Sherlock Holmes

You were at the fire station, scrolling on your phone to check today's news and drinking your favorite tea when Robert, one of your colleague, came into the break room. He seemed to be in a rush. 

"Hurry up" he told you. "We got some job to do."

" What job ?" you then asked.

" An old lady called" he explained. "Her name is...Martha Hudson" he informed you while checking the call report. 

" What happened ?" 

" One of her tenant was making an experiment when the vials exploded. The kitchen is apparently on fire. The said tenant seems to be unconscious. The second one is a doctor." 

You nodded and sat down in the fire engine, on the driver's side. You drove to the address Rob gave you : 221 B Baker Street. The agents of Scotland Yard were already there. You saw your uncle Greg next to the lying body of an unconscious man. You uncle took two steps to hug you quickly. 

" Do you know him ?" You asked, pointing the lying man out. 

" A friend of mine" he replied, quite worried. 

You nodded again and turned around to see Rob talking with an old lady who was, you assumed, that Mrs Hudson who called earlier. The kitchen was far from on fire, only the microscope which was making some sparks, but the landlady was visibly shocked so you decided to let her with Rob and took care of the man on the ground. 

" Sir ?" you called. "Sir, can you hear me ?" 

After a few calls he finally opened his eyes, which were as blue as the spring sky. You let out a small gasp before him but then went professional again. You examined his perfect eyes, took his blood pressure and asked him questions. 

"What's your name, sir ?"

" The name's Sherlock Holmes". 

"Do you know where we are ?" 

"221 B Baker Street"

You smiled a little bit and turned to face your uncle and the second tenant you recognised to be John Watson. You greeted him and announced that Sherlock will be fine in a few days. You drove him to the hospital where he was taken care of. 

John Watson 

You were in your book shop, as everyday, with the same habits. Opening the shop, turn the lights on, sitting at the counter et waiting for customers. Today was as every other days, but you were stressed, as always. Always looking at the door, in case he will be back for you. Always jumping when you heard a sound, no matter which one. It was a little bit tiring to be truly frank, but you knew it was for the best. You were under federal protection, after all, and the man who initiated the protocol promised you will be safe. 

On that special day, there were no one in the shop. You were reading a particularly interesting novel when you heard the door bell and jumped from your seat in a defensive position. A quite short man stood there, a little smile on his face. He had large shoulders and short blond hair, almost grey. He was wearing a leather jacket and didn't seem to have bad intentions against you. 

"Hello" you said politely. "May I help you, sir ?" 

" Well, I was just having a walk in the streets but...why not. What do you sell here ?" 

" We have novels, short stories, poems, traveling books, pens, letter paper, ink, note books...what would you like ?"

He seemed to think and shook his head. 

" My flat mate, very bothering, borrows my laptop all the time, no matter if I agreed or not, and in those moments I still need a support to write on so...I think I'll let myself tempted by a note book or two." 

You then gave him advices and he took a black and a blue tartan note book. He paid at the checkout et thanked you. He also asked for your visit card which you gave him just after. He read the name on it. 

" (False Name), Books seller and writer....Well, I'm pretty sure to come back soon" he promised. 

" Sir ?" you called before he left. 

" Yes ?" 

" May I have your name too ?" 

" Yes, sorry of course, I'm John Watson, and I was pleased to meet you" 

As soon as he left your shop, you called Mycroft to do his research about that man. It was bothering, tiring, but it was the protocol for your own safety. 

Gregory Lestrade

You were on a new case. Your boss asked you to work on the murder of a twenty-year-old junkie in an isolated squat. You were on your way to the crime scene and then you arrived, parked your car. You were supposed to work with the murder division but you didn't know anyone from there. Fortunately, you noticed Sherlock who was already there with his best friend John Watson. You came to them with a crooked smile. 

" Hi Junkie" you greeted Sherlock. 

" Hi copper" He greeted you back, still observing the dead man body. 

John repressed a smile and said hello to you before he turned to the unknown man who was with them. You looked at him with interest and scrutinised him. He was quite tall, with silver hair, wide opened hazel eyes and a warm smile on his face. He was wearing a long coat and he had a thermos of coffee. 

