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Chapter six

The Daughter of the Sociopathic Detective

The girls joined their new friends (and yes, after spending a couple of days with the lads, they were considered friends, not just fans) at their usual table at eight in the morning. When the Holmes girl saw her Irish boys that morning, she deduced right away that there was something slightly different about them.

Raye tried not to be obvious at observing them; but she noticed that they had sat next to each other. They looked to be quite comfortable with each other, even more than they had been. They seemed relaxed like something had been lifted from both of their shoulders.

As it turned out, each of the girls got to do something with their favorite guys off the ship. But then Raye noticed that Sharon had placed an extra guard or two without it being two obvious, with each team. Her suspicions grew when both Donovan and Anderson were not with her, but were with her friends instead.

They had been asked by Sherlock to accompany her while she enjoyed her excursions. Donovan and Anderson were also being quiet and they seemed a little tense. So something was very wrong. What was going on? She wished she could deduce everything like her Father, but her young brain couldn't take everything in, like her Father's. It was infuriating.

There was about twenty minutes before their excursions began, and she knew she wouldn't be able to enjoy them with Em and Colm, whom she was paired up, without thinking first. So she got up and excused herself from the table, ignoring the different looks her friends gave her.

"What is with her? Is she okay?" Ryan asked, concerned for the Holmes' girl.

"Oh don't worry about her. Her mind isn't like her Father's, so she can't organize it the way she needs too," Jen answered, as if it was an everyday thing and it probably was at their school.

Emmet glanced at his boyfriend for his permission to go after the girl. Colm nodded with a smile and the brunette also stood up and hurried after Raye. Of course, their little exchange didn't go unnoticed by Jen and Allison.

"Is that why Raye left, because she'll be the third wheel?" Allison mouthed to Jen. Jen just shrugged.

"Maybe, but haven't you realized how tightened the security's gotten? I mean, Donovan is with me and Anderson's been paired up with you and Keith. And unless Colm and Emmet have extra security, then that means they would be wide open for an attack."

Comet

Emmet was able to catch Raye just before she disappeared into the girl's public restroom. The ravenette felt her wrist get grabbed and was about to tell the person off, but seeing it was only Emmet, she relaxed. She decided to lean against the wall near the restrooms. The brunette used his hand to lean against the wall, next to her head, making sure that Raye wasn't going anywhere; not that she wanted too, if she had Emmet's undivided attention.

"So what's going on? Are you used to being able to figure out things on your own, with that genius brain of yours?" Emmet asked. Raye ducked her head, blushing a little.

"Yeah, my friends know to leave me alone, if I suddenly need to shut myself from the rest of the world and retreat into my mind palace, if I need to think." Raye giggled at Emmet's obvious confusion. "It's a Holmes' trait only. Only my Father and Mycroft have it. Too smart for your own good, so they say. Of course, my brain is not full adult yet."

"So what you're saying is that you have the brain cells higher than…" Raye waved that comment aside.

"Yeah I know, Mycroft wanted me homeschooled instead, but I prefer the life of an ordinary teen, well, as ordinary as I can get, with having Sherlock and John as my fathers."

"So why did you want to retreat to your mind palace?" Emmet asked, changing the subject a little. Raye frowned.

"Have you noticed the extra security this morning? Donovan and Anderson were supposed to keep an eye on me, but Donovan is with Ryan and Jen, and Anderson is with Ally and Keith. And another thing, not that I'm complaining, but how did the three of us girls get to be paired up with their favorite guys?"

Emmet just shrugged. "I can't say. We'll just to have to place our trust in Sharon and the others. And don't take this the wrong way, but I was kinda hoping to -."

Just then the brunette was bumped into his shoulder, hard enough, that he would've fallen to the ground if he hadn't been leaning against the wall. He stumbled a little, but Raye caught his wrist and steadied him. Emmet nodded his thanks. She glared at the stranger.

"Hey, watch where you're going, you jerk. You nearly knocked my friend over," she snapped. The dirty blonde stranger turned to look at the young couple.

"Don't, let it go Raye," Emmet whispered.

"Oh, hey. I know who you are. You're that cute brunette in that Irish group, what was it, Celtic Thunder? I saw that show, and I must say that you have a lovely voice."

