Enigma (sherlockxreader)

Surprise Visit

(Firstname) Stanford

"Till we meet again, (firstname)." he nodded and went to the opposite direction. Sherlock left her dumbfounded by his sudden actions. Why would he leave so soon?

(Firstname) didn't bother to think of reasons, her eyes widened as she felt chills crawling down her spine. Right now, there was something more important for her to attend. She wouldn't want to keep him waiting.

She rushed to the elevator, it was almost closing shut. Luckily, she stopped the doors in time. 29th floor. She thought while pressing the button with the number 29 on it.

Steady... Calm yourself. It is most likely that he knows it by now. He'll be questioning me right away. She bit her bottom lip. Underground connections weren't out of reach if it's source of information were reliable. Everything and everyone can be bought with fair amount.

Her hand was slightly trembling as she turned the knob. He knows I'm back. It wouldn't be impossible for him.

The room was empty except for the furnitures. Something's amiss. She carefully closed the door behind her. There were no open windows, but the eerie room gave her a cold feeling. Her skin prickled with goosebumps. She knew, someone's watching her.

Deciding that nothing was wrong, she walked closer to the couch. The telephone suddenly rang, startling her.

Relax... It's just the phone. She sighed. "It must be him." her words were the sound of wind. Squaring her shoulders, she gathered her composure and answered the ringing telephone.

"Hello? " her tone was full of uncertainty. (Firstname) heard the person's breath on the other side of the line.

"Hello, sister dear. You came back! " he greeted.

"Yes, I did. You've become better with observations, dear brother." she pressed her lips into a thin line. "Why did you call? "

The man on the other line laughed. "Is it bad to call my sweet, sweet sister?" his voice was coated with mockery. She didn't answer.

"Are you trying to be mad? " he asked. She could feel the cockiness in her brother's voice. (Firstname) stifled a laugh, but it was too audible for the man on the phone to not hear.

"You know, you're still a cocky bastard, brother dear." his laugh made her smile.

"What a nice way to speak to your older sibling... "

"If my older brother wasn't so humble, I'd be so much nicer." she said as a matter of fact with a higher pitch.

The call was dropped instantly. The nerve of that guy. She tossed the phone somewhere, not caring where it landed.

A soft 'plop' was heard from the darker side of the room. Must be the phone. She thought. Almost silent footsteps followed after the sound.

Oh my god, he's really here! I knew it. The thought of it thrilled her.

"(Firstname)..." familiar emotions rushed through her. She whirled at the source of the voice.

"James... " she cooly replied.

They stood steadily as silence filled the air. The man's once, dead eyes were full of excitement, mirroring hers.

The man spreads his arms wide, smiling in delight. She jumped into his arms, hugging him tight. The man chuckled at the sight of his affectionate sister.

"Oh James, look at you! You're looking like a man now!" she said giddily.

"You make yourself sound like an old woman. Are you that old, sister dear? Shall I fetch a cane for you?"

She smacked her brother's arm. "How dare you?" she laughed. "How is London? I hope you haven't caused a lot of trouble here. You know how much I love this city."

"I've made a new playmate! He's been satisfying me with the results of the game quite well. But he's been a bit of a bore these days. Do you think I should take the game to a higher level?"

"I say do what you can to relieve your boredom. I'll be playing for a while with him too. As they always say; the more, the merrier!"

James gasped. "You're so evil!"

"Why thank you, you flatter me." she curtsied. "Though, you are quite the devil yourself!"

They both laughed. Oh, the good ol' times... We could've had a nicer life. She glanced at her brother. If life was kinder for the both of us. He could've been a proper scientist with a big laboratory. Oh, if only...

"So I was thinking, sister dear, why are you so interested in playing the game as well?" he sat down the couch, looking quite comfortable.

"This is an exciting game you've created, dear, I felt that I needed to play again. Oh, but don't worry, I won't be playing for too long." she paused. "Wait, don't tell me-" (Firstname) gasped.

"What?" James shrugged.

"Are you gay for him? "

"What?! No! God no... But everything can be canonical these days."

"Yeah, that is very much true." she nodded. "I also heard that you acted gay last time. Giving your number and such..."

"It's amazing that he quickly noted my gayish look, but my acting was too good to crack. I mean, he didn't even suspect me. He didn't even consider the possibility of me being a criminal mastermind."

"He's still green, brother, but I know you have high expectations for the boy."

"Yes. He's really brilliant! Almost as great as his brother, Mycroft."

"Oh, yes, that British government of a man. Cold and uncaring, except for his younger brother. Denying the existence of feelings. Poor man, must be so hard for him."

"Yes, that aside. Tell me, how you've been... Traveling around the world, going through the hole of one needle to other."

"The whole world is quite the beauty to behold. But knowing that you control the way it spins, makes it a bit boring, still, I'm amazed how big your domain is... When they learned that I am your sister, they immediately treated me like I'm some royalty. Oh, and perhaps I shall steal the crown jewels too and start acting like you did." She laughs.

"How'd you like the performance?"

"The whole thing was amazing! The coordination, the timing, oh, and I love your line; 'No rush.'. I can never think less of you."

"That is good to know. But I must warn you, sister dear, Sherlock Holmes is a man we only play games with. I am saying this because you are very vulnerable as a feminine individual. Guard your heart. We do not want any tangled strings attached to. That's all..." He stood and hugged his sister.

"Yes, James. I will..." Her lips formed a thin line. (Firstname) watched her brother's back slowly disappear.

I will try, because I cannot promise you anything. For I believe, Sherlock Holmes is a man too hard not to like.