Killed & Waiting - Sherlock Holmes

The Blue Eyed Killer

"Well that was easy. Only exactly 42 seconds to solve that case. Why the hell did you drag me out the house for that!" Sherlock holmes said with attitude towards John watson as usual. They drove into Baker Street and got out from there normal method of trasport. "Stupid taxi" Sherlock muttered. John just ignored him and roled his eyes at his pethtic egerance. The sky was perfect blue with the sun smiling on them "He's such a dick" John muttered to the taxi driver and gave him his money. The taxi drove off glistening in the sun light. Unfortunately his best friends hearing was imaclet. "Pardon" sherlock said with emusment as the taxi left "Oh...I said its a nice day" nice cover up Watson, he thought to himself.

As they both wallked in to the apartment 221B. Sherlock already new who was waiting for him. Or so he thought. " Hello little brother " Mycroft said with grace as he turned around to face his brother. "I have a suprise for you" he continued. "Oh.. for god sake not another boring case for you're imature government. It's.." before he could finish his little Child like paddy a young girl cault his attention. She was sitting in his set was the only thing he could think of. And then he got to work. Young, 16 maybe 17, jet black hair wavy the half up style thingy, perfect face, blue eyes. No. Blue eyes with green colour around the pupils. blue leather jacket, biker like, high wasted dark blue jeans, brown boots, cleaned up well, lonly, no relatives... alive? Armed with several hand guns...

" killer "Sherlock said out loud. Everyone looked at him confused but the strange girl just looked straight though him and smiled sweetly showing her dimples and high cheek bones. "You are most likely trying to figure out who I am and why im here sir. Well im here to protect you Mr Homes and to keep you company. Im a trained killer and high personal spy. Ohhh and by the way, I could read you in to seconds" she said with a blank expression and then smiled at his brother. Sherlock holmes could not get anything. He looked at her and looked at her and all he could think was 'killer'. Only one question he asked her just one which would got round his psychopathic mind for months to come." This is Sherlock holmes my brother " Mycroft explained pointing to Sherlock. "Socialpath who does not trust those who... has a phypathic tendency to.." the girl and Sherlock finished together" "who are you "  He couldn't ever resist a good problem to solve. Especially a problem witch his brother put in front of him. The blue eyed girl smiled sweetly again but also with something else he could not quie put his finger on and said enstad" busy day in the lab?" Sherlock looked at his sleave an noticed all kinds of substances on his coat and lines on his hand where he had been holding on to with his right hand.  Sherlock was impressed., she saw the smallest detals.  He new she was clever.  He looked at her and raised his right eyebrow showing that he was in fact right haned in response to this Th blue eyed girl smiled again and said in response "who do you think I am?"

With that Sherlock looked clocer "On your hand gun straped to your right leg it has M.R.L.H painted on the barrel of the gun in small gold letters.  It's chiped though so you have had it a long time and you have killed many men with that gun, but its your favourite gun you have re painted it a couple of times, its also on your right side so you are right haned and thats also why its your favourite gun. Its special to you some how.  Bithday present? No? It was you're mothers? No. It was the first gun you killed a man with... Anyway Did i get eveything?  Of corse i did, now M.R.L.H. I'm guessing that is your..." The killer introped him again "Mizza - Rose Lilly Holmes.   I am you're niece " She smiled and Mycroft and then back to Sherlock. She was very impressed with him as was Sherlock with her.  John was confused as ever and mumbled "what ".   Mizza laughed at the startled man. He was a doctor from afgastan.  Seen way too much but addited to a serten life style always beeing in danger. Mizza then continued talking " As John won't be with you as much and you are some what of a clebaty now.  You need me.  Definitely if Jim really is back " she said calmly and raised her right eyebrow.  "Well ummm... John is my partner.   I already have a packer and a best friend " Sherlock said sternly. "Maybe she is right Sherlock.   I can't be here all the timefor you.  I have Mary my Wife and little Aubrey to look after and then there is my job..." John started to trail off felling sad by he will eventually be replaced by a better version of him "Not like you are goning to replace me girl" Watson said stenly.   They both smiled excped for Mycroft he wallked off while they were talking.  " Im Johon Watson by they was and this is Sherlock Holms. You pobulay know that but... oh well Its manners" Watson stameres. Mizza smiled at him and walled to her room witch was once his. 

Mizza new she had to keep all her secrets to her self only Mycroft new them.  The one person she really wanted to see again was Marry Watson.