A/N: Decided to turn it into a real story! This should be interesting. Ugh, this means I have to do actual description.
Sherlock didn't move, not because he couldn't, he was thinking. He smiled as he thought of her reaction to him figuring out who she was. Simple deductions of course, he had suspected throughout the entire conversation but then she made a mistake. She put her hand on the table. On her hand was a ring with a large 'M' on it. That just confirmed the suspicions.
Daughter? No, too old for a daughter, sister then. Yes, a sister. She was clever, she made sure he didn't get a good look at her, clever girl. Her voice sounded young though, he guessed mid to late 20's. Why though, why try to help him, more or less. What's her motive, if anything she'd be trying to destroy him. What if she was? The Moriarty's have a tendency to act differently on the first meeting, make a fleeting impression. Of course her impression certainly wasn't fleeting.
Sherlock stood, he moved towards the door. He looked back at the building upon exciting, the same building he had talked with the cabby, her and Jim certainly were related. He made his way home, and found John in the flat when he arrived, on his computer, writing that infernal blog no doubt.
"Sherlock, where were you?" asked John.
"Hm, what?" asked Sherlock still lost in his own world of thoughts.
"You, where'd you go" asked John again.
"Oh, just to meet someone" said Sherlock, still really not paying attention.
"Who?" asked John, Sherlock didn't respond just paced anxiously.
"Sherlock!" John stood up and stopped Sherlock's pacing. "Who did you meet"
"Oh no one important" said Sherlock, John looked at him waiting for the answer "Moriarty's sister is all"
"What!" exclaimed John "His sister? He has a sister?"
"Apparently because I was just talking with her" Sherlock rolled his eyes at his flat mate.
"What did you talk about?" asked John.
"He's going to die Sherlock"
"Nothing really, just wanted to chat" he said
"To chat? You're arch enemy 's sister called you round to chat?" asked John in disbelief.
"People don't have arch enemies, in the real world John" Sherlock knew it wasn't the time but he couldn't resist, John gave him a look of derision.
"What did she say?" asked John
"If you don't leave, he will die and it will be your fault"
"Nothing John, it really doesn't matter" said Sherlock
"It does so matter!" John said raising his voice.
The banter was interrupted thankfully by the door buzzer. Mrs. Hudson let the person at the door in who ran straight past Mrs. Hudson and up the stairs to where the pair of boys were.
Both Sherlock and John looked at the girl in confusion. She wore designer jeans, designer shirt, designer shoes and purse. But the clothes were not treated with care, only Sherlock really noticed the clothes but they both noticed her uncanny resemblance to.
"Moriarty" whispered Sherlock.
"I have underestimated my brother I thought you had time, you don't. You don't have time to leave him you'll have to both come with me" she said.
"Leave me, what is she talking about Sherlock?" asked John
"You didn't tell him did you?" she half smiled at the bond between the two. "It doesn't matter now Dr. Watson-"
"John" he interrupted
"What?" she asked.
"Call me John" he said again.
"Oh, um, right, well John then" she took a moment to recompose herself. She does that often, Sherlock observed.
"Both of you come with me now" she said, she spun around on her heels and turned to go out the door.
Sherlock and John looked at each other, John was mostly confused but also had a little bit of hurt on his face because Sherlock didn't tell him that he was supposed to leave him. Sherlock looked at John quickly but turned away and looked at Miss Moriarty, the only thing on his face was distrust.
Miss Moriarty turned around and saw this, she narrowed her eyes, and the impatience was evident.
"Oh I see you don't trust me. Fine" she took off her coat and slammed it on the chair next to her. "I am genuinely hurt, I come here offering you help that could very well get me killed not to mention uninvited to every family reunion and you don't trust me. Fine!" She sat down on the chair and crossed her arms.
"Temper, Miss Moriarty, rage is unattractive" Sherlock said, she turned her face away from him haughtily.
"He's coming Sherlock. Do you really want to be responsible for Dr. Wats- I mean John's death?" her voice was low so only Sherlock could hear "You have 2 minutes until he gets here, make your decision"
"John, we're leaving" said Sherlock flatly.
"What?" he asked
"Didn't you hear me? We're leaving, get your stuff" said Sherlock
"You don't need anything, we have clothes and such for you where we're going" said Miss Moriarty.
"How did you know our sizes?" asked John.
"That's, um, not my area" she said, realizing she was losing herself she quickly came back "Kind of like Sherlock and women"
"We don't have all day boys" she said and exited the flat.
Sherlock walked towards the door but realized John wasn't following.
"Aren't you coming?" asked Sherlock.
"Really we're just going to go off with some girl we've known barely 5 minutes?" asked John.
"Look John, I know you aren't used to spending time with clever girls but you need to listen to her now" said Sherlock.
"You think she's clever?" asked John
"I know she's clever, I know her brother" said Sherlock
"Come on boys!" she called from downstairs.
"Oh this'll be fun" said John
A/N: How's this? It's written real story style! Even here you can tell I much prefer dialogue! Well tell me how you like it, I made nice and long(er) for you guys!
