The Tales of the Golden Girl

Bigman's identity

Sherlock's pov

As I saw her fall to the ground, I saw a knife lodged in her back. "How was she stabbed?" Watson said.

"She was stabbed by Bigman, whom she keeps talking about."

My eyes gaze over her neck, where a tattoo is made, resembling a snake.

"She's part of the Snake Sorcerers. That's why. Let's take her to the hospital."

Watson agrees as we carry her to the hospital. I see all her scars on her hands, and a flap of skin peeled off. That must be painful for her. Who was this "Golden Girl"? A slick, attractive girl like gold. That's where the name came from. And she was observant.

I leaned myself close to her, my lips almost touching hers. Watson coughed loudly, putting me out of the daze.

After a few hours, I saw her sneaking out. She was weak, and she knew it.

Watson caught a glimpse of her. He held her by the hand, not letting her go. I was mesmerized by her beauty.

"Sherlock, come over here, will you? Or should I handle this world-class criminal myself?" Watson said sarcastically. I never understood sarcasm.

"You handle it on your own." I said.

"Perfect. Now shut up!" He angrily said to Sam, down on her knees.

We take her at my house and bandage her up. Waiting for her to fully understand her surroundings, we brought tea for ourselves.

Sam's pov

I woke up at my old house. I weakly pointed to the cake near Sherlock. He saw my intentions and gave me a slice.

"Thank you." I said in a raspy voice.

"So, Sam. Tell us about your..."

I shushed him. "Let me breathe for a second. I got stabbed by my uncle, I'll just eat this cake, then we'll talk. Has anyone ever said you have beautiful features?"

He blushed. "No one had ever said this to me. Not even a normal person. A vibe which I was unfamiliar with started to form. I felt uneasy, but i wanted to sink into this feeling." That is what he thought. All this thoughts were racing, as I observed.

As I ate my cake, I was ready to talk.

"My name is Samantha Rodriguez, though not my real name. I do not hail from UK, I'm from somewhere else. My uncle, Bigman is-" I start sobbing.

Sherlock's pov

She started sobbing after "is". "Don't worry, we won't arrest you." I comforted her as Watson watched in shock.

"My uncle is Jim Moriarty." She said, breaking into tears.

My eyes widened. JIM MORIARTY? The biggest criminal in all London, and his niece is here, defenseless. My bored expression suddenly turned into an interested one.

"Tell me more, Sam." I held my hand out to her.