Did You Miss Me?

Moriarty is back. Suspicion fills Sherlock's mind when they come into contact with another Moriarty. Not Jim. Alexa. The good side of Moriarty's family. When the boys get to attached to her, and Moriarty comes after her, what will Sherlock and John do to protect the girl they've both come to care for?


2. An East Wind Is Coming

“Sherlock Holmes! I am not your housekeeper!” Mrs Hudson shouted as he and John ran down the stairs. The two had left the flat in a mess, so hence the shouting.

“Sorry Mrs H! Important business!” John shouted back up the stairs. There was a loud audible sigh which made both of them laugh slightly. When they reached the street, Sherlock immediately hailed a taxi.

“Scotland Yard.” He said to the driver as John followed him into the cab.

“So, we’re going to see Lestrade…” John said.

“And Mycroft, I told him to meet us there.”

*   *   *

“Sherlock. John. How are you both?” Mycroft greeted both of them as they got out of the taxi.

“We’re fine, but we need to speak to Lestrade so hurry.” John handed the money to the driver and turned to run into the building.

“THAT’S NOT OUR DIVISION!” They heard an angry Lestrade shout from the end of the corridor, then a door slammed.

The three of them made their way down the corridor towards Lestrade’s office.  “Oh, you’re here.” He said looking slightly shocked at the sight of them. “Sit down.” The three of them sat in front of Lestrade.

“Moriarty. He’s going to impersonate Jack the Ripper. No he won’t do it himself though, he doesn’t like getting his hands dirty.” Sherlock said, leaning forward and putting his elbows on the desk.

“I see.” He said, looking towards John, who just shrugged his shoulders. “Mycroft, can I speak with Sherlock and John alone for a minute.” Lestrade nodded towards the tall man, with the umbrella over his arm, who nodded and walked towards to door.

“What’s wrong Lestrade?” John asked softly.

“A young girl has been found. She was extremely beaten, shaken up, struggling to breathe. She’s in intensive care.” Lestrade looked Sherlock straight in the eyes.

“What does that have to do with me?” he asked sincerely.

“We need to put her somewhere she’ll be safe.” Sherlock began shaking his head.

“No. she won’t be safe with us.”

“Wait Sherlock, maybe she will. If she’s under our protection, then whoever was beating her up can’t get to her, because they’ll get found out by you.” John said softly.

“Her names Alexa, that’s all she was able to tell us before she passed out, she looks about 16, so she needs a legal guardian.” Lestrade continued.

“Sherlock, we might be her only hope.” John looked over as his tall best friend, his big eyes boring straight into his head.

“Fine.” Sherlock gave in.

“Thank you. I’ll take you down to her as soon as you’ve told me everything that you know. And John, can you call Mycroft back in?” Lestrade started writing out some stuff and John headed to the door and called Mycroft back in.

*   *   *

“Molly, can you take us to a young girl, name of Alexa?” Sherlock said over the phone. “Thank you!” he hung up.

“She’s infatuated with you, you know that.” John said as they both clambered into the back of the taxi, with Lestrade in tow, and headed to Bart’s Hospital.

“She’s not.” He said looking out of the window, taking in the street as if it was the last time he would see it.

“Sherlock, you are blind my friend.” John sighed and Lestrade let out a small laugh, making the others begin laughing.

Not long after the laughter had died down, they were at Bart’s, stood at the doors to Intensive Care. Molly had joined them, though she technically wasn’t supposed to, but she was on a break, so why not go and see the world’s only consulting detective?  

“We’re here to see Alexa? Police brought her in this morning.” Lestrade told the nurse walking towards them.

“She’s awake and talking, you can go down to her if you like? I’ll show you the way.” She smiled softly as Lestrade and Sherlock followed her.

“I need to get back to work, tell them I said I’ll see them soon?” Molly said, patting John’s arm. He nodded in response and followed them down the ward.

“Who are you?” the young girl asked lying in the bed. Many wires and tubes were attached to her arms and she was on a ventilator.

“I’m DI Lestrade, this is Sherlock Holmes and DR John Watson. They’re going to be looking after you until you are well enough to move on.” Lestrade said softly. She looked over at Sherlock and tears began to well in her eyes.

“I follow your cases. You really are incredible.” She sighed in admiration.

“Don’t encourage him, you’ll regret it.” John said lightly, earning a death glare from Sherlock. “I’m only telling the truth!” He retorted, lifting his hands up in mock fear.

“I think you’ll be fine at 221B with us” Sherlock said with a smile. “What’s your full name?”

“Alexa Moriarty.”

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