Emmet recoiled a little when the stranger called him cute. But he decided to be a little polite; he was Irish after all and a famous singer, at that.

"Um, thanks, I guess."

"I bet you don't get compliments like that every day," the stranger continued with a smile, "I'm Jake, by the way."

"Well, not by perverts like you," Raye said, clearly, making sure she was heard.

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. Don't you think you can do better…Emmet, was it? May I call you Emmy? Such a lovely name. Anyway, flirting with a teen?" Jake asked in an almost bored tone. Emmet glared at him. As much as he enjoyed hanging out with Raye, he knew that Raye wouldn't ask him out, she respected him too much. Plus, he was now dating Colm.

"I'm not flirting with her. She happens to be a good friend of mine. Now if you'll excuse us, I believe my fellow singers are waiting."

Raye could feel the young Celtic Thunder singer shaking a little, but from fear, anxiety, or anger…she wasn't sure. She smiled, already knowing who the hell Jake was…and maybe she should've kept her mouth shut, but she couldn't stop herself. Plus, she caught him sneaking a lustful glance at the young singer.

She also thought he looked familiar, but she must be mistaken; after all, the stranger had dirty blonde hair and an American Southern accent, while the person she was thinking of had short dark hair, a British accent with an annoying sing-song voice, according to Sherlock.

"Jake Smith, age 29, single, gay, lives in Florida, no relatives in that part, lives by himself in a very nice apartment, if you could afford to be on a cruise and goes clubbing. Hoping to meet some gay singles, right?" she smirked. "You may look like one of the CT singers, but I'm sorry, you're not my friend's type."

Jake glared at the girl. "Who the hell are you supposed to be? Some kind of a freak?"

Raye didn't bat an eye. She smirked. Good, as long as he kept his focus on her; his attention would be away from Emmet. She's seen the way he's been looking at the young singer, and she didn't like it. She wasn't sure if Emmet was aware of the lust-filled looks Jake was giving him, but it was making her uncomfortable. She didn't need Em to tell her that he finally got to confess his feelings for Colm last night; which meant that Emmet belonged to Colm and no one else.

"Well I'm not your average sixteen year-old, that's for sure," she sneered, mimicking her Father's voice. Jake narrowed his eyes.

"You sound like you're from London. Have you ever heard of that Detective?" She narrowed her eyes in a thoughtful manner. What was he trying to do? Confuse her?

"You'll have to be more specific than that Smithy; there are a lot of detectives in London. That's what the policemen are called," she said, daring him on. Emmet placed a hand on Raye's shoulder. He shook his head in a warning.

"Raye, don't." He turned to Jake. "I don't mean to be rude, but we should really get going. Our group is probably wondering what the heck we're taking so long."

Out of nowhere, Jake snatched up Emmet's wrist, grabbing it with a tight enough grip to keep the brunette from so much as another inch from his current spot. Emmet gasped.

"Let go."

"Go ahead and cry for help," Jake smirked, as he roughly grabbed Emmet's chin and forced him to look at him. "I like it when they cry out. And you know; your little detective is right. I am looking for some single gays to fuck for one-night stands. But you're so cute, like a little virgin that I may just decide to keep you," he whispered, sadistically, his breath blowing into the singer's ear, making Emmet shivered uncomfortably.

"Hey, Emmet's not yours to keep, you piece of shit!" Raye shouted angrily.

"Oh and how do you like it when I take you right in front of the little detective, hmm? I bet you'd like that, no?"

Emmet froze when Jake snuck one of his hands down and groped his ass, suggestively. Raye gave the blonde a disgusted glance. Jake gave her a sadistic grin that was directed towards Emmet. Raye shuddered.

She suddenly saw that consulting criminal who was obsessed with her Father within that single sadistic smirk. This meant that Emmet was in danger and was in no match to fight against him. She had to get help. This man was too strong for her to handle on her own. Plus, if anyone could take him down, it was Ryan.

Before Emmet could do anything and without much force, Jake forced the brunette to turn around, pinning his chest to the wall. Emmet had closed his eyes upon contact with the wall, but when he opened his eyes again, Raye was nowhere to be found; probably rushed to get the boys, hopefully just Colm, but that was unlikely.

