Hey Guys! So, this is my first Sherlock Fanfic! Please, go easy on me! This takes place six months after series 3. Enjoy!

Ana paced the floor a few more times, trying to work up the nerve to actually do it.

She picked up the notepad she had on her bed, all her notes reminding her exactly what to say scrolled across it in her curly script. She'd studied what she wanted to say over and over for a full week now. If she didn't force herself to do this now, she never would.

She turned and looked at herself in her vanity mirror.

"Come on, Ana. Grow a pair and just do it!" She told herself, nodding her head.

Before she had the chance to second guess herself she punched the number into her keypad of her mobile. She'd gotten it off of their official blog, so she was sure that she was going to be sent straight to voicemail. These two men were very busy, Ana was sure of it.

"Hello?" A male voice came from the other end of the line.

Ana froze, trying to remember everything she was supposed to say. Her panic lasted only a few seconds before she snapped herself out of it. She could do this. She composed herself, squared her shoulders and stared at herself in the mirror to be sure she remained put together.

"Hi there, my name is Ana Smith. With whom do I have the pleasure of speaking with?" She was very sure to make her voice sound as pleasant as possible.

"This is Dr. John Watson. What may I do for you, Ana? Do you have a case?"

Ana smiled to herself, surprised at her luck. She didn't have to tiptoe around the infamous Sherlock Holmes and his nefarious personality. "No, actually I'm calling to speak to you, Dr. Watson."

"Oh?"

"Yes sir. You see, I'm currently studying at St. Bart's. As part of one of my seminars, I have to write a paper on one of the successful alumni. I'm sure many of my classmates have already contacted you about this..."

"Actually, no. This is the first I've heard of this."

"Seriously? I find that incredibly hard to believe. I've been following you and Mr. Holmes' adventures-via your blog-for years now."

"Yeah, he and I have certainly been through alot. We're very busy men."

"Indeed, that you are. Which is why I'll totally understand if you turn down my request to meet up for lunch or something so I can interview you."

There was silence on the other end of the line for a beat, causing Ana's heart to sink. She could feel the 'no' hanging in the air-thus she had no choice but to hold her breath.

"You know what...sure. Why not?" Dr. Watson surprised her with his hesitant-yet positive-reply. "I'll have to speak with Sherlock and get back to you about a time that will be best for me. When is this project due?"

"I just was assigned it yesterday! I have over two months to complete it. So, there is no real rush. Thank you so much, Dr. Watson!"

"Don't mention it. We'll be in touch."

"Yes, sir! Have a wonderful day!"

"You too, Miss."

Ana heard the click and she knew that he had just hung up. Her smile was absolutely enormous as she followed in suit of the renown doctor, setting her mobile on the vanity table. She had done it! She was going to be meeting up with Dr. Watson for an interview sometime in the very near future.

Her teacher would be very pleased, indeed. When she had approached him about the crime-solving-duo he had been very skeptical. 'They are very difficult to get a hold of. Are you sure you're up to the challenge,' he had said. He had underestimated her, to be sure. Nearly everyone around her seemed to. They all seemed to think she was made of porcelain, unable to do anything for herself. They never seemed to account for her drive, ambition, and focus.

That's what happens in a male dominated world. She thought to herself, looking in her closet for something to wear to their meeting. Even if they hadn't even scheduled it yet, she was not going to procrastinate any of it. She had to look absolutely perfect if she wanted to make a good impression. And if he hadn't contacted her within a week, she knew where they lived. She could leave notes on their doorstep, call again, maybe even knock on the door if she had to. She was getting this meeting if it killed her.

It was while she was shifting through her blazer's that she heard her phone buzzing. Her brow scrunched up in confusion-there was no way that Dr. Watson was already going to be getting back to her. They'd only hung up a few minutes ago. She sighed and walked out of her closet and picked her mobile up off the desk.

Her heart sped up when she read the name on the caller ID.

"Hello, I'm so sorry! I forgot to call you..." She said in a rush, praying that he would be in a good mood today.

"Don't make a habit of it." His voice returned. "Forgetfulness is not a trait that Sherlock nor Dr. Watson tolerate very well. Did you get the meeting?"

"Sure did." Ana said in a perky voice. "He said he'll be in touch with a time that's suitable for him. I don't know why you were worried about contacting them. It seemed pretty easy to me."

"Don't be as stupid as the rest of them." He reminded her. "You know that things are only going to get more difficult from here."

"I know!" She declared defensively. "You don't have to try to insult me by comparing me to other people. Believe it or not, I actually have the capability of tolerating normal people. Unlike you."

"Don't test me."

Ana's breath hitched in her throat at the sound of hysteria in his voice. She shouldn't be messing with his temper. She knew well what he was capable of-he had been the one to trick Sherlock into committing suicide after all. Or he had thought he had, moreover.

"Mr. Moriarty, you wanted to know if I'd gotten the meeting with Dr. Watson and I have. Is there anything else? Or may I please go about my business. Believe it or not, I have more going on than your revenge plan."

"You sought out me, remember?" He seethed into the phone, his anger clear.

"I do remember."

"Do you remember what you said to me?"

"Now you really are insulting my intelligence." Ana scoffed, brazenly hanging up on the man. How dare he act as if he had to remind her the reason why she was involved in this entire scheme of his! Of course she remembered what she'd told him. It was the same thing she had been saying to herself for years.

I want to kill Sherlock Holmes.