Sherlock Holmes (RDJ Sherlock x Female!Reader)

Chapter 6: Family Reunion

The black hood is removed from yours and Holmes's head and the two of you take in the scene before you. You look around at the grand office where a man in his late 60s rose from his chair, behind his desk, and faces you two.

"Mr Holmes and Miss (l/n), apologies for summoning you like this. I'm sure it's quite a mystery as to where you two are and who I am?" The man said.

"I was admittedly lost for a moment between Charing Cross and Holborn but I was saved by the bread shop on Southford Hill. The only Baker you use the certain French glaze on their loaves a Brittany sage. After that, the carriage fork left and right until a tell-tale bump at the Fleet conduit. And as to who you are? That took every ounce of my not inconsiderable experience. The letters on your desk were addressed to a Sir Thomas Rodrum, Lord Chief Justice. That would be the official title." Holmes deduced and the man looks at him stunned.

Holmes smile alittle and continues. "Who you really are....is of course another matter entirely. Judging by the sacred ox in your ring, you're the secret head of the Temple of the Four Orders in who's headquarters we now sit. Located northwest corner of St James square I think. That's the mystery, the only mystery is to why you bothered to blind fold us at all." Holmes said.

"Yes, well, it's standard procedure." Sir Thomas said.

You and Holmes shake your heads at him as another voice says. "I think we have the right man." You two turn and see two men, one of them seem to be in their 60s as well and the other looked to be about in his 30s.

"Sherlock Holmes and (y/n) (l/n), Ambassador Standish from America and Lord Coward, the Home Secretary." Sir Thomas introduced and the men stand before you and Holmes, hoping you and him would be impressed but you weren't.

"I suppose you two already have some notion as to the practices of our Order." Sir Coward said, looking between you two.

"Yes. They are practically interesting." Holmes replied.

"Be as skeptical as you like but our secret system have steered the world for the greater good for centuries. The danger is that they can also be used for more nefarious purposes." said Sir Thomas.

"What some call the dark arts or practical magic." Lord Coward remarked.

"We know you two don't believe in magic, Mr Holmes and Miss (l/n). We don't expect you to share our faith merely our fears." Standish said.

"Fear is the more infectious condition." You said then your turn to Sir Thomas and said. "In this case, fear of your own child."

The men stand there rigid in shock as Holmes smiles, proudly, at you. You look over at him and wink at him before you turn back to Sir Thomas. "You have the same irises, a rare dark green, the diamond shaped hazel flex together with identical outer ears or pinned, which are only past down through direct bloodline which makes by necessity either brothers or in this case, more likely, Father and son." You concluded.

Stunned, the men consult silently, coming to some sort of conclusion. Then Sir Thomas turns back to you and said. "Very few people are privy to that information." You smile as Holmes said. "I've taught her well."

You chuckle as Sir Thomas said. "And we want to keep it that way. He was conceived during one of our rituals. His mother wasn't my wife. But she shared our beliefs. She was a powerful practitioner, though not enough to survive giving birth to him. Death followed him wherever he went. Those five girls were not the first to be butchered. He killed many more using them to enhance his powers. No one could prove anything of course, but we all knew. The boy was cursed. We'd done our best to stop him ourselves, but it's not enough. His power grows daily. His resurrection is evidence of that. But what he does next will be far more dangerous. The secret lies in the book of spells. This is the source of his power. He's going to raise a force that will alter the very course of the world." Sir Thomas said as he paces back and forth in front of you and Holmes while you two watch him, intently.