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I do however own Cleopatra Holmes as she is my own creation
Chapter 9
Sherlock and John raced through London to Butler's Wharf on the Thames. Upon arriving Sherlock quickly led John and Lestrade into the correct warehouse, putting away the handgun he had nicked from one of the policemen at the crime scene. They frantically searched for any sign for Cleopatra and her abductor but it seemed the building was deserted.
"I don't understand where is he? Where is Moriarty?" said Lestrade getting out his radio and requesting more back up to surround the warehouse in case someone tried to escape.
"This isn't like him Sherlock, we would have met at least some resistance by now" John said as he walked up to Sherlock. He noted that is Sherlock had been a cats, at this moment all his fur would have been sticking up in fear.
Suddenly there came this loud low laugh that echoed around the room, the source could not be seen. But there was no doubt who it was.
"Show yourself Moriarty!" Sherlock belled rapidly spinning on the spot. Memorising every entrance and exit.
"Well here I am!" exclaimed James Moriarty appearing from the mezzanine floor.
"Long time no threaten Sherlock. You are looking particularly well for a dead man"he complimented
"As are you" retorted Sherlock
"Why don't you come up here and I'll show you what this has all been about"
"I'd rather not go anywhere with you, no offence"
"Oh but I insist upon it. In fact I demand it otherwise some of you may loose your heads"
It was then Sherlock noted that the sniper rifle red dots had appeared and were pointing at John and Lestrade.
"Must we always do things at gun point"
" 'Fraid so Sherlock. I find it more fun"
Sherlock moved slowly up the stairs to the mezzanine floor and faced his arch nemesis.
"Follow me" drawled Moriarty as he turned into a darkened room. Sherlock took the chance to glance back down at John who mouthed "no" but Sherlock took no notice, intrigued he followed.
He found himself surrounded by turned off monitors. Moriarty switched each on at a time whilst asking "Do you like me surveillance room Sherlock? I find it very informative. To your left you'll find Buckingham Palace TV, to your right a 24/7 watch on your flat. I was very disappointed that you had not noticed Sherlock, you're slipping a bit and oooh what's this one? This looks verrrrrry interesting"
Sherlock joined him over by the far right corner and saw what Moriarty wanted him to see. Cleopatra facing off a man who's back was to the camera.
"How do you know?" Cleopatra asked, her body involuntarily shaking.
"Think about it Clepatra Holmes"
"You've been spying on me"
"Good but wrong" He chuckled taking a seat on one of the only high backed chairs.
"You have a grudge on me because ignored you in school"
"Wrong!" Shouted Harry "And you are the youngest sister of Sherlock Holmes. I'm disappointed in you Cleopatra"
"I guess it skipped a generation" she whimpered as Harry advanced on her. She gave a cry of surprise when he grabbed her throat. He leaned in closer to her and whispered "Shall I tell you how?"
She nodded vigorously which was painful as Harry's hold on her was strong.
"Harry isn't my full name you know. Does Sherrinford ring any bells?"
"Let go of her" Sherlock shouted from the other side of the room. He dragged Moriarty with him holding the gun to his head. Behind him came John and Lestrade.
"Don't try anything funny Mr Holmes, we have this place surrounded" said Lestrade.
"Mr Holmes? I don't understand!" Choked Cleopatra
"Do you really not get it you dull girl? Did mummy and daddy not tell you of their third born son? The one they disowned when I became too hard to handle! Which is a laugh when you have older brothers like Sherlock and Mycroft. Sherrinford Harry Holmes at your service." He let go of his sister's neck and held her arms behind her back to face Sherlock.
Cleopatra felt the cool, cold barrel of a gun press against her neck, tears leaked out of her eyes.
"That's right I went to live with your dear Aunty Mavis who looked after me until I was seventeen, then when I could stand it not longer I escaped and Moriarty showed me they out of the darkness of obscurity"
"He really is one of the best sniper shooters I have ever had" said Mortiarty who was very calm considering his position.
"I made a name for myself didn't I big brother? I even ruffled the feathers of Mycroft! He had to acknowledge my existence"
"Come with us, I'm sure we can reunited you with your parents, give you come counselling and you can live a normal life" pleaded John.
"Let Cleopatra go" demanded Sherlock
"How about, hmm let's think, no! There are too many Holmes siblings in the world!" Sherrinford Harry Holmes bellowed as he fired the gun into Cleopatra Holmes' throat. In a split second after he shot her he aimed at Sherlock but was put off as John fired back at him, hitting his shoulder. Sherlock threw Moriarty to the ground, and ran towards Cleopatra. Moriarty got up, dusted his suite and acknowledged Sherrinford's quick departure.
"I'll see you again Sherlock" he drawled slyly as he followed his star sniper.
"They won't get very far, not with all of those policemen surrounding the area" said Lestrade before he called for an ambulance over his phone.
"Yes they will, that's what Moriarty does" said John, his attention turned to Sherlock cradling his sister.
"I'm sorry" whispered Cleo
"So you should be" said Sherlock, his voice cracking a tiny bit.
"At least you finally gave me that hug I've been wanting since I woke up" she smiled weakly.
Sherlock sensed that his sister was leaving him so he turned his head to Lestrade "isn't that ambulance going to get here?"
"It'll be too late brother"
"Not for you it won't be"
"Listen to me, find Sherrinford, make him see sense. For me Sherlock, promise!"
" I promise"
"Thank you" She smiled as her life left her, he body stiffened and then went limp. She was gone.
Sherlock put her on the floor. Not a tear in his eye, and stood up to his full height.
He breathed in once and then walked off through the door. "Where are you going?" Shouted John
"I'm going to find Sherriford!" Sherlock yelled back.
The End