The Holmes brood- A Sherlock's sister fanfic

RENDEZVOUS WITH THE SCOWRERS

'Where is it?' asked the third man pointing his revolver at a sleepy Darlence. Had he been the only one, he would have found himself out of the window in a split second. But there were two more, all possibly armed to the teeth. Sleepy as she was, she still took in every detail of every man in the room. (It was Mycroft's place by the way, not 221B.)

The one talking to her could be described as a Hulk, not nearly as bulky, but alarmingly tall. He had that kind of nose that can be safely called a snout, and no chin to speak of. One of the others was short and stocky, with kind of Scottish accent that was soft and yet had a harsh edge, he was undoubtedly an Englishman, and he had a whole outlook of a Popeye. The last was as tall as Mycroft atleast, ginger haired, and sharp featured.

And the air of a tired male Madonna [(A/N):In no way do I mean the singer Madonna. Refer to Peril at End House- Agatha Christie. I don't think Christie knew of our Madonna]  hung about him.The Hulk was just another of the bullies, the Popeye was possibly a-well Popeye- soft at heart. But the tired Madonna was undoubtedly the most dangerous of the lot

[(A/N):Which one of you thinks that Darlence has a trait of Moriarty as well. Comic naming.]

'How did you break in?' she asked instead.

'Your brothers aren't the only ones that can break through security.' said the Hulk.

'Can't you cut it out before daylight, its two in the morning.'

'Sauce shan't help you in the least. So be reasonable and tell me where it is.'

'Do you think I'm as stupid to bring it here with me?' she said masking her fear with snappiness.

'So its with the other brother?'

'Why doesn't Mycroft know yet?' she thought, but it must have been aloud.

'I wouldn't disturb him - he's sleeping - and no; he's not dead.'said Popeye.

'You drugged him? You sw....' she stopped herself in time.

The three men laughed,' Little sister has grown claws.' said Hulk,' What do we do with this kid, now?'

'I still have that syringe of ricin.' said Popeye, and Darlence gulped and squirmed uncomfortably under the large flipper like paw of Hulk.

'I have a better idea.' said the tired Madonna,' Sherlock Holmes is reputedly fond of games of any sort. Lets see if he gives up that information or not.'

He looked and smiled tiredly at Darlence. She gulped again and looked back up at the man. It wasn't Moriarty. It was the ''infamous and dreaded'' Scowrers; who killed everyone that got into their way- and she had got into their way. Moriarty was not even an inch like these.

'Can I just see if Mycroft's alright?' she asked meekly.

'Are you trying to be sly again?' 

'Can't I just see if my own brother's fine?'

'Alright.'

He took her roughly by the collar and kept the gun against the nape of her neck, as they walked into Mycroft's room. She went towards the postrate figure and took up the wrist, 'Its so faint!' she exclaimed,'What have you used?'

'Lets get you out of here.' he simply remarked and pulled her out again of the room and down the stairs. His companions were waiting in the car's front seats, and she was shoved in at the back with Tired Madonna. After a length, the car stopped. A man not unknown to Darlence was the cause. 

'Say Tobias, where are you off to at this hour?' he asked.

He didn't even look at the back seats. Darlence could have shouted for help or something, but a roundish steely thing at her ribs cautioned her as to where she currently stood.

'Just got a call from Pa.' the Hulk answered,' Says Ma is gravely ill.'

'Oh, then I won't hold you.'

Tobias (Hulk) thanked and drove away. Popeye turned towards the Tired Madonna and smiled,' Good job,Warren. Make sure she keeps quiet later too.'

' Oh shut up!' Warren replied snappily,'Don't try to maneouvre me.'

They finally reached someplace, and walked in at the hideout.

'Nice little shrimp.' said Tobias,' You do know how to listen don't you? You co-operated very well.' he messed up her hair, like you do to a five year old, who has behaved himself. She simply shoved the hand away,'Keep off.'

'Tut, tut. Be cordial; haven't your brothers taught you that?'

Darlence chuckled sarcastically,' Cordial! After you drugged poor Mycroft,and murdered the real Sir Burke, and replaced him with one of your pseudo rogues.'

'We have our job to take care of.'

'And you are one of Mycroft's most  trusted agent. Not at all, only a double faced traitor.'

Tobias caught a fistful of fabric around Darlence's collar and began,' I dont know what you'll get by behaving rudely.' Warren rushed in and detached her from Tobias,' For goodness' sake, know how to behave with a fourteen year old. She's not your age.'

'So wahat's the sudden compassion?' Tobias asked sullenly.

'She's barely out of the nursery.'

'I left nursey eleven years ago.' said Dace.

'I did not mean kindrgarten. And come on, before you say anything else and one of us kills you.' Warren sighed.

He escorted her to her room for the time being. 'What's the idea?' asked she,'You will kill me any way; once you have made sure that the data is safe and deleted.'

'Oh well, till then; your safety is my concern.'

'I'm not grateful.'

'Look here- what is your name now?'

'Darlence.' she said before she could stop herself.

'Darlence- you have two kinds of people here. One- who won't hesistate to hurt you at the slightest defiance, the second kind: which is pretty rare- who won't mind.'

'And you say, you are the second kind?'

'I'm saying that, no one will bear any cheek here.'

'You know right, that you can't keep me here for long?'

'I'm afraid then I'll have to be the one to kill you. And it won't be as simple as guns or poison. No- I'm not that kind. You are petrified of heights aren't you? Well, sort it out yourself.'

Darlence was quiet for the first time in years.

'Unruffled, Darlence?'

'Sort of , you are scarier than Moriarty. And that's saying something.'

'That indeed is high compliment.' 

'I think not.' she answered,' People scarier than Moriarty are overdone.'

'Oh. I suppose you were better under Toby's care. I hardly know how to deal with children without melting.'

'Am I supposed to laugh.'

'Rubber bone.' he commented and left her. She slopped weakly against the wall; nothing was scarier than a tired and cool person; who could threat to kill with a straight face and still insert humour in the same breath.