"Sherlock, you are pain in the ass but I have to admit," John took his eyes off the binocular and looked proudly to his friend, "You are brilliant, you found them finally, the white crow!"
Sherlock didn't get his eyes off his binocular. He watched every move the gang's members were making "The shipment that had gone right under the police's nose was high quality goods, only one gang can afford working and selling this kind of drugs, I already knew the right hand of their boss from their last smuggling, I only needed to know when is their next move and the where was a child game afterward, what I didn't expect actually is the gang's head himself attending the deal, must be very important customer." He explained as it was 1+1=2.
John was astonished how simple he made it sounded like, he only shook his head with a smile and looked back to the gang's safe house they were using from the abandoned building Sherlock chose to nest in.
A cautious movement in the safe house started and one of the members went to open the door. Two intimidating men with dark suits entered holding their cases, Sherlock deduced they were from the high community clubs that sold this poison to their members.
"It's a matter of time now for them to show the money and the products, you should give Lestrade the sign to enter." John said excited seeing the men putting their cases in front of each other and ready to open them.
"I didn't tell Lestrade." Sherlock stated simply.
"What did you just say?" John thought he misheard.
"The police has no idea about what's happening here." He was still calm.
John's face went red from anger he thought he would explode.
"Why the hell would you do something like that?!"John's blood was boiling at the moment, but he could swear he saw a victorious smile touching Sherlock's lips at the same moment.
"Because my friend, they are not the target, they are only the bait."
She waited till the money and drugs were in sight, a half smile touched her lips and she descended her black mask to her eyes, she knew it was only half the quantity that entered days ago, she knew they already sold the other half, she also knew she had to wait, an information from the inside told her their boss always ended the deal by himself for the owners of the phoenix and Sphinx clubs, they were important customers for the job and he wanted to keep it this way. A perfect opportunity to cut the snake's head.
She moved lightly as a cat, jumping from a roof to another till she landed on the one hosting the meeting. She walked down the fire stairs and pulled her swords out of their holders, and got ready for her dance.
The moment the criminals shook their hands over the cases the windows shattered followed by a petite body flying in the air. Everything started fast. the two shaking hands were still attached to each other, but not to their owners' bodies, the body guards didn't have the chance even to get their pistols out of their places, she aimed for the hearts. Everything ended fast, leaving blood on walls and floor, and no sound but angry hurt groan from the boss's throat, he cried out laying on the floor holding the arm with missed hand with the other, she walked slowly to him, dragging the swords behind her for a dramatic sound effect, she wanted to enjoy the terrified look on his face, the begging before she put him out of his misery, she tilted her head before she raised her arm and with one swift move, the snake's head was cut.
She walked to the tables and removed the disconnected hands with one of the swords before returning them back to their holders. She opened the drug case first, got one of the pills out and closed it to her eyes, they looked like a galaxy, only the best for the aristocratic ladies, she smirked. Putting the pill back, she got out a small bottle from her pocket and put a surgical mask on her face. She dropped the bottle contain all over the pills, and watched as the nitric acid destroyed them in front of her eyes.
The sound of a gun being loaded made her turn fast, only to see Sherlock standing at the safe house door, pointing a gun to her head.
"Well hello there." She greeted him like he was her guest, the only missing thing was two cups of tea, she was relaxed.
"I have to say, I'm impressed." Sherlock said looking to the corpses lying around the place.
"You think because I'm a woman I can't make a little mess like this?" She pouted and tilted her head to the side, looking disappointed.
"Not at all." Sherlock answered quickly to deny the accusation, "You took a lot of my time and effort to find you, scenes not different from the one we're standing in happened repeatedly the last year, assassinated gangs, destroyed drugs, and missing money."
"Fighting crime isn't cheap, and I like to get the best tools for my job." She twisted her mouth, "Let me show you." She moved her hand to her sword.
"Get your hand down." He ordered with command tone.
She moved her hand down moving her fingers in a playful way and chuckled.
"Oh, I can see," Sherlock narrowed his eyes, "the beautiful jewelry around your neck is actually a device to change your voice." She smiled raising her head higher and touched the black silk collar around her neck, with a ruby in the middle of it.
"The blue hair, the flexible black suit for your unusual hobby, the shoes with poisoned needles hidden inside, you enjoyed your time indeed."
She rolled her eyes "I promise you, I have no shopping-addict problem, actually lot of the money went to its right place, the poor people." She crossed her heart.
"So what does this make you? a hero?" He smirked.
