The Adventure Began at Holmes

The Strength of a Soldier

"Are you okay?" I asked as I helped pull the man out of the dungeon-like trap.

"Well I'm not dead", the man replied sarcastically.

"Who are you? Do you know Sherlock Holmes? Where is he? Where did they put him!?" I fired out questions almost as fast as my superior brain thought them up. But to be fair to myself, I was rather in a tough situation here. I guess it came off as slightly harsh because he had just come out of being trapped himself, but still. I needed more information.

As he tried to gather his strength and wipe the dirt off his face, he said quietly "John Watson. Of course I do, he's my friend, and I have absolutely no idea because they took me away before they had done anything to him. By the way, who are you and why the hell would you end up here wanting to know about Sherlock?"

"You're John Watson? You're the one with the blog! Cool!" I exclaimed just a bit too optimistically. "Well since I can trust you I guess you have the right to know. You will probably be very shocked, and you may not believe me, but it's true.... My name is Sadie. Sadie Holmes. And I am Sherlock's niece. My father is Mycroft Holmes. I'm guessing you have met him before?"

John seemed a bit taken aback at that revelation. "Woah woah woah now hold on. You're saying.. that Mycroft.. is your father? Sherlock is your uncle?" he started laughing tiredly. "I am just going to go off a limb here and just guess that they probably have no idea you exist. Am I correct? And yeah I've met Mycroft. He's...well he's....he's extremely hard to describe, but he's a very strict government man. Not much to say about him, although he can drive you insane sending cars to pick you up unexpectedly and sorts just to "catch up" on certain cases."

"Oh. Yeah, that's kind of how my mother described him too. You would also be correct in the fact that they have absolutely no idea that I exist because knowing that Sherlock is your flatmate and friend, I believe I am correct in assuming that he would have told you about any other family members that he could possibly have. I also know that Sherlock and my father do not get along very well but will work with each other if it is a dire situation", I trail off and change the subject a bit.

"You must be hungry and thirsty. You were gagged, and sitting there for about two days. Lemme guess..."How do you know I was gagged?" I know you were previously gagged because your breathing is rugged and you have slight red marks on your face from where you had been trying for days to remove the gag until you were successful. You're thirsty because you keep licking your lips, and you are hungry because obviously you haven't eaten in days, and your stomach keeps growling. Quite loudly might I add."

"Oh God...you're exactly like them aren't you?" He let out a sigh and I smirked in response.

"Obviously. Aside for the fact that I'm female and only sixteen, of course. I am a Holmes by the way. We tend to be sociopathic geniuses according to my mother and your blog."

"So, how exactly did you even get here, and not get caught?"

"Who said I didn't get caught?" I replied with a raised eyebrow. "Fine. Let me start the story from the beginning...."