With one hand, the older blonde he grabbed both of the singer's hands and placed them above his head and pinned them tightly against the wall. His other hand went to the waistline of Emmet's jeans. He gasped when Jake started unbutton his jeans and he weakly struggled against his trapped wrists.

"No…please, not here," Emmet begged. "Ow! Let go, you're hurting me!" he cried out suddenly, when Jake tightened his grip on his wrists, hard enough to bruise.

"Shut up, you little slut…I don't care what you want. I'll take what I want, and that happens to be you," he threatened, as he gave Emmet's ass another rough squeeze. Emmet recoiled.

Suddenly, Jake was knocked over by a force that came out of nowhere. Emmet sunk to his knees, still facing the wall, and trembling from Jake's actions. He began to hyperventilate. He had no idea how far that would've gotten. And he wasn't ready.

Ryan growled angrily at Jake, who was pinned underneath. Jake was about the same size as Ryan, but it didn't matter. This boy was about the same physical type as Emmet, but he was stronger, then he looked and no one was allowed to touch Emmet like that.

"You touch him again, and I swear you will regret it," he threatened in a low voice. Ryan got off him, but not before handing Jake over Donovan and Anderson, who had just hurried over.

By the time the rest of the gang hurried into the hallway, Colm had already gotten Emmet off the floor and was holding him in a protective embrace, with Emmet burying his face against his neck, still trembling slightly. Ryan glanced over and sighed. He figured out that they were bound to end up together, if their actions from the last few days were anything to go by. The Dark Destroyer wouldn't admit out loud, but Colm and Emmet looked good together, and Ryan promised to himself that the younger boys were going to have a smooth relationship, if he could help it. He realized it right then and there that Colm was a good addition to their group.

Before anyone had a chance to say something, Colm interrupted them. "No one is allowed to touch Emmet without his consent or without my permission," he said with clarity. No one moved. George, Neil and Keith were a bit shocked at Colm's behavior and his possessiveness over Emmet.

"Can we just get out from the middle of the hallway? Breakfast is over, and people are going to wonder what's going on. I don't think Emmet's ready to face a large crowd," Raye suggested.

"Yeah good idea, besides I think we could use an explanation," Jen suggested, taking her friend's side, though she could only guess that Colm and Emmet had confessed to each other last night, if Colm's behavior was anything to go by.

Raye leaned over to Donovan and Anderson, who were still holding the slightly flushed captive. "I'm assuming you know what to do with this filth? If you get questioned, just tell them that Sherlock Holmes's daughter sent you a greeting and that you're here to put this person in the brink for sexually assaulting one of the younger Celtic Thunder singers in the middle of the hallway," she smirked, as Jake's face flushed redder with anger at having been caught and insulted.

"So you are the daughter of that Freak Detective. I knew there was something wrong with you. So what, you used your freak-of-a-father's influence in order to get close to the boys, so that way you can get into Cahill's pants is that it?" Jake sneered.

Jen and Allison gasped in shock. Colm's eyes widened in anger and disbelief, not at Raye, because he knew her, but at Jake. He unconsciously tightened his hold on Emmet. Ryan gave him a death glare. Apparently he didn't punch him hard enough. Donovan and Anderson tightened their grip on him. And they shared a knowing smirk. This man was in for it now; there was no way he was getting away with that remark. The other lads didn't dare breathe. They were waiting for the Holmes' daughter's reaction.

She spotted the slight bruising that was forming around both of Emmet's wrists. She grew beyond pissed. The bruises hadn't been there a few minutes ago. That man had the galls to not only grope Emmet inappropriately in public, but he managed to hurt the young Celtic Thunder singer as well. No one hurts Emmet and got away with it.

Raye, straightened to her full height, calmly walked up to Jake and punched him between the eyes. She grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and made him stare into her icy blue eyes. "That was for actually hurting Emmet, you son-of-a-bitch. You don't know who you are dealing with. I can commit murder right here and now, and no one will have the heart to report me. I am a sociopath, just like my Father. No one messes with my friends physically or emotionally, and that includes the Celtic Thunder gang and no one ever calls Sherlock Holmes a freak without paying the price. 100% guaranteed. So, if I were you, I'd watch your step from now on."