The Holmes brood- A Sherlock's sister fanfic

UH-OH.........WHAT NOW?

She could not believe her eyes at first. Yes, that scared her out a bit –till something happened and she began laughing.

The driver surely was surprised,

‘What?’

‘It is –just-.’ She broke into laughter.

‘Do I have soot on my face or something?’

More laughter.

‘Shut up and explain yourself.’

‘It’s so painfully ironic, that’s it said Darlence, no trace of having laughed so hard on her, ‘Poor Sherlock thought he will get me out of sea water and put me on quick sand instead.’

‘What’s so funny about that?’

‘You are Sebastian Moran aren’t you?’

‘Yes, But how -?’

‘Never mind how I know; I have my ways. And….’ She continued, ‘You might have got me this far without any resistance -’

‘You struggle, and I shoot.’ Said the man grimly.

‘Do listen to me.’ She snapped, ‘You might have got me this far without any resistance. But you can expect some sound trouble afterwards.’

‘No thoughts spared for that.’ Said Sebastian, ‘None of the Holmes shall find you. And Moriarty has every way to hide his movements perfectly.’

‘You forget there are three Holmeses in this generation. And you forget that the third has a Samsung Galaxy S5 in her pocket. The only cliché is that its battery is dead. Now stop looking like a lion tailed macaque and drive on. I’m not armed or anything, Sherlock has not let me move about with guns as yet.’

After a while, Dace removed her fist from beside her cheek, ‘Boring.’ She said short temperedly, ‘Hey, Seb? Can I sit in the seat beside yours?’

‘What are you thinking of? Running? ’

‘Nothing of the sort, I assure you.’

‘If you are thinking of anything funny……..’

 ‘Shoot me. If I try running or anything funny, just shoot me, okay? Back seats are always boring.’

Sebastian stopped the car and pointed a revolver on her knee. She quietly came over to the front and closed the door. She put her hands in her jacket pocket and Sebastian quickly cocked his revolver at her again.

‘A bit jumpy, aren’t we?’ asked Dace with a smile of good grace as she brought out a pen drive. ‘Mind listening to some Linkin Park?’

Sebastian grunted in response and put his pistol back in his pocket

‘I’ll take that as a yes.’ She said and put the pen drive in the drive.

The rest of the journey was uneventful and long. But Darlence noticed that Sebastian was winding aimlessly in and out of roads. Obviously to put her in the wrong scent, but she was the sister of Sherlock Holmes it was difficult to outsmart her. So she observed only the real paths and omitted the rest. When they reached Darlence sighed in relief, ‘Thank God! It was boring.’

‘We barely drove for thirty minutes and you got bored twice!’ said Sebastian getting up and dragging the kid out unemotionally.

‘Oh I can walk perfectly, thank you.’ She said firmly shaking herself off.

Sebastian took out his pistol yet again and was met with a hopeless stare. Dace was led inside and she sat down beside three men with no nonsense written all over them.

‘I’ll take your car Jeoffery.’ Said Sebastian,  ‘Here are my car keys.  And do take care of that kiddo, she’s a handful if I believe what they say. And you, little trouble maker –don’t try to outsmart those three men. I’ll be back in exactly half an hour with Moriarty.’

Darlence scowled and the door slammed shut as Sebastian walked out.

She then grinned at the three men and got three different scowls in response.

Sebastian whistled a merry tune as he drove back with Moriarty at his side. Moriarty was quite pleased, but he was not. Why involve a fourteen year old?-he thought.

He got off the car and looked at the watch –exactly Thirty minutes. He walked in through the door and found to his surprise, the three men on the ground. Those three big men in a mess. Two of them knocked out and the third rolling on the floor groaning; and no Darlence.

After a while, his phone rang and displayed a message-

“Dearest Seb,

I’m damned sorry, but I could not keep my brother pacing all around the house all day. It’s a pity I missed the chance of meeting Moriarty. But it will have to do for some other day. And seriously teach your men to return a polite smile.

Oh! And coming to that -you would like to know what happened to them? Pressure points are very useful for unsuspecting fools, the second was hit with a picture (I got that idea from Tommy and Tuppence, by the way). The third –well I need not tell you what happened –you can fathom that.

And by the way –I took your car. Don’t get mad, there shan’t be a scratch on it. I love cars myself –you see? You’ll find it somewhere in London- you figure out where. The police shan’t find it, and I shan’t be the one to tell them, be assured.

But DON”T make it a habit.

And I do know how to drive. I’m a pretty good observer contrary to whatever Sherlock says. And well –the way is so easy to remember watching them from the front seat. SORRY!

CHEERIO!

Yours in laughter

D. Holmes

PS: And you were right about one thing, Mycroft and Sherlock wouldn’t have known a thing.”

Sebastian found the corners of his mouth twitching up to a smile –bright kid! He was rather glad she had escaped, even though he wouldn’t have helped her. He could see Moriarty going red with anger –The kid was quick and had pluck to cross him.

[(A/N): How is it until now? Any suggestions? Please tell me if I go wrong somewhere]