The lost daughter of Adler

The lost daughter of Adler | Part 1.

The personal blog of John H. Watson

About four years ago Sherlock had seen Irene Adler the last time. He had liked her right from the beginning, everybody noticed that. Irene's appearance probably had been the biggest reason for his attraction to her. I have to mention that she had been naked at their first meeting. There was something about her that impressed him and nebulised his mind. Sherlock just couldn't rate her and that made Irene that attractive for him. Indeed, Sherlock always has said that sex didn't alarm him, because after all he had other things to do like solving crimes or jumping off a roof top, however, his statement wasn't quite true. In the end, Sherlock was also just a man and Irene was a really intelligent dominatrix, who was craving for my best friend. Of course Sherlock has manners, but there was a connection between them, which not even Sherlock himself understood. That's why I think he could have forgotten his manners for a moment. I always knew Sherlock would keep his barrier up, which is why I wouldn't ever have worries about a relationship between Sherlock and a female human being. Well, at least I thought so...

Baker Street

It was a normal day in baker street. Sherlock stood on the couch in front of the wall, where a lot of pictures were pinned on. John and Mary had come to visit him. They obversed how Sherlock desperarelyhung pictures on, just to take them off again afterwards. "That makes no sense!", he shouted furiously and turned around to look at John, who tried to calm his screaming daughter down. "John, get Emily out! I need to focus!"

"Shouting won't help either, Sherlock.", Mary said with a calming voice.

"Apparently you can't see what's going on. Those bloody terrorists are planning to assault some important people of the british government. I don't know how and when they're going to do it but hundreds of people could die.", Sherlock said and jumped on the ground in order to stand closely in front of John, who was still holding Emily. "Even your adorable child could die. So would you please be that kind and bring your child to bed so that I can focus on this case? She's obviously tired.", Sherlock shouted in Johns face, whereupon a loud scream from Emily filled the room.

"How the hell do you know she's tired? She just woke up from a nap.", John shouted back. Thereupon Sherlock rolled his eyes and turned around to the wall to view the pictures again. "John, in the case that's your only question to my statement, it's not a surprise that Mary has doubts in your skills as a father." John looked at Mary with a horrified face. Mary was obviously surprised and started shaking her head really hard, actually way too hard.

John left the room with his little daughter in his arms to bring her upstair into his old bedroom. Sherlock put his fingers to his temple and disappeared into his mind palace. He searched for something that could tell him why the terrorists crept out of the darkness again to terrorize London. Darkness... dark... hiding... underground. These words appeared in front of his eyes but he couldn't find the connection between them. Terrorists... organisation... bombs... death... deadly... harassment. Sherlock opened his eyes to look at the pictures on the wall. One picture was a drawing of a spider with a printed text on it.

"Did you really believe we'd just show up once? This time it'll be worse. We'll burn you all. I'm sure you've missed us.", was printed on it.

There were four words that stuck out of the message. "Did, you, missed : Did you miss me?". Suddendly Sherlock knew what was happening and the words from before appeared clearly in front of his eyes, which he started to sort then. "Bombs... terrorists... underground... organisation... death... harassment... deadly : Moriarty - Did you miss me?" Sherlock solidified and remembered the moment in the courtroom where he said that James Moriarty was like a spider, while he looked at the drawing. Sherlock widened his eyes in panic and turned around to Mary. He jumped off the couch and shouted for John, who immediately ran downstairs.

"What's wrong?!", he asked gasping for air.

"John, this all is the work of James Moriarty!", Sherlock shouted in panic. "After his faked death he couldn't continue his insane life... Now he has the perfect chance to do it. The assault is all his work. Apparently I didn't destroy his network completly, that's why it could reclaim itself..."

"That's bullshit. Moriarty is dead, Sherlock. You've seen his suicide with your own eyes. That video was probably just a gag.", John answered, remembering the 'miss me?'-video of Moriarty. Sherlock found it kinda amusing that John couldn't make the result up hisself. He smiled softly.

"Back on the rooftop... Well, that wasn't Jim Moriarty.", he exlained.

"What? What do you mean?", mary asked shocked. Sherlock stepped in front of the Watsons. The situation was smilier to a child that had to confess something to his parents.

"Jim Moriarty has a twin. Richard Moriarty. His name probably reminds you of Richard Brook, but this was only an invented character by Jim. The "brook" because of the Reichenbach, you know, that case that made me famous. Whatever, Jim wanted to give me a clue through this name. It even worked. Mycroft and I planned everything actually, and my lovely brother also had work done by himself. He told you, that they examined Moriarty for weeks and that he only gave my brother informations about his network, if Mycroft gave him informations about me, so that Jim could destroy my career. But to that point it was Richard, who was being examined by us. Mycroft and I found out later. He told us that Jim wanted Richard to sacrofice himself at the rooftop so that he could live on. But we made a deal with Richard. He wouldn't have to kill himself, like Jim wanted him to do. We helped him to make his fake death look real. I have to mention that Jim had to believe that Richard killed himself because if he knew that Richard has survived that day, he would also know about my survival and I don't want to imagine what happend if he knows. Anyway, Richard had to be dead in his eyes because he wanted me to jump. You probably know that Jim has people everywhere, who could have watched us so we had to act like the situation was real, without the deal. We helped Richard to survive and I only had to kill myself. Easy-peasy.", Sherlock explained smiling.

"Wait, but why was it good for you? Why didn't you just let Richard kill himself?", Mary asked confused. Sherlock sighted.

"Jim mustn't heard about what I did to his network and that was Richards turn. He made sure that Jim didn't hear anything about it. Of course Richard never showed himself while doing it but he kept Jim busy. If Jim had found out about our survival, our whole plan would have been for nothing, without any success."

"Well, alright. But now the network is back so Jim knows that someone has destroyed it. Does he think it was you?", John asked furiously. He obviously was angry at Sherlock for not telling him anything about this plan.

"Mycroft had followed me while I destroyed it. Jim probably thinks it was Mycroft now. He covered me pretty well. Apparently we forgot something because now the network is back. We didn't know about  something.", Sherlock said sadly. He walked to the window and looked on the street.

"What didn't you know?", Mary asked confused. Mrs. Hudson came upstairs and took a deep breath to say something, but Sherlock interrupted her before she could speak.

"Take the client up here.", Sherlock said and Mrs. Hudson ran downstairs again.

"Sherlock, what didn't you know?", John asked really loud.

"I don't know.", Sherlock answered sadly. Suddendly they heard a well-known voice coming up the stairs.

"Maybe I can help.", the person said and Sherlock started smiling.

I hope there's actually someone who will read this. In case yes, tell me what you think (: