Sister Dear (BBC Sherlock)

Eleanor and James

“Hey, John,” I said as he walked up the stairs “Where's Sherlock?”

“Hello Raven, Sherlock is on the phone he’ll be in a minute.

“Need help?” I asked.

“No, thank you”

“John! It’s Moriarty He was let out a few days ag- oh, hello Raven” Sherlock said running into the building

“Who’s Moriarty,” I asked John. John gave Sherlock a strange look and mumbled something under his breath. Well this is an interesting turn of events.

“Sherlock?” John asked, his brows drew together.

“Well, Moriarty is the "Napoleon of crime"” Sherlock said waving his hands in a “go away’ motion “It doesn't concern you Ms James” He started to walk up toward their flat.

“It does now Mr Holmes”  I mocked him  “So who is he?”

“His names is James Moriarty and He’s a criminal, Raven,” John said finally “He's dangerous. Sherlock just don't want you to get hurt”

Sherlock shot John an angry look before marching up the rest of the stairs.

“Oh my, the great Sherlock Holmes doesn't want me to get hurt? Me, but I am but a lowly author.” I faked gasped. John started laughing so hard he had grabbed the railing for support.

“Anyways, I should go before he starts sulking” He smiled “See you later Raven”

“See you John” I laughed“And tell sherlock his concern is appreciated”

I walked into my own apartment went to grab my bag when I saw a familiar figure on my sofa.

“Hello Raven,” he said. He was sitting on the small sofa in my apartment.

“Hello, Jim or shall I say, James,” I said.

“Oh, good job. Are the Holmes boys rubbing off on you?But it's only my full name, Raven” He chuckled.  “Is  it even Raven?”

“What makes you think it's not?” I said sitting down next to him.

“Your dear sister told me she called you another name once” He smiled “I’m just so curious”

“I bet you are.” I scowled “And why would she even tell you something like that. It’s not relevant at all”

“Well you know my full name”

“Eleanor James Alder, my name was Eleanor but I hated it so I gave myself a new name,”  I said raising an eyebrow.

“It suits you,” He said grinning “So back to the real topic. Mycroft Holmes?”

“I can’t do it. That man is more stubborn than a brick wall” I groaned.  I sat down on the bed opposite from him.

“Why do you think your sister called him Iceman?” James laughed maniacally. “He really is impossible to work with”

“I really hate my sister sometimes" I complained looking down at  "She's only a year older than me and she thinks she's so much better. But you know what, she could write a book if her life deepened on it"

"Don’t say that Raven you’re not the one pretending to be dead"  He reasoned

"Why are you even here?" I asked looking up at the consulting criminal.

"I have a plan, but it may require some time. Let's just say I owe sherlock"