A gunshot sounded. (Y/n) braced herself for the pain, but it didn't come. She opened her eyes to see Alfred, falling to the floor. In the doorway was Greg, holding a gun. He knew! Of course. She was convinced he haven't noticed the hatred their stepfather had for Julius Lestrade. Their father was a detective, he had never trusted him, always wondering, why his wife had liked the man. Seems like Alfred wanted his enemy's family - to torment them, to .
That thoughts lasted just a few moments. Greg ran to his sister and quickly released her from the ropes.
"Are you alright?"
"Yes, you were just in time."
Sherlock ran in, with Watson in tow.
"Hands in the... Graham?"
(Y/n) frowned. How did they...
"We slipped you a GPS." - explained John. - "But how did he know where you were?"
"It's elementary, John" - said Sherlock, looking around - "it's their old house."
"And her old room."
The woman chuckled, seeing the consuling detective's expression. She thought that she could like Mycroft. He was funny.
"Don't worry, dear. My people had already arrested your mother's killer. He will spend the rest of his life in prison."
Greg hugged his sister tightly. It was going to be hard time for (Y/n) and him - dealing with their mother's death, nad with the recent events. But for now, it was over. They were safe.
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A/N: Hi, readers! This is the end of an actual story, but I have planned short endings for Sherlock, John and Mycroft. Hope you liked the story. Bye!
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FanfictionShe was in danger. She decided to run for help to the only person she trusted - her brother. But maybe she will find someone else who could make her feel safe?
