The Unfinished Case// A Sherlock Story

IX

Getting onto the island isn't difficult, but telling the people who care about you about your plan is strenuous. Sherlock contemplates about his decision before dialling John on his phone. It rings a couple of time before John finally picks up.

"Hey, Sherlock. Where are you?" His friend inquires

"Well, John. I'm not sure you are going to like my answer because I'm currently on a helicopter flying to Sherrinford."

"Why...Sher-... Why in the world are you there?"

"Visiting my lovely sister of course," Sherlock replies smoothly

"Sure you are, and I'm going to go have tea with the queen later"

"This wouldn't be the first time I'm visiting, is it?"

"Does this have anything to do with the golden envelope you received?"

"Who told you"

"Mrs Hudson, of course"

Sherlock shakes his head and looks out at the vast ocean below him.

"I won't be home for a couple days but if I don't come back within 2 weeks call the police. Also, don't go in my flat. Cheers" Sherlock says before hanging up his phone cutting John off of whatever he was going to say.

"Preparing for landing," the helicopter pilot states as the island comes into view. After the whole fiasco of Eurus controlling the whole Milford Haven, no one was allowed to make any contact with the Holmes sister except for family members. But something tells Sherlock that she had recently gotten a new visitor.

"Hello Mr Holmes, back so soon?" One of the head officers asks as he hands Sherlock his ID badge to get through the security checks.

"Yes," Sherlock replies curtly. He then turns to look at the officer and arches one of his eyebrow.

"Has Eurus gotten any new visitors?" Sherlock asks curiously already knowing the answer but wanting to toy with the security head.

"No," the office states nervously.

"Because if she did you would have reported to me right?" Sherlock says smirking to himself as he enters the elevator shaft alone.

"O-O-Of course, sir," he says before Sherlock throws him a cheeky wink and the elevator doors close shut. The elevator begins to descend to the lowest level of the facility where none of other than the troublesome Holmes resides.

"Brother of mine, didn't think you would make it on time," He hears the voice of his sister state as the elevator doors open. Also talking in rhyme now is she?

"Any new friends?" Sherlock asks, taking long strides towards the cell where his sister is kept.

"Just one. Quite lovely. Very fond of her, actually. She's not as closed minded as the rest of you," She says as she approaches the glass wall that separated them.

"Then where is she," Sherlock asks, looking around her cell for any clues.

"A genius she is, but an impatient one as well," His sister starts off as she walks along the glass, touching the smooth surface slowly.