(y/n)'s fingers trailed down the smooth red thread pinned to the wall. From the pictures, the maps, the newspaper articles, it all led to one thing. A photo of a (h/c) haired and (e/c) eyed girl. A grin found its ways to her lips, and she heard the floor creaking behind her, followed by a deep British voice.
"Mrs Hudson? Where's the blood sample I put in my room? I need it for a-", his eyes landed on the girl standing in the living room. "... for a case."
The criminal still faced the wall when she spoke.
"I have to admit I'm surprised. It's been a few weeks now. I thought you would've solved it by then."
The detective frowned.
"What are you-"
"I mean it's simple, really. Just a gunshot in a stomach. It's not like you found an elephant next to the body or anything..."
"Excuse me, who are-"
She ignored him and turned around, staring into his pale greenish blue eyes.
"What's so special about this case, Mr. Holmes?"
The curly haired man finally realized who he was talking to.
The sister. (y/n) (l/n).
A heavy silence filled the room as the two contemplated each other. She stared right in his calculating eyes and he, obviously, tried to read her.
'Twenty five years old. Damaged nails: hacker. Thief (?). (Right/left) handed. Not married.'
He narrowed his eyes, as he tried to see more, but he couldn't. She wouldn't let him. She stood there, staring back at him, and suddenly waved her hand at him.
"Hi.", she grinned.
"H-hello...?", Sherlock confusedly replied.
"I imagine you have questions for me."
He blinked, and nodded.
"Yes."
He took a look around him before talking again.
"How did you get in?", he asked, locking his eyes with hers.
"You haven't figured it out yet?",she replied.
"The window's opened. You could've climbed in easily without me noticing-"
"Wrong."
"Wr-What?"
"You're wrong. I didn't 'climbed in through the window'", she said, mimicking him. "I just knocked on the door."
"... Really?"
She hummed.
"Yup. I told your housekeeper I was a client and-"
"Landlady."
"What?", she blinked.
"Landlady. She's our landlady, not housekeeper. She does enjoy putting the emphasis on that."
"Oh, I see.", she grinned. "Well, I told her I was a client and that I wanted to talk to you, and she let me in. Mrs Hudson, right? She's really nice."
"Hmm. So, what brought you here?"
(y/n) took a glance at the wall behind her then looked back at Sherlock.
"Curiosity. I wanted to see what you got on... on my brother.", she shrugged.
He hummed again.
"Have you found what you are looking for?"
Every traces of grin that were still on the girl's face suddenly left it.
"Have you?"
He swallowed and tilted his head.
"... Not entirely, no."
"Hmm. You know there is a reason why you can't find who killed Bram."
Sherlock took a few seconds to answer, as he played with the button of his plum shirt.
"Did you find him?"
"Him?"
"Yes. The killer."
"Could be a 'she' too."
"Do you know which one it is?"
She looked away, but quickly met his eyes again.
"No.", she replied, shaking her head nonchalantly. "But It doesn't matter now."
Liar.
"No?", the detective asked, sceptical.
"No. You, of all people, should know that."
He furrowed his brows but waited for her to continue.
"It's always the 'why' first. Then the 'who'."
He nodded, agreeing with her. He did enjoy talking to that girl. She was smart, and quite interesting. He didn't believed she killed her brother, though. There was something she was hiding from him.
He was slightly lost in his thoughts, until a third voice interrupted him.
"You-hoo!..."
(y/n) and Sherlock both turned their heads towards the voice to be met by a small aged lady, wearing a warm smile and twinkling eyes. She held a tray, which had a teapot, two cups and two other matching containers that probably had milk and sugar in them.
"Sorry for interrupting. I just brought some tea.", she said sweetly.
She walked to a small table next to a chair in the living room and laid the tray on it. The other two watched her, and the detective let out a small sigh.
"So, how is everything working out?", the lady asked, turning back to them again, and then addressed to (y/n). "As he sorted it all out already?"
"Mrs Hudson, we are busy here.", Sherlock told her.
"Oh..."
"Don't worry.", the criminal said. "I was just leaving."
"Oh, alright.", Mrs Hudson added. "I leave you to alone then. You have a good day."
"You too. Thanks for the tea."
She nodded, still smiling, and left.
The criminal and the detective were by themselves again. Before he had the time to talk, she headed towards the door. Just as she was about to finally leave, Sherlock called to her.
"You didn't actually came here only because of curiosity."
She stopped in her tracks and turned around, leaning on the doorframe.
"You're right. I came here to warn you.", she said, very seriously now. "He's dangerous, Sherlock. Don't taunt him."
Her (e/c) eyes flickered to the picture and article covered wall in last time, and spoke one last time.
"'Cause he'll burn you."
Her lip trembled, her heart pounded. She swallowed, and left, finally. The sound of her footsteps echoed in the stairs, and then followed by the door opening and closing.
He's dangerous, Sherlock.
He'll burn you.
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The Thieving Magpie
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