From desk worker detective to Sergeant at Scotland Yard, Adelaide Gregson has come a long way from her days in Manhattan. When one consulting detective catches her eye, things get complicated. When a case now means life or death, will sentiment prov...
I came in through the kitchen and found everyone in the living room. I didn't realize I probably looked like I were crying, because I was.
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"Are you okay?" Sherlock asked me as I came to sit down next to him.
"I was just talking to my brother. They're not releasing him to come to the funeral." I nodded, lying about why I was really upset.
"He's in Afghanistan or Iraq?" Sherlock asked.
"Afghanistan." I answered, he nodded. He wrapped his arm around me and I leaned into him. I felt safe in his arms, here my uncle Ryan couldn't hurt me.
"I think I'm going to have to move to London, clearly that's where all the good guys are." Angelica joked upon seeing Sherlock and I. As she said that my uncle returned and sat down opposite me next to my mother.
"Maybe we should introduce her to Mycroft." Sherlock joked. I saw my uncle stiffen at the sound of his name. It's nice to know that his name instills this much fear in my uncle. If he wasn't at the top of the FBI I'm sure he wouldn't know it.
"I don't think Mycroft deserves her." I smiled.
"Who's Mycroft?" Angelica asked eagerly.
"Sherlock's older brother." I answered.
"Oh there's another one of you? Please and thank you, I'll take five." Angelica said with a smile and a laugh.
"Oh maybe Lestrade?" I joked.
"As long as it's not Anderson, though I think your sister will be visiting a lot more now." Sherlock smiled.
"Oh definitely, I'll just show up on your doorstep randomly and be ready to stay for a week." Angelica said, and I doubted she was joking. Angelica had this gift, she could always cheer up a room. She was going to make this situation the best it could be. Even though we were mourning the loss of our father, she was going to make sure we only remembered the good memories we made with him. She was going to make sure everyone was smiling and there were no more tears. That was just her nature.
"Adelaide, I've put you and Sherlock in the room on the back right side upstairs. I know you two are probably exhausted from flying and the time change. Why don't you two go rest and then freshen up before we all go out to dinner tonight." My mother instructed. I nodded and Sherlock followed me up the stairs and to the room. My mother liked to control everything and have everything her way so it was better to just do as you were told around her.
I closed the door behind me after Sherlock stepped into the room where our bags had already been placed. I immediately collapsed onto the bed with a sigh. Sherlock laughed as I did so. I sat up as he sat down next to me.
"Thank you for coming here with me. I really appreciate you, well..." I began but he finished my sentence.
