Sherlock Holmes is renowned far and wide for his Mind Palace but Mycroft Holmes is privately known to have a House Of Memories.
Elina Hooper is the twin sister of the sweet pathologist, Molly. French on their mother's side and being both graced wit...
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Elina had smoothly sorted her appearance out with velocity and speed before stepping back out of the car onto the runway. As John walked forward, eagerly waiting for the jet to open up, Mycroft stood beside him just as Mary joined Elina. "So..." Mary drawled just as she wrapped her arm through her own. "What was that about?" She asked with a dark smirk gracing her sunny features. "Erm." Elina mumbled out unsurely whilst looking ahead of herself. "Mycroft got mad and decided to take it out on me, hard in the car." Elina explained in short, trying to force the redness of her cheeks to cool down.
Mary smiled to herself as she understood the true motive and she nudged her shoulder into Elina's as they carefully made it up the jet's steps. "I can imagine that he's a sort of freak in the sheets and -"
"Mary, I'm not discussing my se - my private life with you." Elina practically squealed in a whisper, correcting herself along the way. Mary did nothing more but laugh.
The moment they got on the jet, Mycroft's head whipped to scrutinise Elina from head to toe. Elina avoided his gaze and remained silent... For now. Instead she had looked over to Sherlock and tilted her head to the left in sadness to realise the cold reality about it. The flight attendants walked past Elina and Mary before collecting their things to leave.
"Well so much shorter exile than we'd expected imagined, brother mine. Probably adequate given your levels of OCD -"
"I have to go back." Sherlock interrupted just as he seemed to realise that he was in this era rather than any other such as the Victorian era. "What?" Mycroft questioned. "Yeah, I was nearly there. I nearly had it." Sherlock panicked somewhat whilst bringing a his hands out to gesture. "What on earth are you talking about?"
"Go back where?" John also questioned, sharing a look with Mycroft before turning to his best friend. "You didn't get very far." Sherlock brought his hands away from his head in a fit of irritation before booming out, agitated. "Ricoletti and his abominable wife, don't you understand?"
"No, of course we don't. You're not making any sense, Sherlock." Mary announced with enunciation. "I'd say he's making perfect sense." Elina stated in a small tone not realising sets of three eyes turned to her. There was a beat of silence in where Elina collected herself to a better standard before beginning. "It was a famous case from a century ago." With that she turned to sit across from Sherlock. "She seemed to be dead but then came back to haunt people. She shot herself in the head. Bit like Moriarty." Elina directed her last sentence to John. "Fortunately however, Emilio Ricoletti was a person who made a movement with the suffragettes however instead of jumping over the gate to be killed by a horse during the grand national, she haunted men who had used her then left her. It was an unsolved case until five years ago, that is." Elina spurted out in bumbling facts.
"You solved it?" Sherlock questioned in incredulity. Elina looked down to her cane where her hands leaned in before sniffing out a breath. "It's elementary when you know what to look for." She answered in short.