"I don't know, but you can call my Hit Girl." She shook her shoulder and smiled.
"You are dangerous." He stated, "Vigilantes like you, applying punishment with their own hands are all dangerous, thinking they are above the law."
"You sound like talking out of experience." she said quietly looking directly to his eyes.
His hand he held the gun with shook a little and he blinked "I have no clue what are you talking about." He couldn't convince himself, but hoped it worked on her.
Her smile went wider and her eyes were bright like stars at the moment "We both know this is not true dear."
He pursed his lips and got his hold tighter on the gun "I don't think you understand your situation, I'm holding a loaded gun, you're in no way will touch your metal toys, I called the police force the moment you showed and only few minutes will pass before they surround the whole place, it's over for you." He said triumphant, gaining his nerve back.
Her eyes went wide with surprise but they were empty from fear, and suddenly she burst out laughing not able to speak clearly from her giggles "You think your gonna ...you really believed I would ... Oh, Sherlock you silly man!" She giggled loudly making Sherlock questioning everything happened in the last few days, reaching an answer, but too late.
The lights went off suddenly, it was only a moment, but this all what she needed, she got knives out of her sleeves, pointing one to the hand holding the gun to make him drop it with a scream, two other dug into the flesh of both his legs, attaching him to the wall behind, making another scream leaving his throat.
she took the money case and walked theatrically in his direction.
"It was you," He said in low voice, "You are the anonymous who told about the shipment." He felt weak and played, a feeling he didn't have since he knew the woman.
She tilted her head and touched her nose twice as a confirmation.
"Why?!" He felt lost at the moment.
"To meet you silly!" she narrowed her eyes and shook her head, "I knew you were looking for me, and as it was taking you forever," She snorted "I thought I'd make it easy a little bit for you."
"I'll find you, I will know who you are and bring you to justice." He said with breathy voice.
"Oh, I lost hope long time ago for this to happen, darling." He caught disappointment in her voice, real one.
"Now, I advice you not to move those knives by yourself, your friend John will be here in two minutes with the force and will know what to do." She approached his face, she appeared ready to kiss him, only few inches between her lips and his.
"Hmm" She murmured thoughtfully and looked into his eyes, he breathed sharply, "Maybe a kiss on the lips is too much for a first date." She changed her destination and aimed for his left cheek leaving a mark with her pink lip steak.
"See you soon." She whispered before disappearing only few seconds before sirens were heard around the house.
Lestrade sat behind his desk spinning it from side to side and pressing his hands to his mouth studying the two men sitting in front of him.
"To get this right, you two went to haunt a vigilante alone with no backup, letting her slaughtered one of the most dangerous gangs that made us spin around ourselves for years in front of your eyes ad still thought you could bring her down by your own." He looked mostly to Sherlock.
"I thought I had her." Sherlock whined.
"I didn't even know we were following her." John murmured.
"Quiet!" Lestrade shouted. The both men pursed their lips.
"You could have been killed, you have to consider yourselves very lucky being sitting in front of me now." he admonished them and looked to Sherlock "You said she called herself Hit Girl?"
"She told me in our small talking to call her that." He said quietly.
Lestrade moved forward to his desk and put his arm on it and nodded "At least now we know who's behind the massacres that happened through the past year, maybe the others will stop their work a little bit after knowing some lunatic is out there haunting drug dealers."
"For you two, you are abandoned for a month from any cases here, you are not allowed to show your faces to me for the whole month." He stated.
"This is a jock, you would never know who you're looking for without our help." Sherlock complained aggressively.
"Well, and you wouldn't have two hole in your legs that you are still recovering from if you joined me in the first place, no cases for a month, end of discussion!" Lestrade didn't give him a chance to argue and dismissed them from his office.
"Can you stop grinning like an idiot for a moment?" Sherlock groaned hearing another grin from his partner after they took a cap from the station to their home.
"I just don't know what is it about you attracts dangerous crazy criminal women." He said grinning, only narrowed his eyes.
"To be fair she knows you well, this is the kind of dates that will make you interested."
Sherlock only groaned and rolled his eyes and looked away making John laughing hard.
"For the love of god Molly if you only spend half the money you spend on your tools, you will never need to wear these silly sweaters of yours, you deserve a whole makeover girl!" Dr. Mena said holding one of her best friend's expensive scalpels she insisted on using them in her autopsies and looking to her friend's silly outfit.
Molly smiled sweetly wearing her gloves after a little struggle with them and walked to her friend and took it from her hand " I only like to get the best tools for my job."