Moriarty's daughter

Payton Miller

Cameras were flashing, people were talking hysterically as a young lady finally stepped out on the little stage, up to the console and smiling at the audience who was waiting for her. The slightly stuck up women leaned forward to the little microphone, „well, excuse me for being late, I had things to do“ The cameras where going crazy now, flashes everywhere. The reporter got their stuff ready to write everything down what would happen now. Slowly she took her black, tight gloves off, pulling finger by finger up. Then she threw her long, brown hair over her shoulder to keep it away from her face and as she felt ready she smiled lightly and left her eyes glide over the audience to see which reporter she would ask first. It was a quite hard decision for her, since she didn't know from which newspaper they where. She only wanted the ones who had big publicity like the Daily Mail. She noticed a blond middle aged woman with a black dress on. She was fixing her glasses and then started to write something on her notebook, without leaving her eyes from her. „Yes, you“ The woman smiled and straightened her back, „have you got anything new from the newest victims, Payton?“ Payton cleared her throat and pulled the microphone closer to her, oh how she loved this attention, „no, nothing yet, we are still looking for anything of the killer but there's nothing we can do at the moment“ Some heads moved down so they could write things down, some people were recording her voice and some had cameras with them. She smiled softly as she picked the next one which she thought looked familiar. „Many people compare you to Sherlock Holmes, other people say you are the female version of Sherlock. Do you see yourself as the female Sherlock?“ Payton smiled lightly. This what was she wanted, questions about Sherlock Holmes. She wanted to get all his attention, until the point where he was about to go crazy about it. Sherlock couldn't stand when someone was getting called smarter than him or getting compared to him. She wanted him to be on his knees before something suddenly would happen and they had to work together. As she looked down on him, she noticed he was from the Daily Mail. Perfect. „You know, I wouldn't compare myself to Mister Holmes, he's a real genius and no one can ever compare to him. But it does flatter me that people call me the female Sherlock, of course“ Backstage her boss who worked at the police, Shane Holimen rolled his eyes, „does she always have to act like that?“ His assistant, Nick Fellenbach nodded, „you know her, she tries to be as perfect as possible“ „If she wasn't that smart I would catapult her to the other part of the world“ „You mean Australia?“ Nick looked up at his boss, who was having one hand on his fat stomach as usually. „Australia? I don't know where that is, don't bother me with geography“, he mumbled as he tried to concentrate on Payton who kept answering questions about Sherlock Holmes. „I think that should be enough“, the slim manager Sally said, „if she keeps answering questions about Sherlock it will throw a bad light on us, we told her to reply to maximal five questions and she's at ten already“ Holimen nodded and then moved his feet in the direction of the stage. Slowly he walked up on the stage and stopped next to Payton, who was searching for someone to pick. He grabbed the microphone from her away and held it a bit too close to his mouth, „Miss Miller is done with answering questions now, thank you“

„For gods sake, Payton, we told you to only to reply to five questions“ Payton, who was putting on her gloves on again didn't spend much attention to that what Sally said. „Yeah, sorry I was getting really into it“, she mumbled and walked straight away to the door.

The next day in 221B Baker Street Sherlock Holmes sat at his table, in his morning suit and waited for John to bring him the Daily Mail. As usually in the last time he sent John to get breads in the morning and then he always got the Daily Mail for Sherlock. But today John didn't have the paper with him. „Where's the Daily Mail?“, Sherlock asked impatient and took another slip of his tea. „Oh, I don't think you wanna read what's in there. It's boring“ „Let me judge that by myself“, Sherlock replied a bit hissing. He's been in a bad mood since weeks now because of this Payton Miller who thought she was better as him. John sighed annoyed, „okay but don't get mad at me again“ He threw the paper on the table and of course as usually, on the title site was Payton. Sherlock rolled his eyes and read what they had to say about her today.

Still no new clues about serial killer

Below there was a report from what happened yesterday at the press conference. She answered a lot of questions about Sherlock, which drove him crazy. „Oh come on, who does she think she is? It's obvious that the killer only tries to get attention with that, he is planing something bigger“ „Why do you know it is a man?“, John asked as he sat down on the table with a coffee. „Did you see the scars some victims had? No woman could possibly do that“ „Don't be too sure there, Sherlock“ He glanced up from the newspaper, but as John's sight met his, he looked down again. Whoever she was, he couldn't stand her. She wasn't better than him.