The secret of Sherlock Holmes.

Sophia closely watches Sherlock Holmes solve his cases. Just trying to find his secret. His, well major weakness. But when her sister is killed by his enemy, will sherlock be the only one to help? Even if she would feel like punching him in the face? And would she have to encounter such a strange man? BBC Sherlock fan fic. I'm in love with this t.v show and encourage people to watch it. Sherlock and John Watson are actors Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman


8. Meeting his brother

I walked on the streets of London very mad at myself. I knew, I knew John would be expecting me at the café. But I couldn't make it. I was too displeased with myself to act normal. I mean, I just let my enemy get away and slip right through my hands. I took out my phone nearly crushing it and texted John that I could not come. Then continued to walk down the street trying to let it out. How could I let him get away like that? I was way too off guard and not concentrating at what was at hand. I wondered if this was why sherlock didn't eat. Because it distracts him? No. It slows him down. He mentioned that to Molly early when he was running his mouth again. It started to pour and I raised up my hood so I wouldn't get that wet. I sat down on a dry bench under a cover. As I was. Beginning to lecture myself mentally again, my phone kept ringing. "Hello?" I asked curiously. "Sophia", said a male voice on my phone. "Do you see the security camera on the upper-left building next to you?" I looked to my upper left. "Yes?" "Now to the upper right." I looked to my upper right. "Yes?" "And finally...the one in the middle." I looked at the middle of these buildings and saw yet again another security camera. "I see security cameras. So?" "Get in the car, sophia." I hesitated as he hung up. Then slowly lowered my phone and stepped inside the black taxi and we drove away. There was a girl right next to me on her phone seemingly obsessed with it. I raised my phone too and we both were texting at the exact same time. Text from John. Where are you? I couldn't answer the text right now. I had no idea where I was. We finally came to a construction site and I got out of the car. There was a man waiting there leaning on what I suppose was an umbrella. I walked up to him. "What do you need?" He leaned on it once again and said, "What is you're connection between Sherlock Holmes?" "I don't have one we just met." He smiled a bit. "You've recently moved in with him and John. Why?" "That...that I don't think is any of your business." "Well, we'll see." He walked away. "I am his friend." He turned around. "He doesn't have friends. I am the closest thing Sherlock Holmes is capable of having. I am his enemy." With that he walked away. The girl sitting next to me in the car said, "I am to take you home. Address?" "221B baker st." And we got in the car and drove away.

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