The Game Is On

Chapter Two

'People cry not because they're weak, but because they've been strong for too long'

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Baker Street
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Joseph Watson-Holmes had never seen his twin sister cry. Not even when she fell over in the playground at school. He didn't even see her cry when their mother cried. Sure her eyes were red and puffy after exiting her room, but he never SAW her cry. Just like he had never seen his father cry. Boo was exactly like her father in terms of emotions and personality. Even looks. Except her tan skin of course, that was all Mykala.
Despite all of this, Jospeh had walked into 221B Baker Street to see his sister, Boo, on the floor of the kitchen crying her eyes out. Pieces of paper littered the flat and on the wall opposite the fireplace was a collection of documents, photos and other objects that would class as evidence in a murder investigation, were linked up by red string that Boo had found in her fathers stuff. Joseph was puzzled at why Boo was crying however, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The only thing that he saw as strange was the 5'10 on the floor.
"Boba?" Jo calls out to his sister as he lowers his bag off his shoulder and rushes over to her once he sees her tear stained face. He is quick to wrap an arm around her and pull her into his lap in a comforting way he remembers their Uncle doing when Martha would hurt herself. "What's wrong Boba? Whats happened?" He quizzically asks her while stroking her hair away from her face as the tears continue to pour from her eyes.
"I-I-I don't know where to start. I have no idea how to go about solving cases, I don't know where to begin with everything. I've never done this alone. I've always had Dad with me every step of the way. I just don't know what to do" Boo breaks down again, crying into her brothers arms as he shushes her again.
"Shhhh, Boba, you aren't alone. I know that dads not here, I know you used to do it with him all the time but you have me. You have Martha and we even have Rosie. Everybody is here to help you, they just may take a little convincing" Jo supports his sister, Boo looks up into her brothers eyes, a hint of pride swelling in her chest.
"You would do that?" Boo sniffles and wipes her tears away as she pulls away from her brother to make sure he is telling the truth.
"Stop analysing me and lets get to work with the others" Jo speaks suddenly standing up and holding his hands out to his sister.
"Sorry. Can't help it." Boo laughs slightly, taking her brothers hands and pulling herself up off the floor.
"Can I ask you a question boo?" Jo runs his hands through his hair before following his sister into the living room of Baker Street.
"Uh-oh it's serious now you're using my actual name, am I in trouble?" Boo asks her older brother as she grabs her coat slowly putting it on.
"When you found dad, your report to the officer was that you came over to make sure that he took his tablets. Dad didn't have any medical conditions. What tablets did he have to take Boo?" At this question Boo freezes in place, her arm half way through the sleeve of her coat, she slowly finishes putting the jacket on and avoids eye contact with her older brother.
"Tablets? Are you sure I said tablets?" Boo tries to dodge the question however her brother stands there with a strong look on his face and arms folded over his chest.
"Boo" Joseph says threateningly and gives his sister a pointed look.
"Joseph" Boo mocks by putting her hands on her hips and planting a fake smile on her lips, after looking into her brothers eyes she drops the act and sighs deeply. "Look, Dad took tablets for something that nobody else but me and Uncle John knew about. That's how dad wanted it. If you and Martha had been around more then you may have known but he didn't want you to know and so, you didn't know okay." At this explanation her brother sighed loudly before dropping his arms and letting a tear fall from his eyes.
"Look, I know I wasn't there for dad. I know I wasn't around that much for either of you, or for anyone but myself. I'm sorry for that and if I could do it all differently then I would." Joseph explained to his sister who looked sadder than she did a minute ago when she was joking around. The past couple of weeks her brother had almost become a cold hearted man around anybody but his close family and even then he tried not to show too many emotions. Just like Sherlock had done.
"Jojo. I will tell you but I think all three of you should know. It's up to Rosie to tell William. He's still in Majorca at the moment." Boo explains before grabbing her brothers coat and passing it to him. She was never very good at comforting people when they were upset, even when Martha would demand that she helped in difficult situations. "Now get your coat on, we got work to do" Boo smiles to her brother and opens up the door of 221B Baker Street and steps out onto the streets of London.

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That Coffee Shop, London
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Rosamund Mykala Watson was very confident within herself, she always got what she want when she wanted it and she thanks her blonde hair and her height for it. For years she was a small round child, she was always seen as the baby of the family, even when her younger brother was around. However, she took after her mother in a lot of ways, she was fiesty, stubborn but elegant. Those elements of her were always out shined by the ones she took on from her father. On top of those attributes she was loud mouthed, opinionated, short tempered but a very caring and loving person. She had a lot of love to give, she gave a lot of love to her family, so much so that she didn't have a relationship or many friendships. Her closest friend was Boo Holmes. Her cousin. They were inseparable up until Boo's older teenage years when she attended university. Since then Rosamund has been flitting in and out of her families life. She would often go chase the sun with her brother who continued to travel to world and help out in countries that were less fortunate, or she would be helping her dad at his doctors surgery that he opened up. Sometimes she would help Mycroft Holmes set up a new government, despite it being a very difficult task. But she never had time for herself. That's why since her Uncle Sherlock died, she has made it a priority to look after herself a lot more. Over the past month she was often found in a different coffee shop every day, reading up on the government and writing up contracts. In the last year she had gone from helping Mycroft out, to taking over his position in the British Government. She was officially above the monarchy, which of course now was King William and Queen Katherine, or as she personally called them Will and Kate.
Since she had taken up the hobby of dining at different cafes, she had become particularly difficult to find when people needed her as she always made to keep a low profile. That is another reason why she was shocked to see Martha Holmes sat in front of her.
"Rosie. Glad to see you. We need to talk" Martha declared as she took Rosamund, or Rosies, coffee cup and took a sip.
"Talk about what Martie? I'm kind of busy running the government here" At this comment Martha looked around the establishment not really having much care for it.
"That's what your doing? In this place? How odd. Uncle Mike always used an office." Martha spoke up crossing her arms over her chest and leaning back in her chair cockily. Her arrogance coming through, a definite attribute she inherited from her father.
"Well that was Mycrofts way. This is my way. How'd you find me anyway?" Rosie asked looking up slightly to lock eyes with her youngest cousin before turning her attention back to her work.
"We're going on a field trip to Barts. Boo and Jo want us" Martha stands up suddenly and waits for her cousin to do the same. Sighing rather loudly, Rosamund stands up from her chair and clicks her fingers, a man dressed all in black walks over and starts collecting all the files together as she slides her jacket on and grabs her umbrella. "Very inconspicuous Rosie." Martha rolls her eyes before walking out of the cafe followed by her cousin who radiated confidence and importance.