The Fall of Miss Holmes (BBC Sherlock FanFic)

Chapter Five

I can't repeat what he said but I nearly died laughing. John had to remove me from the gallery till I'd calmed down. When we went back in Sherlock had been removed and probably take to a court holding cell. Without an expert witness the prosecuting barrister had to bring up her next witness, the guard from the Tower of London. He didn't have anything interesting to say. He just explained how it'd happened. I couldn't understand why they were even having a trial. I was obvious he'd done it. The entire time the defending barrister said nothing. He didn't object to anything, he didn't say anything. He might as well not have been there. Moriarty looked very bored and I didn't blame him. It was all very boring. It wasn't long till it was over and time to go home.

We went to go pick up Sherlock from his cell and waited for him to sign for his belongings.

"What did I say?" John said as we walked towards him. "I said, 'don't get clever'".

"I can't just turn it on and off like a tap." Sherlock said as he took the bag of his belongings from the security officer, rolling his eyes. He turned to me.

"Well?" He asked.

"Well what?" I replied blankly.

"You were in there for the whole thing, up in the gallery, start to finish."

"Well not completely the whole thing. I had to be taken out for five minutes." I said grinning.

"I knew it was you I could hear laughing." Sherlock said smirking at me. "So what happened?"

"Like you said it would be...he just sat there, never even stirred." I said referring to the defending barrister.

"Moriarty's not mounting any defence." Sherlock said as we left the court.

"I don't think he's got much of a defence to mount to be honest." John said and I nodded in agreement.

Back at the flat Sherlock was pacing as me as John got dinner ready. We'd all been pretty quiet since the trial but I could tell John wanted to talk to Sherlock privately so I offered to finish the dinner myself.

"You sure, Alice?" He asked.

"Yeah, go speak to him. Get him to stop pacing if you can, it's driving me up the wall." I muttered.

John chuckled and went through to the living room and sat in his chair. As I cooked I couldn't help but think about that girl again.

I'd seen her again after the trial, stood outside Old Bailey with that man. She'd been looking at me then as well. The thought I'd have in the court resurfaced in my mind. If they weren't reporters, which they obviously weren't, and they weren't there for Sherlock then there was only one person left that they could be there for. I pictured the two faces side by side and mentally slapped myself. I was so stupid not to see it in the court. She resembled him so much. The dark hair, the eyes that held a hidden madness, her hostile attitude. Of course she wasn't the blond man's daughter, she was his. That was probably why she was so interested in me. Her dad's obsession with mine probably left an impression.

I was quite surprised. How could the great Jim Moriarty have a daughter?

Then again if the Consulting Detective could then so could the Consulting Criminal.

I realised the food I'd been cooking was done and almost burning. I took it off the cooker and put it on three plates, making sure to give Sherlock a large portion. He hadn't eaten for a week, god knows how he was still going. I took them into the living room, handing one to John and placing one on the table as Sherlock was still stood. Neither seemed to really notice as I came in. I sat on the sofa, listening to their conversation curiously.