"What does this have to do with getting naked?"
"That's pretty normal under these circumstances.."
"I don't really feel comfortable getting undressed."
"Dammit Sam! Just get undressed."
"Nope. Not doing it and you can't make me."
"It's a bloody physical! The doctor will be in here shortly and you need to be undressed and in that blasted hospital gown before he gets here!"
"Fine, but if he does any funny business I am going to break his nose." I hissed out as I began to undress down to only a bra. Sophie rolled her eyes and sat in the chair. We were at St. Bart's because I was in need of a physical. A bloody physical because I am twenty-four years old and apparently women need to have them every other damn year to be sure they're healthy. I knew I was healthy.
"Do you always have to be such a stubborn git?" Sophie inquired while crossing her tanned arms over one another. She was such a beautiful woman that I honestly can't comprehend why she wouldn't have a boyfriend or a girlfriend for that matter. Her blonde hair was cut into an a-line bob that went just below her sharp jaw. She was thin, tall and absolutely stunning and it was obvious she was a model just by her posture and looks.
"Aye, but you wouldn't have it any other way my dear!" I shot back, my Irish brogue thick. "Why do I need a damn physical just to go work at The Yard? I have a perfect bill of health and this doc is going to say that just as much as I've been telling all of you." I raked my fingers through my curly ebony hair and groaned just as a few raps at the door signaled that the physician was here.
"Well that's the joys of being a cop my dear friend. Now just let the doctor do his job and we can get out of here."
"Fine." I grunted out before plastering a large smile on my face. "Let's get this over with."
It took an hour for that man who called himself a doctor to swab me, check my vitals and make sure I was in perfect shape. Needless to say I was right.
"I told you! But noo! No one listens to the Irish woman!" I sang out as we walked through the halls of the hospital. I swiftly turned around and began to walk backwards as I continued my rant. "Perfect health! I don't smoke, I drink, but hey that's apparently what we Irish do anyway! Now I can finally get my schedule for my new job and I am so ready to start work!" I flailed my hands around as I spoke, not paying attention to where I was going. Sophie let out a small cry just before I collided into something hard and yelped out while stumbling to the ground.
"I am so so sorry!" A male voice rang out from above me as I lay stomach down on the floor. I grimaced and rolled around to see who I bumped into. A blonde haired man with soft green eyes had his hand held out in front of my face. I gratefully took his hand before sizing him up. He was a shorter man, probably late thirties, in great shape, military haircut and a very friendly smile. I gave the man a lopsided grin.
"Sorry 'bout that! I should really watch where I'm going," I chuckled out before realizing that my hand was still in his and quickly took it away as I felt a blush creep onto my cheeks.
"It's quite alright, quite alright. It's not every day I run into a beautiful woman." The man said with a bright smile. I could feel the heat rising even more and bit my lip.
"Right yes, I'm Samantha Brook. Do you work here?" I asked in curiosity. He was rather handsome and I was new to London, Sophie was my only friend here.
"JOHN!" A deep baritone voice bellowed out, causing both the blonde man and I to startle. I looked over to see a tall man in a black trench coat with the collar popped glaring at the man I had run into. He had dark curly hair and cold blue eyes, a frown marred his face. "We need to hurry! Killers to catch. Flirting can happen another time!" The blonde man whom I am assuming is John gave me a sheepish smile as a blush began to creep up his neck. He clenched and unclenched his fists as he glared at the man who was calling for him.
"One minute Sherlock. Just give me one minute, I will meet you outside." John said through clenched teeth before he turned back around to smile at me once again. I snorted as the dark haired man sneered and took off in quick strides. "Sorry about that, he's a bit, uh, hard to handle sometimes. So, Samantha is your name? I am not a doctor here, no, but I am at Bart's quite often with that bloke." John pointed his thumb in the direction in which his companion took off and chuckled. I smirked and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen from my small black purse, jotting my number on it quickly before handing it to him. He looked at me in shock, unsure of what to say.
"Well, you told your pal to wait for you and called me beautiful. I'm assuming you'd like to go out sometime? Give me a call John." I stated as I gave a wink, then grabbed onto Sophie's hand before taking off with my flabbergasted friend. I wouldn't allow the curious man to let another word come out of his mouth before I was gone.
"Wow. I might just be in love," John muttered out while glancing at the numbers on the paper. Quickly he folded it and placed it in his wallet before lumbering out to his best friend who was pacing around impatiently. That was worth the consulting detective waiting.
"What the hell was that about?!" Sophie screeched out, still baffled by what had happened in the hospital.
"He was cute so I gave him my number," I said with a shrug. "There's nothing bad in that, is there?"
"Well, no.. But he looked quite a bit older and I doubt your brothers-"
"My brothers do not run my life Sophie, you would be better off if you could remember that." I spat out angrily before waving my hand out to hail a cab. Sophie shrunk back at my snap on her before she let out a sigh and shook her head. I didn't take kindly to the mention of my brothers.
"You know he's going to find out you're here Sam.. It's just a matter of time." She muttered out as we took our seats in the black cab.
