Sherlock's POV
"Apparently he was BORED!" I yelled, spitting out the last word.
I immediately regretted what I said, as she froze, fear evident on her face. But she wasn't looking at me, she was looking past me.
She was remembering something…
I realised why she'd frozen, God, I was such an idiot! She had been imprisoned and tortured by people because they were bored!
I unintentionally brought back terrible memories! She wasn't responding to anything me and John were doing.
Me and my stupid mouth.
I realized soon she wouldn't be able to stand, so I picked her up, bridal style. This seemed to be a frequent thing now. I put her down carefully on the sofa.
"Well, you've gone and done it now!" John said, throwing his hands up into the air in frustration.
I felt terrible.
I'd met my sister only yesterday, and I had already yelled at her and brought back memories so terrible that she's become unresponsive.
It took a couple of hours before, she snapped out of it. "What happened? We were in the hall- oh.
It happened again, didn't it?" She asked, sighing.
"Again? You mean you've become really unresponsive for hours at a time, before?!"John asked, worriedly. She nodded.
"Not for a while though." She replied sadly. "Anyway it's late, I should probably go to sleep," she said quietly. We said goodbye and started to leave, right before I left and after John did. She called my name.
"Yes?" I asked
"I'm sorry, I know you're just looking out for me. I'm just not used to having someone looking over me." She apologised.
"Thank you. But I'm the one who should be apologising! It's your choice who you date! Just, please be careful! We've only just found you, we don't want you to be gone again! Please?" I said, smiling.
"Fine!" She grinned
"Thank you." I headed towards the door
"Sherlock?" She asked quietly
"Yes?" I turned towards her
"I'll invite him round. But there are no promises that he'll say yes!" She said. I smiled at her. I thanked her again before leaving.
Ty's POV
I watched Sherlock leave.
I sighed. I'd message Jim in the morning. I looked at the clock. Shit… I guess it already was morning, seeing as it was ONE AM!
How long was I in that weird trance?!
I wiped off my makeup and changed into my night clothes. I fell on top of the duvet, not bothering to get under it.
I fell asleep instantly.
It was 1pm when I woke up, I hoped that Jim wasn't at work. I quickly texted him.
Morning!
-Ty
It seemed like he didn't have work today, as he answered almost instantly.
More like afternoon!
-Jim
Not my fault! Busy night! I had an argument with
Sherlock (Brother). It's all sorted now!
-Ty
Oh! I hope your okay! What was it about?
-Jim
Him and a guy called Jim are kind of at war,
and he thinks it's you! He seemed disappointed
in me. He got quite angry but he's apologised!
-Ty
Oh! Are you ok?!
-Jim
I'm fine, but he wants to meet you… Sorry.
-Ty
It's fine! Your worth it! Tonight? I'll be round at 7!
-Jim
I grinned at that message, he was so willing and nice! The Jim Sherlocks talking about, wouldn't just willingly agree to meet his enemy!
Thats great! I'll see you at 7! Bye! x
-Ty
Can't wait! See you soon! x
-Jim
Jim's POV
I was in the middle of a meeting, about a whole family that wanted to disappear, when my phone went off. I checked it quickly and saw that it was Ty.
"Sorry, but I have to go. We'll pick this up later?" I said to the family.
"B-but we could be killed by then!" The mother stuttered. I sighed, they were so boring.
"No buts. I have to go, I have to meet Ty's brother tonight!" I stated.
"I will not let me family get killed because some guy too interested in his little girlfriend!" The Father declared. Oh he shouldn't of done that… I looked at him, standing up straight. He flinched at look very scared. As he should be.
"Don't talk about her like that. Or you'll be needing protection from me. And we all know that doesn't exist." I snarled. "Understood?" He nodded shakily.
"Good! Now I shall be off! Have fun trying not to be killed!" I smiled leaving.
After a text conversation later, I smiled. Sherlock wanted to see me! Well, he's not quite too sure if it's me yet.
I just realized, how will this affect Ty and me?
And why did I care?
She really was going to be the end of me.
I shouldn't have agreed. Should have made up an excuse…
Because the second Sherlock sees me, all hell will break loose. He'll forbid Ty to ever see me, that is if she wanted to see me.
