Chapter 1

"Dear Brother, how nice it is to see you" I said with bitter sweetness and stepping out of the carriage that had brought me to 221B baker street.

"I think there is no greater joy in the world for me than to see my baby sister" Sherlock said, the tension between us was so great that you could have cut it with a butter knife, we were both waiting for the other one to break. To understand this you must know that me and my brother as it is normal with siblings we also that rivalry going on. We try ever thing to get the better of the other one.

Finally the tension broke

"Still haven't found a suitable husband"

"Still in love with Irene"

"Still haven't let go of Venice"

"Still having…

"Ahh stop right there I am playing my Trump Card" he said triumphantly.

"What are you talking about you don't have a trump car" I shot back.

"Oh really, but here comes the Trump Card."

"Hey Watson" I said friendly hugging him as he reached the bottom of the stairs. Despite our first impressions of each other, he had wound his way into my heart and wasn't letting go, sadly he was oblivious to what he was holding.

"This isn't over yet brother" I hissed at him under my breath

"Oh really" he said just as hushed, and then louder to Watson "Watson, Lizzy here hasn't headed the good news yet."

"I am getting married" said Watson said loading boxes into the carriage that was obviously for his departure. At that moment a world even though a world of fantasy came crashing down around me.

½ of an hour later

Pleasantries were finally done. Watson had gone to have tea with his future in-laws. I let my rage and anger build up freely. I stormed into my brother's study.

"what were you thinking, brining me all the way from Paris, just so you can win a petty sibling rivalry, I was sitting by the Seine contemplating about how I was going to steal my next treasure, and then I get you note saying that I should drop everything and come back to London to work this marvelous case with you, if you wanted me to know that Watson was getting married a letter would have sufficed, you probably don't even have a case" I ranted.

"Now sister that isn't true at all, first of all we do have a case, and I could use an extra pair of eyes now that Watson is leaving" he said in his devil-may-care manner.

"What he is leaving? That would explain the boxes" I signed.

"Also I want you to help me keep Watson from making the biggest mistake of his life" he said clearly wanting to confuse me.

"And how do you suppose I pull that off" I said getting really pissed of now

"Oh that's easy, he has always been in love with you he is just to stubborn to admit it" he said as if we were talking about the weather.

"And then why is he marrying another woman?"

"Because he believes that if he marries another woman that the feelings he has for you will vanish" he said

"So in other words you just don't want Watson to leave. Sorry I am not your little pet brother. You said that you had a case" trying to get my thoughts of this very enticing idea.

"Well, yes it was Watson's and my last case together, the case of Lord Blackwood"

"Oh yeah crazy magic guy ok so what he was executed" I said failing to see the actual case at hand.

"Well he has risen from the dead"

What that's impossible

"No not impossible, just science"

"Ok fine what if…"

"Lizzy, Holmes are you in there" I heard Watson call from the outside great, exactly what I needed.

"What is it Watson unlike you we actually have a murder to solve" I replied

"Well in your busy schedule do you two have time for dinner?" he asked.

"Sure were"

"The royal"

"My favorite"

"Mary is coming"

"Sorry something came up"

"You are meeting her Holmes"

"I'll get him there Watson" I said

"Thanks Lizzy"

"No problem" not that I could have said no to him anyway.

Change of POV (Sherlock)

If it was any other man had asked she would have flat out refused to go, but no Watson was special he could have her bow down to a sexist pig in two seconds if he wanted to.

Back to the case, I said "Watson you can leave now, since you are no longer working with us"

"Alright Blackwood guy was rich, famous and deranged had tons of good treasures to steal" That was my sister for you, the second stealing and conning was mentioned, she would be perfect. In essence my sister was a con-woman, she had a knack for fining out what people wanted and then leading them to believe that she could help them achieve it, and then striking them in there weak spot, which was mostly their material possessions. She had won even a boxing match with a man double her size, killed quite a few more, yet every time Watson was even mentioned she turn into a completely different person, she turned well, lady like.

20 minutes later

"Ok I am going to go change for the Royal tonight, you better get dressed or else" she threatened before shutting the door behind her.