Fire and Ice
She is fire and he is ice. When Sherlock Holmes meets Angelina Lopez, will he get burnt? Sherlock/OC
1.
"Aren't you going to get that?" John asked as Sherlock's phone once again vibrated, the sound much louder due to it's place on the desk. Sherlock ignored him, yet again, and continued playing the violin with a frown on his face. "Who is it?" John asked and was of course ignored.
Five minutes later, the phone vibrated and John rolled his eyes, standing up and picking up the Blackberry, catching Sherlock's attention.
"Put. That. Phone. Down." John turned around and went crosseyed, looking at the end of the violin's bow which was almost touching his nose.
"Why are you ignoring whoever is texting you? You never ignore a text!" John says, handing Sherlock the phone. Sherlock raised an eyebrow at the text he had received before turning around - quite dramatically in John's opinion - to walk into his room. John rolled his eyes and sat back down, picking up the newspaper and reading an article before Sherlock returned, fully dressed.
"Come along John!" He called over his shoulder as he grabbed his coat and scarf and heading to the stairs, leaving John to hurriedly run after him.
The pair leave 221B Baker Street, and rather than calling a taxi, like John expected, Sherlock stood still with his hands in his pockets and a bored expression on his face.
"Sorry, am I missing something here? I thought we had a case." John said confusedly and Sherlock looks at him from the corner of his eye, a smirk on his lips.
"We do." Sherlock says in a mysterious voice, something which annoyed John but before he could reply, a familiar black car pulled up in front of them.
To John's surprise, Sherlock immediately got into the back of the car and left the door open for John to belatedly get in the car. John looked at Sherlock with a questioning look before smiling at the pretty dark haired girl beside Sherlock.
"Where are we going?" John whispered to Sherlock who looked down at him in confusion.
"Isn't it obvious?" He asked and John rolled his eyes at the self proclaimed genius.
"Not really, no." He says and Sherlock scoffs.
"Ordinary people." He whispered to himself. "So simple, must have such an easy life not being me." He says but didn't reply to John until the doctor coughed to get his attention. "To see my darling brother" Sherlock drawled and looked in front of him, his mind going a mile a minute as he wondered just why Mycroft wanted to see him.
*Sherlock*
"Ah, Sherlock. Lovely to see you." Mycroft Holmes walked forward with his arms raised as if to embrace his younger brother.
"Yes, I'm sure it is." Sherlock replied, not looking at his brother but instead choosing to look around the office they had been brought to, deducing as much as he could as his eyes roamed over the room.
"And Doctor Watson. I trust Sherlock has been treating you okay." Mycroft says, baiting his brother who scoffed as he took a seat on one of the chairs in front of the desk.
"As well as he treats anyone." John replied with a smirk, sitting in the seat beside Sherlock who was leaning back in his chair as he would back at home.
"I was under the impression you wanted to talk about a case, not how I have been treating my flatmate, even though it is none of your concern." Sherlock says and Mycroft chuckles.
"As impatient as always." He comments but picks up a beige file, handing it over to Sherlock who opened it and pulled out the papers inside. "Angelina Lopez. Ever heard of her?" Sherlock looked at the papers, John leaning over his shoulder. The first piece of paper was filled with a picture of of a dark skinned girl walking through a busy street, a phone to her ear and a smile on her face. Sherlock immediately knew that the girl was something special, unable to explain who she was but knowing that Mycroft was interested in her made Sherlock all the more determined to know who she was.
"Never." Sherlock admitted, putting the paper to the bottom if the pile and seeing a close up picture of the girl. He knew that John was interested in her, judging by the sudden hitch in his breathing. He narrowed his eyes at the picture: longer eyelashes than an average woman and smooth skin, meaning that her appearance was very important to her; expensive phone, meaning that she had a good job and was willing to spend it on the latest technology and cared about what people thought about her; large smile which was obviously fake, she had a job where she pretended, an actress maybe.
"Angelina Lopez is the sneakiest, cheating and most meddling woman I have had the pleasure to come across." Mycroft commented, sitting in his chair behind the desk and raising an eyebrow at Sherlock. "You two would get along very well." He smirked and Sherlock rolled his eyes.
"So is she a concern of the government, or what?" John asked and Mycroft looked up at the ceiling with a sigh.
"Sherlock..." Mycroft said and Sherlock looked down at the picture again.
"She's hard to control and is free from the government. They want her back where they can say what she can and can't do. She knows something that no one is supposed to know." Sherlock says, raising his eyes to look at Mycroft who was frowning.
"She's reckless, impulsive and has power. Not a good combination." Mycroft said and Sherlock smirked.
"I'm starting to like this girl." He said with a slight smile and Mycroft raised an eyebrow.
"You would." Mycroft replied and John looked between the brothers.
"So what? You want Sherlock to get her under the government's thumb again?" John asked and Mycroft nodded.
"Exactly." Mycroft nodded.
"And why should I?" Sherlock asked. "I have other cases, people to help, serial killers to find. Why should I try and get one girl to help you?" Sherlock asks and Mycroft smirked, leaning forward in his chair.
"Because she's a puzzle, Sherlock." Mycroft said. "And we both know you can't resist a puzzle."
*Sherlock*
"He's on his way." Bright lips turned into a smile which revealed white teeth, contrasting with her skin.
"Of course he is. As if he could resist someone like me." She says, sitting in front of a vanity mirror and pushing her hair over her shoulder.
"I presume you want me to send you pictures. I know how you don't trust me." The man replied from the other side of the phone and she chuckled in reply.
"Oh, Mycroft, you know me well." She says and ends the call, immediately receiving pictures of the younger Holmes entering and leaving Mycroft's office.
"See you soon, Mr Holmes." She says to herself before standing up. "Maria!" She shouts with her Spanish accent coming out, walking out of the room. "We have a client arriving in thirty minutes! Do make sure he is ready to receive my usual welcome!" She shouts and looks down at the phone in her hand.
Ready when you are, Mr Holmes
AL x