She most likely won't then…
Better sooner than later I suppose though…
Ty's POV
I got dressed and rushed up to Sherlock's and John's apartment. I knocked quickly on their door.
John opened the door, "Oh look! It lives!" He exclaimed, smiling. I rolled my eyes at him, smiling and followed him inside.
I ran up to Sherlock and said "I hope you're free at 7!", smiling smugly.
"I'm guessing that Jim is coming then." He said calmly, not looking at me.
"Yes. Yes he is." I said crossing my arms, I was annoyed at his lack of reaction.
"Mmhm. Good good." He then called out to John, "John! What do we have for dinner? We have a guest coming round." I glared slightly at him.
"Who's coming over?" John asked, looking up from his laptop. No doubt updating his blog that I had heard so much about.
"Jim." Sherlock answered tersely
"Moriarty?" John asked, looking up.
"We're not sure." Sherlock and I answered together.
"Well in that case, I'm gonna go shopping!" John said, getting up and grabbing his coat.
"Coming? He asked me. I nodded and went to get my signature brown jacket.
"I think I'll join you!" Sherlock exclaimed suddenly. Me and John just looked at him suspiciously.
"Ok… Well! Let's get going!" John said, smiling. Sherlock hailed a taxi and we headed on our way.
Once we arrived, Sherlock rushed off.
John sighed. "Go find out what he's up to. I'll get the food." He said.
I nodded and headed off in the direction that Sherlock had gone. I eventually found him talking to Lestrade, next to some police tape.
Of course.
The only reason Sherlock would willingly come shopping with us, is if there was something interesting happening nearby…
I walked up towards them.
"Did the flowers work?" I asked Lestrade. He turned around and his eyes widened when he saw me. I smiled.
"It's you!" He exclaimed. Sherlock sighed
"Yes yes! It's her! Lestrade meet my sister. Tyanna Holmes. Now can we ge-" Sherlock said before getting cut off.
"Sister?! You have a sister?! You've never mentioned her before!" Greg yelled out, shocked.
"Yes, well she was kidnapped when we were younger. But when you mentioned her, I set out to find out who she was. Turns out the mysterious girl who solved my case," He looked at me pointedly, "was my sister. Thanks I guess. Wouldn't have really found her without you."
He attempted a smile, in thanks. I tried to suppress my laughter at how weird he looked. Greg looked at me then Sherlock. He repeated this several times.
Sherlock soon grew bored of this.
"Now can we get back to this, please!" Sherlock gestured towards the scene behind the yellow police tape. I looked at the dead man on the floor and the end of the stairs of a house.
I ducked under the tape, and crouched next to him.
"She really is your sister…" I heard Greg murmur.
I ignored him and continued to observe the man.
"Not happily married by the state of his wedding band…" I said, almost to myself. I took the band off, it was shiny on the inside.
"He was having an affair. I'm guessing the wife found out and, not surprisingly, got mad. He got home, and she confronted him. She then at some point threw a vase at him, judging by the ceramic pieces in his hair and embedded in his skin."
But that wouldn't kill him… I stood up and looked carefully at the steep stairs. There were black marks on stairs and a few drops of blood.
"She told him to leave, he was at the door, head still bleeding from the vase. He stumbled out the door, she continued to hit him. One unfortunate hit and misplaced step and he fell down the stairs, hit head and therefore died."
I noticed his neck was slightly off.
"By broken neck I presume."
I straightened and turned around.
Greg was looking at me in disbelief (I was getting used to that look from him) and Sherlock looking at me proudly (that look, not so much). I noticed all the officers on this case were staring at me. I looked down slightly.
I didn't like people staring at me.
When I was imprisoned, if you were being stared at, something bad would happen to you.
I ducked back under the tape and headed towards Sherlock. "Is this going to be a habit of yours? Stealing my cases?" Sherlock asked, a ghost of a smile on his lips.
"You should have solved it faster! Anyway, you could've stopped me!" I said smiling smugly.
"Well, I like watching you work. Reminds me of a certain someone."
"But I'm not annoying and socially weird!" I said, still smiling.
