I always wonder because you´re sooo tiny!" For a moment Sherlock thought Gemma would jump the other woman, clearly her sister, by now he was sure.

"Did you know my dear sister never ever cared for another person? You must be really special and possibly completely crazy. She is pretty and smart I give you that but well…you know her, so changeable and before you know it you´re dead. But ya you have already been there, right?" The woman walked through the room passed the table stepped over the body until she reached the cupboards of the kitchen. She started to search them until she found a bottle of tequila and some moderately clean glasses. Her long red hair whipped up and down in a tight ponytail while she moved around until she settled down at the table pouring herself a glass. "Well on the other hand I really don´t appreciate that you hurt my baby-sister." She leaned back in her black body armor changing her gun for the glass and downed the tequila in one gulp. Her eyes were as dark as Gemma´s and she regarded Sherlock with a cold stare. Finally Gemma snapped out of it and stepped forward grabbing the bottle to pour the other glass and downed it before she spoke again.

"Yasmine." Her voice was low and carried a threat to which her sister reacted by raising an eyebrow. "Fine…" Yasmine sighed dramatically and her sister turned back to Sherlock.

"Sherlock as you might have realized by now this is my sis-"

"Sister yes I didn´t suffer any brain-damage. Your older sister, military training, CIA I guess just like you but not as – brilliant."

"Hey! I´m sitting right here you asshole!"

Gemma rolled her eyes but Sherlock only shrugged. "What?"

"Oh I see why you like him. How hard is it to find a person just as horrible as you are?" Yasmine asked sarcastically. "Why is he even alive? I thought he jumped off of a building or did he trick you?" By now Gemma was livid. "Oh! Hahahaha!" Her body rocked with her laughter. "He did trick you! Wow incredible! You must be so proud curly-locks!"

"Yasmine please, just leave I´m not in need of your assistance." She pinched the bridge of her nose exhaling.

"Are you sure of that sister? Because there are a bunch of men after your sweet little ass right now and I can assure you, you do need my help to get out of this country. And by the way what´s with sleepy head?" Gemma sat down pouring a new glass.

"I need him. He most definitely has some information about who´s after my organization; can you get me the intel?"

"Oh yeah a little torture thingy of course!"

Sherlock stepped in again: "Who is after you?"

"Someone I don´t know, not yet. I´ve been a bit pre-occupied these last few weeks."

"You mean you´ve been high." Yasmine said while placing knives from her belt on the table.

"Shut up! I need to think."

"Oh this might take some time you might wanne have a glass as well you look like shit, curly-locks. Besides you´re a bleeding." She pointed one of the knives she just examined at Sherlock´s bleeding side. "I could patch you up, you know."

Sherlock gazed down to his blood-stained shirt with the adrenaline leaving his system the pain came back just like the exhaustion. He might not have a choice though he would prefer not to let Gemma´s obnoxious sister patch him up.

"It´s fine let her do it she´s actually quite good."

Sherlock sat down on the table and Yasmine handed him a glass with tequila. "Drink that. I don´t carry around anesthetics." Sherlock glanced at the glass and reluctantly took it from her hand. The liquor burned its way down his gullet. Gemma busied herself cuffing the still unconscious Servillas whiles her sister retrieved a small medkit from the back she brought with her.

Swiftly she kneeled down next to his side pulling the fabric of the shirt away and while she started to examine the wound she spoke to him in a low voice so Gemma couldn´t hear her on the other side of the room:

"You are the infamous Sherlock Holmes… You´ve caused my dear sister quite some troubles. I have never witnessed my sister getting emotional over anything, angry? Sure, but risking her own business over some flirt?" She paused putting a thread through the needle. "The way she has acted all reckless like that… You must have left quite an impression and honestly I don´t think that´s a good thing. I always feared the day she would be confronted with an emotion that strong because of the outcome. You two are colliding forces that can obviously not co-exist there is only one result. You will destruct each other. So please take this as a friendly advice: stay away, because if you hurt her again there will be no stone to hide under for you. Not even your dear brother will be able to safe you. Yeah, I know your horrible brother." She added as she saw Sherlock´s raised eyebrow when she mentioned the older Holmes. She continued with an even lower voice, the threat she was proposing laced every word: "I will find you and what I will do to you…well let´s just say there are things worse than dying." She didn´t avert her gaze from the wound which she´d almost finished to stitch with slow proficient movements. Sherlock stared at her for a moment not really bothered by her threat but completely taken over by a new conclusion that surfaced and a self-satisfied smile formed on his lips. He mirrored her low voice to prevent Gemma from hearing.