"The Yard, please." I stated to the cabbie before shifting to look at my friend. "Sophie, darling, my brother can shove it right up his arse. We don't get along and I would much rather let my past stay in the past, brothers included. Biedh an diabhal teacht i gcónaí ar." (The devil will always find). We sat in silence the rest of the ride to the station. Sophie nervous to chat with me once I began to speak Gaelic. She always knew how to push my buttons, but I loved her dearly and when we decided to leave Ireland we did so together. For her it was to see the world, for me it was to run from my past and have a fresh start. Hazel eyes were looking right back at me from the window, a reflection of myself. I knew I wasn't unattractive, I received enough compliments to know it was true. Black curled hair that went just below my breasts and framed my face perfectly. Full bottom lip and high cheekbones. I was short, only 5'4", but I worked it well. Curvy, but in great shape. I couldn't say I was hideous by far, but for some reason I never found someone to settle down with. I couldn't understand why. I've never even been able to get to second base without one of my older brothers scaring off the possible suitor. "Cén fáth dom?" (Why me?) I groaned out while rubbing my hands over my face.
"Beidh tú ag pósadh," (you will marry) Sophie mumbled out to me in our native tongue. I looked over and gave her a half smile before placing my hand on hers.
"Go raibh maith agat mo cara," (Thank you my friend) I whispered before placing my head against her shoulder. She was the only person I could rely on. The only one who knew what my past was like and still stood by my side. The rest of the ride was short and silent once again until we pulled up in front of the police station. I pulled out several notes before giving a quiet thanks and getting out. We both walked into the station and stumbled up to the assistant's desk. A young woman gave us a short smile.
"What do you need miss?" She asked as she continued to look at her computer.
"I'm here to see Detective Inspector Lestrade," I stated in a firm voice. She finally looked up and quirked a brow my way. "I'm to be part of his division in forensics. Now please, tell me where I can find him."
"These two here for Lestrade?" A woman's voice rang out from behind Sophie and I. I turned to look at who it was and pursed my lips. She was a dark skinned and dark haired woman who looked rather lovely, but the snarky look on her face instantly made me think she was an arrogant twit.
"Yes, we are." I crossed my arms over my chest and sized her up. She was quite a bit taller than me and in great shape, but I knew I could take her if I needed to.
"Great! Maybe you can get the freak and his partner out of here. I'm Sally Donovan, part of DI Lestrade's division as well." She explained as she lead us away to the office I would assume was where my new boss would be.
"Freak?" Sophie whispered to me while rolling her eyes dramatically. I swear they're going to roll right out of her head if she continues to do that. I gave a shrug and kept quiet. Who was I to judge what someone else perceived of another person. If she knew my brother she would probably think whoever she was talking about was a docile kitten.
"Well, here we are." Donovan said with a fake smile plastered on her lips. She knocked on the door three times before opening it. I glanced in to see an older man with gray hair rubbing his face. "Sir, I have your new employee here." The man looked rather attractive for being older, but he looked like he was in his own personal hell at the moment as well. It was then that I noticed he wasn't alone, just as Sally had said.
"Please come in," Lestrade said as he glanced up.
"Well what a pleasant surprise." The deep voice grunted out sarcastically as he glanced my way. I curled my lip up at him before walking in with Sophie in tow. In one chair across from the DI's desk was the blonde man I had just ran into not long ago and pacing around the small space was the tall curly haired bloke.
"Good to see you too mister." I snapped back, causing him to stop his pacing and shoot daggers my way.
"You're here for the forensics department of The Yard. Just moved here from Ireland if your accent tells us anything," the curly haired man began to ramble off. I placed my hands on my hips as I looked him over. Just who was this arse?
"Sherlock, please. Don't do this." John groaned out as he looked over to me with sorrow in his eyes.
"You have a brother who attempts to dictate everything you do which is why you ran away from home. No mummy or daddy there to protect you from the big bad brother. Abusive to you if the way you tensed at the mention of him says anything. You're a rebellious young woman who is talented at what she does, but if you're working here then I would assume that your level of intelligence is minuscule just like all of the other small minded officers that work here. You obviously don't exercise if the curvature of your body tells us anything and-"
Before he could get another word in I punched him right in the nose. A sickening crack echoed in the small office and Sherlock went sprawling to the floor. I let out a small hiss and began to shake my hand to ease the small tendrils of pain that began to shoot from my knuckles all the way up to my elbow. I nudged my foot against the arrogant man and growled.
"If you think yourself so intelligent you may want to shut up now before I beat you to a bloody pulp. Fear sotalach." (Arrogant man) I glanced up at the other members in the room, both men were gaping like fish out of water and Sophie was attempting to bite back a grin.
"Bloody hell. I never thought I would see the day that Sherlock Holmes gets punched by a woman." Lestrade chuckled out as he stood up. "I am very happy to welcome you to my division Miss Brook. Not every day I get to witness this bloke getting a right hook to his nose." Sherlock was looking up confused as he had a hand to his nose which was gushing blood.
"Yeah that's broken, might want to leave." I stated as I looked over to the other man in the room. I gave him a sheepish smile. "Hope that me punching your pal doesn't deter you from wanting to go out with me."
"No.. No far from it actually." John said as he stood up quickly. "Beautiful and can knock him to the floor?" John gestured to the man on the ground and grinned. "At this rate you're going to be Mrs. Watson." Sophie let out a large laugh at his statement and nudged me in my ribs. I could feel myself blushing for the second time because of this man and nibbled on my bottom lip.
"Well, let's not rush things! Sam are you good to go now?" My dear friend asked as she grabbed ahold of my arm. I smirked and gave a sharp nod.
"Yeah. I can't wait to work here!" I said to my new boss. "I'm assuming I will be emailed my schedule. And don't forget to call me John!" I called out as I was being dragged out of the office.
"Mrs. Watson? Her?" Sherlock groaned out. "She's-"
"Don't Sherlock. She's bloody amazing for standing up to you and you know it and I am definitely going to call her." John snapped out. He wasn't going to let a woman like her get away, she was one in a million and something inside him stirred at the sight of her.