Sure as hell, Greg Lestrade had to be there. He was very fond of little Darlence “Who was not so little anymore”. And Dace also respected the inspector, though nothing of the sort can be said about Sherlock. But she had the same mindset as her brother –Creatures inferior to you mentally were not worth much attention.
‘Dace!’
‘Hi, Inspector.’ She said
‘Why aren’t you in school?’
‘Oh! I’m suspended for a month. I’m quite a criminal you see. I better get out of here before your men arrest me. Who’s murdered by the way?’
‘One Ulrich Caruthers.’
‘Can I see the body?’
‘I don’t know…….will it be appropriate?
‘Appropriate?’
‘Yes…you being quite young…….the body is quite distorted.’
‘Inspector Lestrade, stop being godfather for a while. You know I don’t mewl or puke easily.’
‘Okay, okay! Calm down, I don’t want to be in the bad books of a Holmes.’
‘And by far, I’m the most dangerous.’
She looked at the body closely. Why on Earth was that man still holding a cigar between his right hand little finger and thumb? Once you are limp, such a position tends to loosen, unless it was stuck to the fingers for some reason.
‘He apparently only smoked cigarettes but this is a cigar.’ Remarked Lestrade
And his skull was really badly crushed -that’s why Lestrade……..never mind.
From one side of his head, blood rushed freely. Odd that! Unless of course it is a recently inflicted blow. ‘Darlence, focus!’ she scolded herself, ‘Use the knowledge Sherlock gave you!’ She gingerly tried to move the cigar holding hand and the cigar still stuck fast. She noticed the lips –slight decolourisation and deformation on the left side- that was so wrong, a right handed man puts a cigarette towards his right and a left handed man; his left. So the man was a righty, and yet he had the cigar in his left hand. Shoes? No clues there. Knees? He was not a suspect, damn it! Wait a bit……..cigar. CIGAR! In the wrong hand, stuck fast- for one and only one reason!’
‘Back off! Back off!’ She shouted wildly. ‘There is a bomb here. In this cigar is a tool which sets off the bomb minutes after it is touched. That’s why it was a cigar and not a cigarette! The bomb is about to go off. Away all of you!’
They backed off seeing the wild boyish figure wave them away. ‘Good grief!’ one of them exclaimed. Someone suddenly rushed in, caught Darlence across the waist and took off with her. He landed her down, and sure enough –the thankfully evacuated place was destroyed to bits.
‘What a wild thing you can be!’ exclaimed Sherlock.
‘I’m a philanthropist, not a sociopath.’
‘You could have got yourself killed!’
‘Someone wanted to kill YOU.’ Said Dace as she looked at the charred area thoughtfully, ‘You and only you. The skull crush thing was recent, and not the reason of death. They knew you would come to investigate. And he set the timing accurately. That bomb was meant to kill you. Ulrich Caruthers was just a bait. And some real genius planned all this. And I believe I know who.’
The siblings connected their hazel eyes anxiously as Dace passed her tongue over her lips to soothen her frayed nerves. Then both spoke together, ‘Moriarty!’
‘You stay with Mycroft for the week.’ Said Sherlock firmly, ‘I’m not having Moriarty lay his hands on you.’
‘Be assured, he won’t.’
‘Or he just might.’
‘I can take care of myself in that case.’
‘Over confidence was always one of your traits.’
‘Or a trait of all the Holmeses.’
‘Come on Mycroft is fun, and more fun than me.’
‘That might be true but he can’t really glare properly.’
‘He’ll have more time for you.’
‘I don’t want anyone to have time for me.’
‘Look here, Moriarty is not a man to fall foul of.’
‘He might not even know I’m here.’
‘Dace –I .’
‘And I am going nowhere if I don’t want to.’
‘SHUT UP! You are doing as I say; whether you like it or not.’
Dace shut up promptly. They reached home and she got some of her stuff in her bag, glaring at Sherlock for all she was worth. He put her in a cab and bade her farewell. She mentally stuck out her tongue at him. What a no-fun! Now. Mycroft will keep her under his nose all the time. She was always in a little awe of her eldest brother –having lived with Sherlock practically all her life since the instability in her parental home, and having met Mycroft only once in a while. And her detention! He’ll be furious if he heard of it.
She was broken out of her thoughts by a sharp turn. ‘Hey! That isn’t the way!’ she snapped.
The driver whipped his head around and grinned at her. She froze in her tracks…………
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The Holmes brood- A Sherlock's sister fanfic
Фанфик(ALERT: IRREGULAR UPDATES) Join the adventures and misadventures of fourteen year old Darlence Holmes as she gets in and out of trouble (and when I say trouble -I mean real trouble), as she gets rescued by her brothers and rescues them back, as they...
