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sʜᴇ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ᴏғ sʜᴇʀʟᴏᴄᴋ ʜᴏʟᴍᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟɪɴᴀ ᴊᴀᴄᴋsᴏɴ.
Sherlock Holmes had left Alina Jackson with their daughter and carried on with his life, forgetting about her. After her Mother's death, Athena is sent to live in the custo...
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OF COURSE YOU ARE CLEVER
~The next morning, At Scotland Yard~
Athena looked over at Soha, smiling amused at her Sister-by-everything-but-blood's tactics.
Soha had taken a paper cup and had poured one tablespoon of all the varieties of drinks available at DI Greg Lestrade's office and was drinking.
"What was it like?" Athena asked, wiggling her eyebrows as she scowled at the same time, smiled. Soha looked somewhat philosophical as she replied.
"Like life."
"Eh?"
"Like life, Athy. I thought you were a genius."
"I am. But, not at riddles, Soha."
"Good for you." Soha said as she, at long last, got her feet down on the floor she was sitting on the DI's bench, earning glares from the DI as she did so. Athena turned to Lestrade.
"What happened to the woman?"
"Why are you here again?" Lestrade asked, pointing at Soha.
"Uncle Greg, don't be like that to your goddaughter. Now, we come back to Athena's question. What happened to the woman?"
"She lived in Cornwall." Lestrade replied, can't help but feel a bit proud of the fact that HIS goddaughter had a close relationship with the daughter of THE Sherlock Holmes. "Two men broke in wearing masks, forced her to drive to a car park, decked her out with explosives to take down a house." He glanced up at Sherlock, who shadowed over him due to his height. "Told her to phone you. She had to read out from this pager."
He placed a simple pager in front of Athena, who grabbed it immediately and started examining it. "And if she deviated one word, the sniper would set her off." Athena tilted her head, impressed by this simple, yet, genius idea.
"Or if you hadn't solved the case." John said looking sharply at Sherlock.
Sherlock paced to the window and looked out, hands behind his back. "Oh," He whispered more to himself than anyone else in the room. Except, Athena, perhaps. "Elegant."
"Elegant?" John repeated in disbelief.
"But, what was the point?" Lestrade asked, clearly determined to be the detective he was. "Why would anyone do this?"
Sherlock remained silent, his eyes flicking towards his daughter, who was currently staring at Soha's necklace. "Oh, I can't be the only person in the world who gets bored." His thoughts briefly went to him shooting at the wall, Athena breaking anything her hand to get hold of. A smile made it's way up his face, but, faded away almost immediately as the pink phone rang again alerting everyone in the room. Sherlock unlocked the phone and John sent him a quizzical look.
