A.N: John Watson is a crimeless consulting criminal. He gives others ideas, and sometimes even helps plan, for elaborate crimes. His partner, Moriarty, has committed crimes; but as far as the British Government (or any government for that matter) knows, John has never actually committed a crime. Sherlock Holmes has a personal vendetta against Jim Moriarty. Oh yeah, and Sherlock may or may not be female.
Writer's notes: I don't own BBC Sherlock.
"John Hamish Watson," Detective Inspector Greg Lestrade says, voice ringing through the room. All of the agents and detectives surrounding him look at the picture of the short blonde man. They all stay silent, waiting for Lestrade to continue. He obliges.
"The Crimeless Consulting Criminal. The Invulnerable man. Just a few of the terms used to describe him. Intelligence given to us, says that he works with Jim Moriarty, one of the UK's most dangerous men.
Now don't get me wrong, Watson has been arrested plenty of times, enough that he addresses everyone in the department on first name basis comfortably, but there is never enough evidence to keep him. Every time we've ever interrogated him, he gives a sarcastic remark and lawyers up. He's never been in more then a holding cell. Him and Moriarty are Co-leaders in a- no wait, they're co-consultants for a world wide undergound crime ring. However, we've only ever discovered, with actual evidence, Moriarty actively participating in a crime. Never Watson.
But just yesterday, November 29, at 13:00 hours Watson informed us that something 'big' was happening. We don't know what, we don't know where, but Watson did tell us that it would happen on Christmas Eve. Giving us 3 weeks and 3 days to find out what it is, where it's happening, and how to stop it.
You will find your instructions in the file you were given, along with a list of who you answer too and who we are working with. Everyone please note that Sherlock Holmes has been listed," everyone let out an unhappy groan, "yeah yeah, I know, but Sherlock has led us to Moriarty before, so perhaps with Sherlock's help, we can find Watson. So play nice everyone. Dismissed," Lestrade finished. Everyone shuffled out, grumbling about Sherlock. Everyone except Lestrade and woman with messy black hair.
"Ah, you made it," Lestrade said when he noticed the woman. He nodded towards the file on his table, indicating she should take it. She walked over and picked it up, the whole time not looking away from the phone she was typing away on.
"Why Detective Inspector, of course I came!" Her phone buzzed, she grinned at it, "It was the nurse with the mole over her left eyebrow," She told him smugly.
"Which one was that? The Scottish ginger or the Cockney brunette?" Lestrade asked, quickly making a note on his phone.
"Cockney brunette."
"Thanks."
"So..." she said, "Anything I need to know?"
"Yeah, here's his address," Lestrade said, handing her a piece of paper.
"My sister?" She inquired.
"Yep, she said to specifically give it to you. And only you. I try to stay on your sister's good side, so I obliged," He answered carefully. The woman smiled mirthlessly.
"Probably a good idea. I'll go see him today," she said.
"Please be careful Sherlock," Lestrade pleaded. Sherlock smiled at him.
"I'm always careful," she said with a smug grin. Lestrade just rolled his eyes as she walked out the door.
Sherlock stood in front of the gate where the cab had dropped her off. The gate blocked off a long paved lane that led up to a mansion. The property was huge, and well taken care of.
"Can I help you miss?" Sherlock her from behind. She turned and saw a nice looking, but chubby, man. She deduced him silently in her mind and determined that he posed little threat, and was in fact a butler.
"Yes actually. I'm here to see Mr. Watson," She said smiling sweetly, "My Name is Sherlock."
"Not Sherlock Holmes?! The famous detective?" The man said with a hint of awe. Sherlock smiled at him again.
"The same," She answered. The man smiled at her.
"Where's the deerstalker?" he asked. Sherlock groaned.
"Everyone asks about that stupid hat. I regret ever looking at it."
"Sorry. I'm Mike by the way," he said. Mike walked over to the gate.
"How long have you been working for Mr. Watson, Mike?" Sherlock asked as Mike unlocked that gate.
"Oh for a few years now."
"How long have you been getting it on with the chef?" Sherlock asked with a smirk.
"What?! Oh... for a year," Make answered, blushing heroically. Sherlock smiled at his decision to not fight her deductions, "Come on then," Mike said, motioning for Sherlock to follow him. She did.
As they walked into the mansion, Sherlock found herself impressed (which isn't easy to do). Baker Hall was an impressive house. The main hall was completely white, white marble floors, white walls, white furniture, a white Baby Grand Piano, and a brilliant white chandelier.
Mike led her from the main hall to a sitting room. This room was painted a friendly shade of yellow. The couch was white with brown pillows and the sitting chairs were brown with white pillows. A oak coffee table sat in between the couch and the chairs, and was decorated with a beautiful glass vase filled with white roses.
"Stay here while I let John know he has a guest," Mike told her. Sherlock smiled and sat politely on the couch. As soon as Mike was out of sight, Sherlock stood up and went to one of the mirrors, the only wall decoration in the room. She did a quick study of her makeup and determined it suitable. She was wearing a purple shirt that was admittably tighter then it probably should be. She had the top two buttons undone, as was her fashion, while the button's across her chest begged to be. Sherlock wished she was wearing pants and boots instead of her black pencil skirt and stilettos. They weren't very tall stilettos, but they weren't the most stable either. She silently smoothed out a wrinkle in her skirt.
"Hello," a warm steady voice said. Sherlock whirled around on the ball of her foot. He stood solidly, but held a cane in his right hand. He was a little shorter than she would be without her stilettos but stood erect and proud. He had blonde hair and blue eyes, and was currently sporting an easy smile. He wore a tan sweater, that made his blue eyes more intense, and jeans.
"Are you going to say something Ms. Holmes or are you going to just deduce me all day?" He asked with an amused grin. Sherlock stayed silent, eyes wide at how normal and friendly he seemed. He raised an eyebrow at her expectantly.
"Sherlock," she finally blurted out, "Please call me Sherlock."
"Well then, Sherlock, would you like some tea? Kettle's on."
"No, but I'll take coffee if you have any, thank you," She answered. He smiled at her.
"Well of course I have coffee."
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