Courtney Moriarty always stood apart from the crowd. She had grown up on the streets of London with her younger brothers. Their was only one thing holding her onto sanity... her best friend Sherlock Holmes.
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I groan in annoyance as the sun shines on my face. I fully acknowledge the fact that Julia probably took pictures. Sherlock is lying down next to me fast asleep. I turn over so I'm facing him and softly ruffle his hair before getting dressed and head to work.
"Courtney, come on. There's been an explosion at Baker street." Greg says.
I instantly leap to my feet and snatch Anderson's car keys. What?It's not like I have a car...
I can hear Anderson yell, ''That's my car!'' as I drive off. I make a half an hour drive in 10 minutes. Don't worry, I didn't kill anyone... yet. I open the door to 221 B Baker Street and sprinted up the stairs.
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding when I saw Sherlock was perfectly fine. Seconds later, John pops into the room.
"I saw it on my telly. Are you ok?" John asks.
"You better be." I mutter as I remove the violin out of his hands and sit on his lap.
"Hmm? Oh right. I'm perfectly fine. It was a gas leak apparently." Sherlock announces as he toys with my hair.
"Gas leak my arse." I seathe to myself. Deep down , I knew this was Jim's way of sending a warning.
"What?" Sherlock says confused.
"Oh, nothing. I need to check on something. See you around Mycroft.'' I announce as I storm out of the room. I think it's about time me and Jim have a talk.
"Oh, sweetie. Your limo is here.'' Mrs. Hudson exclaims as I exit the room.
'' Ah, thank you Mrs. Hudson." I say as I fly down the stairs. I can feel Mycroft and Sherlock's eyes on me as I angrily storm up to the limo and get in. Jim's gotten better at deducing. Last time I was this angry at him, I had to take a cab.
I march up the stairs, my blue coat bellowing behind me like a cape. I reach the living room where Jim sat, a tray of tea to his right.
"Ah, hello sister dearest. Fancy a cup of tea?" Jim says with a smirk. I grab the cup and splash the tea into his face. Then I pour myself another cup and take a sip.
"Ah yes. That was quite satisfying." I reply.
"Hmm. That was quite rude you know. I do believe you have been spending too much time with Sherlock. " Jim decides as he wipes the tea off his face.
" Well, brother darling, don't try blowing up my friends. Now what do you plan on doing?" I say as I finish my cup of tea.
"Ohh, you know me. I never get my hands dirty." Jim answers.
"Fine. What will Sebastian be doing?" I restate.
"You know how much I love to see Sherly dance." Jim retorts.
"Oi, get your own boyfriend! B****.'' I snap.
"Jerk. Anywho, sister dearest, you will be playing a HUGEroll in my little fairy tail." Jim announces with an immature giggle.
"Any ways, I need to get going." I say as I start to exit the room. Everything was slowly getting pieced together. I was going to be Sherlock's downfall.
"I'm afraid I can't let that happen." Jim calmly states as a cold metal touches my skin. How did I not notice the fact that he had a gun in his pocket?