" Hello" he just said. "Do you know each other ?" he asked pointing on you and then on Sherlock. 

" Obviously, Gabe" Sherlock replied. "She wouldn't come to greet us if I didn't know her. Even your tiny mind could deduce that". 

"Please, Sherlock, be nice with you colleague" you threatened him carefully. "You don't want me to tell Mycroft you've fallen back onto your old demons, do you ?" 

Sherlock frowned but did no longer reply. He knew you were able to lie to his big brother to annoy him. The said Gabe smile and you spoke : 

" Sorry about him, Inspector...Gabe ?" 

" It's Greg, actually. DI Gregory Lestrade but you can call me Greg. And it's okay, I'm used to it. And you are ?" 

" Sergent Y/N  Y/L/N, from the drug squad. Nice to meet you" You smiled. 

The silver fox smiled back and you started your investigations. 

Mycroft Holmes

" Demain, dès l'aube, à l'heure où blanchit la campagne, Je partirai. Vois-tu, je sais que tu m'attends. J'irai par la forêt, j'irai par la montagne. Je ne puis demeurer loin de toi plus longtemps" You paused. "Who can tell me where was this extract taken from ?"

You students thought about the answer when a voice, coming from the back of the lecture room, spoke. 

" Demain dès l'aube, from Victor Hugo." 

All the students were astonished and turned to the unknown man. He was tall, with dark reddish hair. He was wearing a complete grey suit with a navy blue tie and was leaning on an umbrella, although it was sunny outside. You immediately recognised him and frowned. 

" Indeed, thank you. Now, about Victor Hugo..." 

A went on your lesson, there was half an hour left. Then, you let your students free but the man was still there. He approached and a younger woman with brown curly hair came too, chatting on her Blackberry. You crossed your arms on your breast. 

"What do you want ?" You asked

" My name is Mycroft Holmes, and...."

" I know who you fucking are", you interrupted him angrily. "My question was : What. Do. You. Want ?"

" Your leg work skills" he answered. "For a mission on which depends the safety of the government." 

" No."

" I beg your pardon ?" he asked. 

" It's a no, mister Holmes. You may not remember me, but I perfectly know who you are and I refuse to be on a mission again. I retired years ago because of you, the Ice Man. You don't have a heart, sir. And I'm not helping a man who let my friend died. Now if you'll excuse me..."

You took your items and left the lecture room without a look for them two. You were angry and had tears at the edge of your eyes. You won't go on a mission again, never. 

Molly Hooper 

Sherlock asked you to check on some DNA for a case. It was your break time at the hospital so you just went to the labs in the basement while you were there. There were no one in the corridors and the first lab you found has its door already unlocked so you simply came in and started your work. A quarter of an hour has just passed by when you heard the door, but you didn't look up from your microscope for all that. 

" Oh Sherlock I didn't except you here today" a soft female voice said. 

You then looked up to see a young woman, almost your age, looking at you with confusion in her eyes. She had  light-brown hair tied in a ponytail. She was wearing a light pink blouse and a white lab coat. She turned pale when she realised you weren't who she fought you were. 

" Oh I'm so sorry I thought you were a friend a mine you...you really look like him" 

Indeed, you had dark and curly hair, you were tall and skinny and you loved tight clothes. You also had the same cheekbones and pale complexion. 

" Physically yes" you kindly replied. "But mentally I'm closer to my older brother. The name's Y/N  Holmes"

" Molly Hooper. Wait...Does that mean you are...."

" Sherlock's twin, yes. And Mycroft's little sister" You proudly said the second part of the sentence, not really the first one. 

" He never talked to me about you" 

" He never does" you reassured her. " Tea ?" You then asked. 

" With Milk and two sugar lumps ?" She sighed

" Just like Sherlock" You thought. 

You stood from where you were and went out of the lab. You told her you won't be long and then went to bring her a cup of tea while the poor Molly started to realise she will be given tea for the first time by a Holmes family member. 

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