Michael Holmes: Secret Son of Sherlock Holmes

The Story of Anabelle Powell 1

Michael was at school practicing for his performance and John was off doing groceries, so the flat was quiet and peaceful, which is unexpected but is exactly what Sherlock wanted for that day. Sherlock moved around in different spots of the flat, trying to find a comfortable place to rest after three long nights of another case he had. Unlike all the other cases he worked on with Scotland Yard, this one was specially rated a unspeakably high and rare nine. He finally decided to sit down on his armchair, setting the tea Miss Hudson had made on the glass table.

He held up the daily newspaper and immediately started reading the content. "Daughter of Billionaire MISSING" is printed with Arial Bold font on the headlines. "Boring. I rate it a two. Even Anderson can figure this out." Sherlock stuck out his tongue in distaste as he flipped to the next page of the news. Just then, the door clicked open and footsteps could be heard approaching the flat. "Sherlock, I'm home." John mumbled slightly as he set down the groceries he bought.

Ever since John helped Sherlock to break Michael out of prison, ever since Mycroft and Sherlock's conversation had a conversation about Sherlock's so-called ex-girlfriend Anabelle, John had wondered: Who exactly is Anabelle Powell? Yes, she's a murderer, a criminal, a killer, from the side of the devils. Two people from different universes, so how did she manage to pump the heart of the supposed cold-blooded detective?

What actually happened all those years ago? The night when Anabelle and Sherlock first met? It was all new information to John and he knows that he had just merely scratched the surface of the big picture in the history between Sherlock and Anabelle.

"Sherlock... mate." John's voice was a slightly above a whisper. "How did you first met Anabelle?" John asked as the curiosity took over him. John sat in his armchair, fidgeting with his fingers as he waited for the detective's response.

Sherlock immediately stood up from his chair and even left his cup of tea unfinished. He pulled out his phone from his pocket and pretendedly read the message on his phone. "Ah, Lestrade has a new case. Sorry, I got to go. See ya." He said casually as he slid his phone back into his pocket, heading towards the front door.

John snickered a little, catching his friend's attention. Sherlock turned around, confused. "You know, even as a brilliant detective who could enumerate 240 different types of tobacco ash, you seem to be quite forgetful." The army doctor crossed his arms in front of him.

Sherlock raised an eyebrow at John's statement. John sighed. "Did you completely forget about it? Greg told us that he won't be working today and for the next couple of days because he's going to his hometown to celebrate his mother's birthday."

"Ah, really?" Sherlock mumbled to himself. "I've always wondered what's so special about birthdays. So what? You grow a year older, celebrating the fact that you are another year closer to death - but fine, let's cheer: 'Yay, another boring and pointless celebration!' " Sherlock rolled his eyes as he flung his arms into the air, a fake smile plastered on his face.

"But... it's a birthday!" John frowned slightly. "You can't say that you hate birthdays, can't you? Gifts, cake, family reunions... how can you dislike birthdays?" The doctor paused for a while. "Actually, reviewing what I had just said, I guess it's not such a big surprise that you hate birthdays."

"But, back to the POINT, Lestrade could not have possibly texted you about a new case if he is in his hometown?" John smirked, leaning closer to Sherlock.

"Well, I was..." Sherlock muttered under his breath after a while. John's smirk spread wider across his face by the second slowly passing by. It was one of those rare moments that you might find the famous consulting detective... speechless. "Okay then! I admit that I was... attempting to make a lie. No need to rub it in my face." Sherlock said after a long pause, letting out an unnoticeable sigh before plopping back into his chair.

"So how was it? Did she approach you first or the other way around? How did she manage to catch the so-called cold blooded detective's heart? Ooh, was it good? " John emphasised on the word 'it'. A nasty smile appeared on John's face as Sherlock frowned. "What... what do you mean by 'it'?" Sherlock asked, still confused.

"Never mind that." John smirked. "Light my day up with some stories between you and Anabelle. Come on, we're friends, there's nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed of." The doctor stared at Sherlock, still smirking, giving him a 'I'll not stop staring at you until you tell me' look.

Sherlock managed to keep his mask on for a few seconds before finally giving up. "Fine." He said. "I met her while I was working on the first case I've ever been on with Detective Inspector Lestrade. Mycroft offered the case to me as a Christmas present."

"The victim was a politician who works at the government, the father to a 6-year-old child and the husband to a business man named Lincoln. Apparently, there were rumors that Lincoln worked at some secret organisation that plans to overthrow the government, and the husband covers for him." Sherlock continued. "But when he died, someone leaked information about the organisation to the government."

There was a long silence after that sentence. John frowned and turned to his flat mate, waving his hands in front of him. "Umm... Sherlock? So what happened to the business man?"

"Huge disappointment. Can't believe Lestrade couldn't figure it out. I should've known Mycroft would never give up a good case to me without any return. The case barely made it into five. One of the worst Christmas presents I ever had." Sherlock mumbled as he took a sip from his cup of tea. "But it did require legwork though. It was no wonder he gave it to me."

John placed his arms on the armrests. "So Anabelle was working on the case with you and Greg...?" The doctor questioned.

"No..." Sherlock said, glancing down at his teacup. "... I met her because she was an accomplice of Lincoln's at the organisation."

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So hope you like part 1 of this bonus chapter! Enjoy the rest of the book :D