I've been running all my life. Away from the horrid memories of the sacrifices my mother made to protect me, and to protect my name from this evil world we live in...
But everything's changed...
I've recently found out my mother was murdered by a psychopath; choosing the wrong pill in a game of chance that would give away her secret. That gave away my name.
That cost her her life...
I heard a man named Sherlock Holmes had solved my mother's case along with others who had fallen of the same fate. I must find him so I can warn him: for he does not know what he has gotten himself into...


13. The Late Birthday Suprise

After I tell John it was my birthday yesterday, he takes me out to celebrate by grabing a coffee and a slice of pound cake, then we have a nice little chat at the cafe. During our chat, however, I feel my phone buzz. I pull it out to reveal a text from Sherlock:

Come to St. Barts.

Take John with you.


P.S. Happy Birthday.

I smile as I look up from my phone and tell John to call us a cab for St. Barts.


When we arrive, it's awfully quite, at least until John takes us to the lab where Sherlock is with a nice young lady whom I've never seen before. Sherlock doesn't even look up from his microscope when he hands me a small rectangular box tied up with a nice dark blue ribbon. I look at John hesitantly, but he nods that it's okay. I untie the ribbon and put it to the side as I lift the lid off of the box. My eyes widen at the sight of a beautiful silver necklace with the most gorgeously dark blue charm in the shape of a rain drop.

"May I?" Sherlock says, now finally looking up from his microscope. I nod. He gets up off his stool and takes the necklace gently from my hands. I pull up my hair as Sherlock goes behind me and clips the necklace together. I turn around and give him the biggest hug I can fathom. Sherlock wraps his arms around me in a more comfortable way than last time.

"So...is this that new flatmate you've been telling me about?" the woman in the room asks.

"Oh, sorry Molly. This is Rachel. Rachel, this is Molly. She works here in the morgue." Molly gives a little wave.

"It's nice to meet you Rachel." She says politely. "Sherlock's told me a lot about you." I look at Sherlock hesitantly.

"Oh really? Well, I hope they were all good things, but knowing Sherlock they probably weren't." Molly and I laugh. Sherlock gives me an odd face, but then starts to smile just a bit.

"I just remembered I left my riding crop in the mortuary again, pardon me." Sherlock then gets up and leaves. My phone suddenly buzzes, notifying that someone texted me.

tick tock ms. wilson



"Oh god..." I say under my breath. I excuse myself as I go out into the hall and reply to the unknown number.

what do you want?

I wait.

My phone vibrates again.

for you to be in everlasting pain

And again.

lovely necklace by the way...

I look around nervously as I realize this creep has eyes on me. There's no one else in the hall, and no one has passed by me...


Then I realize.


I turn my head towards the security cameras lining the hallway.




I text a reply as fast as my fear-filled hands would let me.

mycroft i know its you

I wait.

No reply.

mycroft stop fucking around i know its you

No reply.


No reply.

I rush to mortuary, but stop myself before I grab the door handle.

"They won't believe you, Rachel..." I start saying to myself. I start pacing as my thoughts race through my options. "They all think Mycroft is helping and not a perverted power-obsessed freak. Maybe PJ...no, I don't want to put him in danger. Hell, I don't want to put anyone in danger..."

I then came to a conclusion.

I would have to go face Mycroft.



With no backup of I get put in danger.


Time to go on an adventure.

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