"Your sister once told me the first time she´d killed someone, she did it for someone else, someone she cared about because he had hurt this person. All those years I couldn´t figure out why this particular boy had to die, it was an unsolved case for almost twenty years. When she´d told me this I thought that she´d lied to mask her true motives but now I come to the conclusion that she did indeed speak the truth. She killed Carl Powers because he hurt you." Yasmine´s pupils widened by the mentioning of the name and the needle in her hand slipped a bit too deep into Sherlock´s flesh causing him to grit his teeth in discomfort.

"What happened after she´d killed him for you? Did you ask her to do it? No, no you certainly did not she thought it was her job to protect you. How old was she when she did it? About fourteen? Is that why you stay away from her? Because you can´t stand to look her in the eyes?"

"Stop it!" She whispered visibly distressed now.

"Because you know that you´re a trained assassin but she´s much more than that? She´d killed long before you ever had to or even thought about it. Without remorse or second thoughts; a calculated murder. You do in fact fear her. You think she´s a psychopath and that´s the difference between us. I never feared her. She once told me we´re alike and she was – no she is right. And be sure there are a lot of things worse than dying." He leaned closer to whisper into her ear: "Don´t ever threaten me again."

Yasmine fixed him with the same expression of defiance Sherlock knew well from Gemma; the way her jaw tightened and slightly pushed forward with her eyes narrowed. Without averting her gaze she pushed the needle into his flesh. "We´re done here!" With that she got to her feet.

"Great. I´m done tying this bastard up. Your turn, dear sister. I hope there is a shower in this dump." Gemma stepped away from Servillas who was now tied to a chair slowly regaining consciousness. Gemma strode past Sherlock who put a patch on his wound towards the other room, the bedroom of the small house. Inside to the left was a smaller room that was indeed a bathroom. Yasmine ran after her and handed her the bag she brought. "I was advised to bring you fresh clothes, Sebastian said you would be unbearable if I were to forget." Gemma shut the door with force. "Yasmine! Do not mention his name in front of Sherlock, there are things he is doesn't need to know!" She turned and started to undress. "Wow Gen! Your relationship is based on trust, huh?"

"We do not have any kind of relationship!" Gemma stalked past her sister into the shower. The spray of water was ice cold but it helped to stay awake and alert. The blood rinsed down her skin together with the sweat and the still present feeling of fear and vanished in the sink.

"Ya sure Gen… That´s why you came here risking your life in the worst possible situation with your reputation and your whole organization on the line because you don´t care for him."

Yasmine´s words hit her hard. It was no use denying it to her but it was no use admitting it either.

"A notion of sentiment for old days sake probably. It´s over now so nothing to worry about and no reason to put threats out there, sister. I do have very good hearing, you know?"

"Don´t bullshit me Genna! The way you look at him? It´s not over and I doubt it ever will be." She mumbled the last bit, her sister didn´t need to hear that.

"It´s Gemma! It´s not that hard to remember the name I use now."

"Well, there were so many…Anna, M, James even…"

Gemma didn´t reply. Quickly she dried her shivering form and grabbed the clothes Yasmine handed her from the bag. Yasmine watched her sister dress noting the new scars she hasn´t seen yet. Hastily she looked away when she realized her sister caught her staring. "I´m sorry, you know that – that happened to you." She murmured turning towards the door again. "I´ll get you your information don´t want to watch you go down."

Sherlock watched Yasmine and Gemma emerge from the bedroom; their resemblance was even stronger now: both were wearing black pants and a black tank top, with the different shades of red hair and dark eyes. "Take a shower, curly-locks while Genny and I coax some information out of this idiot! There are some clothes in the cupboard."

"Genny mmh?" Sherlock walked past them to take the offered shower with an amused smile.

When he´d shut the door behind him Yasmine turned to Gemma with a mischievous smirk: "Or you could always join him in the shower… I don´t mind."

Gemma didn´t acknowledge her suggestion with an answer.