Sophia Holmes and the Geek Interpreter (Sherlock's Daughter Fanfic) *Completed*

Chapter Six

The next day, we decide Chris is ready to stage the fight, so dad delves into his wardrobe to look for a disguise which will pass us off as terrorists. After the case of the Blind Banker, dad and I stole some of their ninja costumes, so we use them and by the time I've finished pinning them into place, the robes look fairly convincing.

We organise to meet Chris in Soho at around midday, where we plan on causing some general trouble before he'll run in on us.

"Are you sure this is going to work?" John asks. This morning, I thought he looked excited, now sense has taken over and he's realising how ridiculous this idea is.

"We're almost there now," dad says, ignoring him.

"No, Sherlock -"

"It'll be fine," I reassure him. "We won't be there for too long, and our faces are covered - there's no way anyone will recognise us." Except from our rather distinctive heights, of course.

As we reach the agreed area, we leap into action, pulling over crates of fruit from outside one of the shops and tipping over tables. As an added bonus, our actions are in the blind spot of the nearby security cameras - I made sure of that before we got here. There are shouts and screams from the surrounding area, and many threats are thrown of calling the police. But we continue until we see the rather disturbing sight of Chris Melas in his tight blue lycra Latimer costume and as he sees us, he launches into action. I'm the first one to take Latimer on. One, two. Two punches thrown at his chest which he grabs and holds tight, swinging me around so that my arms are held, rather awkwardly, behind my back until he shoves me over. This is my cue to leave, so, nodding at dad and John that the first scene has gone painlessly, I sprint away from the fight and around the corner, splitting the watching crowd.

From my position in the alley, I watch as dad and John perform their rehearsed moves, which include John launching himself onto Latimer's back as he tackles with dad on the ground. At last, they exchange glances and follow my path off to the alleyway. Chris stays behind and as we ease our masks off from the shadows. Melas does the same in front of his audience.

"I am not a superhero," he begins, his voice shaking slightly as he speaks to his audience. "And the KRATIDES do not exist. For the last few months, I have been influenced to believe that I was going insane - that I was seeing things that no one else could. It destroyed my life. I have a few people to thank for helping me discover that I was being used as advertisment for the publishers of the KRATIDES graphic novels. They have helped me get my life back, and I owe them so much for doing so. I'm so sorry for any disturbance our performance may have caused today. Thank you." He bows out, and then sprints off in the other direction, leaving a stunned silence behind him, followed by an applause.