The Holmes brood- A Sherlock's sister fanfic

NEW TROUBLE

'Look here, Willis. I'm suspended for a month and I've nothing to do about our fight till I am back in school.' grimaced Dace cornered in the alley by Billy Johns and his gang, she spoke in an absoluetely broken voice, and her nose was deep red,'Get back at me in school. though as far as I see, if anyone should take revenge, it should be me.' 

'Your nose was not broken.'

'i got a worse lot. You only got a punch-I was practically bashed up.'

'Shut up, dunce!'

'If you are coward, then fight me now; seven to one. And if you are not, then lets have a competitions.'

Billy walked right in front of the girl, and stood menacingly before her, 'Challenging me?'

'Something of the sort, yes.'

The boy smiled, 'I like your pluck, worth praise. But for how long, I can't tell.'

'Swimming?'

'The whole length of the pool; ahead and back. How's that?'

'Rather good. Freestyle or Butterfly'

'Freestyle.'

'Done.'

'If you win-.'

'You'll stop troubling me or anybody else, ever again. And if you win-'

'You'll be beat up again.'

Dace cringed a bit, 'Fine, Sunday.'

'Rather. And better be prepared.'

'To win? Yes, thank you.'

'A little overconfidence, don't you think.'

Dace smiled in answer.

They left her and went. She blew out her cheeks standing shaking a bit; leaning against the wall. Suddenly the music of ''Numb'' filled the alley. She pulled out her phone and accepted the call.

'Dr. Watson? Oh, now tell me Shawn O Farrel where the gathering is to be.' she asked.

'At the old spot by the river, right well known to you and me.' the answer came.

'Password accepted. On which road?'

'Rocky road to Dublin.'

' Hmmmm.Second password accepted. Well.....?'

'Come to 221 B, now.'

'Fair enough, on my way.'

She hung up and began walking towards the bigger road, she hailed a cab and it came to her at once. Before she could ask anything; the cabbie asked,'Baker Street?'

'Yes, well?' she was astonished.

'I'm from those parts. Do you know Sherlock Holmes? I saw you with him at times. Please tell him I'm a big fan.'

'Ummmm, certainly'  the reply was more like a question.

She went in and shut the door. The cab drove out. The cabbie turned around once again, 'Caught you again-' but to his utter surprise, there was no one in the back seat. He opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish before his phone rang again.

"Sorry all over again (the new message read) Seb- use more brains. Don't- and I mean don't come to me in a cab and blurt out my destination. It clichés everything. And don't be all that shocked- All cabs have two doors. Also, I want you to work on your disguising skills. That French beard and that moustache were pretty cool, but the tan was horrible. However can a man have a tanned face and snow white ears?

Whatever. So long. Scout signer.

With regards

D. Holmes''

Sebastian smiled and checked his ears- of course, he had blundered there, ' Really, check the ears of a cabbie? What would i have not given for such power of observation?'

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The door was knocked at and John opened the door.

'Dacey, it took you a time!'

'I did not take a cab.'

'Why not?'

'Well...later, Where is Sherlock?'

John did not answer.

'Where- is-Sherlock?'  she asked softly again.

'He did not come home the last two days.' piped in Mrs. Hudson.

'I wouldn't worry too much. He keeps disappearing.'

'He texts me if that is the case.' said John shrugging.

Darlence narrowed her eyes, 'Dr. Watson ther's something you are not telling me.'

'What?' the doctor was laughing, ' What will I possibly keep from you about your own brother?'

Darlence crossed her arms,' Indeed!'

'What- Indeed?'

'What is it.

'I just told told you- I don't know what you mean.'

'WHAT is it?'

'He is arrested. For breaking into Sir George Burke's Manor in broad daylight. He was caught in the act.'

Darlence jaw fell all the way to the ground.

'Strange? asked John, 'I know. Not ususal of Sherlock at all.'

'How's this Sir George Burke?' asked Darlence picking her jaw off the floor and dusting it.

'He's alright. Bit plump, long in the tooth, and filthy rich gentleman. He has a tied up foot and hobbles around with a crutch because of gout in his left foot. Also somewhat foolish, not what I'd call shady.'

'You hardly call anyone shady.' she said impatiently, 'Why did you not bail him out?'

'Not allowed to.'

Darlence sighed 'Can we go meet him, atleast?'

[(A/N):That jaw thing was just to induce a little bit of Jerome.K.Jerome humour. But trying it at home without expert advice can be very dangerous. If you still want to try it; have Dr. Watson at your side.XD]