(Scenario 1)

(POV: you're a relative of Sherlock's who came to visit)

You were visiting Sherlock, your dear cousin, with a friend, casual small reunion & talking about your life & having tea & such else.

But when you went outside for fresh air, you were suddenly swiped up by some net, taken away by some dopes shouting that they got Sherlock.

They dropped the net into the hideout with prof. Moriarty waiting.

"Ah, excellent, you two found the one...and..." He slowly stopped in his confident walk toward you upon realizing...you weren't Sherlock.

& lost his shit. "YOU IMBECILES! THIS ISN'T THE DETECTIVE!"

You were growling right now, literally growling, sharp teeth bared & glinting in the light.

"Oh wait!" Smiley disrupts before leaning in & looking at you through the net. "...You wash from me ol' neighbuhood! How ya doin!" Like...you WEREN'T just kidnapped?! Yeah, same old dumbass that was Smiley.

"So dis broad used t'live beside ya?.." Todd asks, his American accent stood out greatly compared to the Cockney Smiley & English Moriarty.

"Step back, fools..." He coldly demands despite his face burning up as he struggled to make eye contact with you, locked onto your...assets.

"...You were some client of Holmes I assume?.." The professor asks, toying with his small black mustache.

You asked if he was Moriarty.

"...yes?" He was confused, flattered such a fine creature like you knew part if his name but was still so confused. "...how do you know that?"

& his eyes LIT right up upon hearing you passively aggressively say that you were apart of the Holmes family tree, a cousin of Sherlocks...boy was he giddy...& boy were you annoyed.