Sherlock threw his head back in frustration. It was so simple. How could he not have seen it before! God, he had underestimated the opponent by so much. And now his sister was involved. That could only lead to ruin. He hadn't thought much of the case to start, and Enola had only been waiting at home with him for Watson to get back from his surgery.

But then the phone call came in. The most intriguing link to the Moriarity puzzle. There was a wing in America, of course. Land of the entrepreneurs and dare he say it- that foul, foul drink, coffee. But who was running it?!  Moriarty didn't have any close family or friends, so who could it be? That was the question that had played Sherlock for weeks now. It was so simple.

He had underestimated again. He had thought there must be limits to how far is arch nemesis was willing to go. He was wrong. The only logical explanation was that Moriarty had children. At least one child that is. Someone he could easily reign over someone too carry on his legacy. Probably a boy given the bias of gender in this current era. So what did he have to work with?

A boy, a descendant of the worst criminal in the world. Probably very intelligent and tricky just as his father. Quite possibly already a killer. Can't be older than 18. So he had a criminal masterminded minor. And this kid- this little devil was going to make his life so much more interesting. 

A very small part of his mind whispered to him though. There's no way a kid could have grown up in that sort of situation without damage to their soul, to their mind, their heart...

This case was already looking delicious. And then back to the major problem. Enola. He had promised she could help with this case. He was an idiot for that wasn't he? He couldn't risk enola's life- he wouldn't he'd made a promise to their mother, to the Duke of Tewksbury, and to John. 

John. 

The most important person in the world. John Watson his blogger and his best friend. And some days it felt like they were more.

Sherlock snapped back to attention out of his mind Palace now and faced enola and Watson who sat across from him. "We're going to America. Pack your bags." Watson exploded in questions. Enola just stared at him. "Sorry what-?!" "America?!"

This was going to be interesting wasn't it. A few hours later, bags packed they walked out to the airport. John still looked flabbergasted, Enola however looked far too pleased with herself to be coming along. The detective quite wanted to snap some sense into her. "You understand this isn't a fun matter, don't you, sister?" he finally said with a roll of his eyes. "That grin on your face could have fooled anyone." countered Enola quite smartly to be honest. Sherlock felt a surge of pride but quickly shoved it back down.

They cleared the security lines quite fast. John tried to pet the security dog and got yelled at. That seemed fair and John looked adorable, absolutely adorable when he blushed in embarrassment! They got sandwiches and tea, John forcing some down Sherlock's throat. The plane ride was long and bumpy, the flight tenants annoying and very rude. 

Sherlock tried to go to his mind Palace but kept getting awoken by the loud thumps from the overhead compartments.

They finally landed after a long of maybe 6 to 9 hours. Painfully cramped they all got up and strode out of the airport. The streets were loud and bustling, cabbies and people mingling, smoking and selling, exchanging products right here out on the street.

"Here we are. America. Let's see just how free these people are."