It was 7:00 am and my phone rang. I picked it up. It was Mycroft.
"Keyland? Are you alone?" Mycroft asked worriedly.
"Yeah why?" I said starting to panic.
"You may want to sit down." Myc says.
I sat down quickly.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Richard Brooke doesn't exist."
"I'm sorry what?"
"He isn't in any recorded database." Myc clarified.
"He must have erased himself..." I say.
"Yes that would be the only logical explanation." Myc agreed.
"So what happens now?" I ask.
"Andrea will talk to you about the details. But after Christmas we will be putting you under protection." Mycroft says sadly.
"Oh." I say surprised that he is showing any emotion.
"And it's probably best if you tell Sherlock." He says
"What do I say?"
"Tell him you are going to find your birth father." Myc says.
"I don't want to lie." I gasp.
"You will only be partly lying. I found him, he is in Ireland." Mycroft says.
"My birth father?" I ask in disbelief.
"Merry Christmas." Click.
I walked out of my room and into the living room. Sherlock was playing the violin it looked like he was composing. (Wedding waltz for John and Mary.)
He stopped when I walked in and the floor creaked.
"Keyland?" He asks quickly putting away his violin.
"Yeah its me. Can we talk?" I ask sadly.
"Sure. Whats wrong?" Sherlock asks, his eyes shining with concern.
"I have to go." I state.
"Go? Go where?" Sherlock sputters, sitting down beside me.
"I have to find my family." I say.
"Your family??? Keyland what are you talking about?"
"Mycroft found my birth father. I want to meet him." I say. There is an awkward silence.
"Where is he?" Sherlock says softly.
"Ireland." I say.
"No."
"Sorry?" I say.
"No you can't leave." Sherlock says forcefully.
"I wasn't asking for permission." I sass.
"Then I'm coming with you." Sherlock states.
"Sherlock you have your work." I say.
"I'm sure there is just as many criminals in Ireland." He says.
"Sherlock this is something I have to do on my own." I say firmly.
"I see. Did I do something to offend you?" He says sadly.
"No of course not Sherlock!" I gasp.
"And there is no way I could make you stay?" Sherlock says with a pondering look on his face.
"No I'm sorry. I'm leaving after Christmas." I say.
"I see." Said Sherlock as he walked out the door.
"Sherlock!" I yell after him.
But he had already gone.
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The Casebook of Keyland Jones.
FanficKeyland Jones' adventures with Sherlock Holmes. After eight years of knowing Sherlock Holmes you would think she would get used to his antics. Or maybe this man is just impossible. Deductions, Danger, Drama and more...
