𝓜𝔂 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓞𝓬𝓽𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓪, 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 | 𝓑. 𝓑𝓻𝓲𝓭𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓸𝓷

Chapter twenty four - unwanted visitor

Nothing can describe the sheer fear I was in, at that moment. Thoughts ran through my head: my family, what would happen to them, if he held the knife tighter to my neck? My brother, what would he do? My children, my sweet sweet boys, would never know me. And my darling husband, he would have to raise them on his own.

I have snapped out of my thoughts as we hear the door open and the two men flee.

"Explain. Now." I try and remain calm with my sister but it is so difficult.

"We need to find Sherlock he can explain" and she walks off.

"Sherlocks involved as well! Oh, you two are so dead!" I shout at her and follow.

We find Sherlock talking to Benedict and Anthony.

They all look at us concerned.

"We need to talk to our brother," I say through gritted teeth.

"Oh man, good luck mate," Anthony says and pats Sherlock on the back.

"Are you okay Love?" My husband asks.

"Perfect." I say, before whispering in his ear "I will tell you tonight," I kiss his cheek.

I walk off with my brother and sister, and we find a room with two other people in it, but they leave soon after.

"Right. Explain" I tell them.

"Well, umm" Enola starts.

"And don't you even dare spare a single detail, I have gone through enough tonight already"

...

"Right so your telling me, that our uncle is involved in a business, a business of which disappearances and murders have happened. Where a girl came to you looking for help. And you've been stuck on this case for god knows how long and they are the same case and now both of you and occasionally Tweskbury are dealing with it. Correct" I ask.

"Correct," Enola says

"That would be right yes" Sherlock nods.

"Why would you let her get involved in this after last time? Sherlock, we talked about this." I exclaim at my brother.

"I didn't know she was doing it," he tells me in the same tone.

"You've been drinking" I sigh at him.

"So what if I have, sister, your not mother" I shout.

"And your not father" I sigh

"Oh you want to profile me, well let's profile you shall we? Well, your hair is slightly loses telling me you rushed getting ready so I'm guessing one of the boys was playing up, your dress is ripped, someone has stepped on it, and your arms have scratches on them... you might need to cut the twins' nails. And your neck is red some has gripped it or held a knife against it" He points at me as he wanders around the room before looking at me and then at my neck.

He walks over to me, "Show me your neck"

I turn my head away revealing my neck.

"Who did this?" He asks his gaze softened

"Our Uncles business partner" I mutter

I turn and leave the room to find Benedict. I see him still talking to Anthony.

"You all right love?" My husband asks placing a hand on my lower back.

"Mhm... I'm fine" I nod smiling at him with fake reassurance.

He looks at me and then over to Anthony and back at me.

"Would you like to go?" he whispers in my ear.

"... Umm yes, can we?" I ask him.

He just nods and kisses my temple.

"Brother me and Octavia, are leaving" he smiles at his brother "Good luck on your search" he mockingly pats his shoulder, before we walk off.

His hand yet again falls to my lower back.

I go to tell him what happened.

"Tell me at home, darling," he tells me as we get in the carriage.

When we arrive I sit him down and tell him everything, whether I was supposed to or not he's my husband so I do not care.

He pulls me in for a hug and when we pull away he gently lifts up my neck to inspect it, he leans in and presses a soft kiss to my neck.