"Are you certain?" I whacked him playfully on the arm. He elbowed me slightly in response. I grinned at him.
"Looks like the freak's got a little girlfriend." I heard a woman say. I felt Sherlock stiffen slightly. I whirled around to the voice and saw a woman and a man stand there.
"What'd he do? Follow you home? He really is a freak!" The woman said nastily. The man next to her smirked at her words.
I glared at them.
"Actually, I'm his sister and he is no freak! I don't see why you're being mean to him, just because he has a brain, while you clearly don't." I retorted. She seemed taken aback by this.
"Sister?! Why'd he never mention you then? Too ashamed, perhaps? Maybe you're a bigger freak than him?" The man questioned me, glaring.
"He never mentioned me, because I was kidnapped as a baby. I only escaped from my abusive kidnappers recently!" I yelled back, getting extremely pissed with them. Sherlock put a hand on my shoulder, calming me slightly.
"Also I suggest that you turn the affair you're having ,with each other, official as you two seem to be perfect for each other. As you are both brainless jerks! Now if you don't mind, I have a life to live! "
And with that I turned around and walked away.
I heard Greg yell at them "Anderson! Donovan! That was out of line!"
I saw Sherlock walk up beside me.
"Uh...Thanks. No one usually stands up for me." Sherlock said. I smiled up at him.
"No problem! What are sisters for? Plus they were idiots." I said, shrugging. Sherlock chuckled.
"Yes, yes they are." We continued walking and found an annoyed John.
"And where were you?" He asked Sherlock, pointing at him.
"Lestrade needed some help, but before I could do anything. My sister here solved it in less than five minutes." He said, glancing at me. I shrugged, smiling sheepishly. John chuckled slightly, his anger fading.
"Well shall we go? I assume you've got everything we need?" Sherlock asked.
"Yes, I hope your boyfriend likes pork!" John said, smiling. My own smile faded.
"I'm sure he'll love it!" I said, trying to be cheery. John and Sherlock looked at my attempt at cheeriness. They both looked at me with confusion.
"It's just tha-" I started.
"You're a vegetarian." Sherlock said , cutting me off, realisation in his eyes. John cursed and face-palmed.
"I didn't even think of that! I'm such an idiot!" He exclaimed.
"You didn't know! I should've mentioned!" I rushed, not wanting John to blame himself. "I have something different!"
"No, look lets just quickly go back in, get another meal and me and Sherlock can have these another day! We needed something for dinner tomorrow anyway." John said, smiling.
Another shopping trip later, we had everything we needed for dinner. It was five, so I decided to call Jim incase he wanted to back out. He picked it up on the second ring.
"Hello?"
"Jim!" I answered excitedly
"Ty! What's up?" He asked, slightly worried. I don't usually call.
"I was wondering if you're still up for tonight? I mean you don't have to! I completely underst-" I said quickly.
"Darling, Your rambling. It's fine. I'd love to meet your brother!"
"Okay, it's just…I don't know. I'm just nervous I guess."
"Don't be! Everything will be fine! What if, at six we meet up? You won't be as nervous then! And after we can walk to your place at 7?" He asked kindly. I smiled, he always knew how to help.
"Okay! I'll get ready and then we can meet at the coffee shop at 6?" I replied happily
"Great! Can't wait!"
"Me neither! See you soon!"
"Bye!" I ended the call and smiled to myself.
I quickly got myself ready and rushed up to John and Sherlock's apartment. I was just about to knock on the door when it opened.
"Your steps were fast coming up the stairs. Suggesting that you are in a rush. Judging by the fact that you're smiling and blushing slightly, I guessing that you and Jim are meeting up before the dinner." Sherlock stated more than asked.
"Yes, we're going out for coffee. Jim thought it would help me stop being so nervous." I said happily.
"Hm. Well okay. Have fun." He closed the door before I could answer.
"Rude." I muttered. I shrugged and headed towards the coffee shop.
Author's Notes; Another chapter up! Yay! It would great if you guys could review, it would totally make our day! Sorry this chapter's a bit shorter- hopefully the plot makes up for it though! See you next chapter! :D