Abandoned (BBC Sherlock)

3. Acrobatic Feats

"So..you're..like..Moriarty's...Moriarty had a daughter." John finally spoke up, asking the question no one else dared.

"Yes, well sort of, but I didn't inherit his love for breaking the law. Well I hope I didn't. Let me check. Nope, I didn't." I replied.

"How could he have a daughter? He didn't care for anybody or anything! Then how could he love you?" John screamed.

I sighed, John had hit a sensitive spot of mine. One of the few sensitive spots I had. "You're wrong, and right." I replied, answering with responses doing nothing with the questions he asked.

"What do you mean I'm right and wrong! A person can't be both at the same time!" John yelled back becoming angry. He was becoming like a feral cat. You could see his posture changing and his hair raising like a bad kitty.Sherlock just rolled his eyes at Watson's antics.

"He didn't care or love for anyone or anything. Be mature and make a deduction about how he felt about me!" I yelled back at him. There was a period of awkward silence where John was obviously displaying signs of pity for me. Sherlock seemed indifferent to the whole situation, I could clearly see he was attempting to figure how Moriarty would have a daughter and with whom.

"Come down here!" Sherlock said, finally remembering the objective of his visit.

"Why should I? What if I can't? Did you ever figure how I even got up here?" I asked to distract Sherlock. I knew he hadn't come up with any plausible solutions yet. H

There were several things he had to factor into account. The bottom 10 meters of the tree was shaved and the branches cut off so there would be no friction for climbing. He had to take into account my age, height, presumed weight. The fact that I was Moriarty's daughter and most likely had access to his resources since his 'death'. (WRONG but balance of probability)

"You couldn't have climbed based off the condition of the tree, there being no scratches or dents. A helicopter couldn't have dropped you because the people inside would've heard and it wouldn't be able to get close enough to the tree for a safe landing. A grappling hook could work except the only place to fire it would be on the roof and it would've most likely broken one of the branches since this is a dead tree and hollow. Taking that into account you are less than 85 kilograms or else the branches would have broken. So far, I have no idea."

"Stay right there gentlemen. Repeat do not move. No matter what I do, wait until I give you permission to move."

"Why? What are you going to do?" Watson just now started looking around for possible threats even though Sherlock already performed that task when he initially came out here.

"Because if you move there is a high probability I will be injured or you will be killed. So if you value your life just follow this simple request; Do NOT move until I tell you. Don't move your head or take a step in any direction."

I jumped off the branch. Both men flinching and running towards me. Wait..What!?! Bloody idiots they are. I have to change my fall now. White branch 1.2 meters below me, smooth bark so I can grab it during the fall. My angle will change 45 degrees once I release the branch. Triple flip, landing on the lowest branch facing North West. I'll jump off onto the ground landing on the right shoulder and rolling head over heels in a ball. Before coming to a stop and landing in epic superhero pose.

I follow my plan exactly and land in superhero pose right where Sherlock was standing moments earlier. It is obvious by the imprint from his boots. John rests most of his weight on his left leg unconsciously. Most likely a habit from limp received from a bullet during his time in the Army in Afghanistan.

I stand up and turn towards the men and start walking forward towards them. Johns face shows surprise while Sherlock's shows something closer to amusement. "You bloody idiots!! All you had to do was stand still!! I told you not to move!! I had to change my fall schematics, I've probably got grass stains on my coat now!!! Don't move!! I did not give you permission to move!!"

Then my duffel bag came falling down landing inches in front Sherlock's toes. He was shocked from his face and John was scared as well. They look like Schoolboys almost wetting themselves from a fright.

"Now you can bloody move. Since it's apparently so important to ya, you did even though someone trustworthy told you it could mean your life. Bloody idiots ya ar' ! I'm getting dumber just standing next to you blubbering plums. I've gotta go. It twas' fun. See you round gents." I told them, picking up the duffel bags.

"Where are you going?"Sherlock intelligently requested to know.

"I've got an appointment. You didn't think that I would just sit in that tree forever. I knew you were going to come today, based off all other data. I got what I needed so thanks." I yelled back to them I over my shoulder while I was walking into the maze.

I heard frantic running footsteps behind me. Two sets, Sherlock is running ahead though, he has an even spaced gate. Oh, this'll be interesting. They'll get split up in the maze looking for me. I'll lay the clues down for Sherlock who'll have taken the path to the right, to the statue where my den is. I'll then go over to John's side of the maze and frighten him into running the right ways.

I climb on top of the hedge, with the duffel bag maneuvered to lay across my back. I stand still being sure to not make any sound as Sherlock runs past already on his way to my appointment waiting in the center of the maze. I start running on the top of the hedge towards John.

I see him stumbling around continuing to walk the same way over and over. I grab my duffel bag and pull yellow spray paint and paint a line of the turn he needs to make. I start running towards the center with my arm outstretched painting onto the bushes on the correct path. I hear John start running after my path after hearing the rattling paint can and seeing the paint.

After leading John to the middle I climb back onto the hedge and hide the duffel bag just incase. I hear John running closer to the middle and I crouch down and lay on the hedge. Allowing me to observe my surroundings but preventing Sherlock and John from seeing me. I lay surprised that Sherlock still isn't at the middle. I hear a twig behind me snap and jump up surprised, seeing Sherlock causing all of the hair in my head to fall out leaving me bald, the scars littering it obvious.

Sherlock gasp to see my red hair floating away on the wind. I start laughing hysterically as I reach down and pick up my backup wig in my duffel bag. I adjust the brown curly locks to my head, it is a difficult task to do when you're laughing so hard you can't breath.

"Your hair, it's just a wig?" Sherlock asked.

"Yep. I wear wigs although my surprise just shook the last one out of my head. I was born bald." I fibbed about my lack of hair.

"How did it stay on when you were flipping and falling down from the tree?" Sherlock asked curious about the technology.

"Moriarty wasn't horrible." I fibbed again, "He created the wig to drill into my skin and plant plastic like glue in the holes. The glue dissolves at a thought, so it isn't permanent if I want to change my hair. It has the problem of falling out when I'm scared, though some people get much more scared than me when they see that happen." I explained. "We should down because John's going to be here in about 42 seconds."

I jumped down into the circular center pulling my black duffel bag down with me. Sherlock was quick to follow. I was sitting down on the marble bench in front of the water fountain when John ran into the middle gasping for breath.

"Sherlock! SHERLOCK! I found her!" John screamed. John jumped around startled when he heard a deep chuckling behind him.

"Good job John." Sherlock said, complementing his poor little puppy.