Chapter One

Third Person POV

Kayla sat at her desk with her legs slung over the side of the chair. Her eyes were shut as she listened to the unusual silence in her office. She knew it wouldnʼt last long and she wanted to savor every moment of it.

A few minutes later there was a knock at the door. She sighed and opened her eyes, slinging her legs so they were positioned properly under her desk. "Come in." she called. She groaned when she saw who walked in. "No need to look so pleased to see me." Nikolaus said, walking into Kaylaʼs office and sitting in one of the two chairs across from her.

"Should I be?" she asked, giving him a pointed look. Nikolaus chuckled and lounged in the chair he was sitting in. "Of course. How often do you get to see your only brother?" he asked, sounding extremely cocky. Kayla just rolled her eyes and leaned back in her chair, folding her hands under her chin and closing her eyes.

"Just because youʼre my brother doesnʼt mean I want to see your ugly face?" she asked, smirking and opening her eyes. Nikolaus gave her a weird look and crossed his arms over his chest. "Kayla, weʼre twins." he said simply, trying to hold back a laugh. Kayla thought about it for a moment before retorting. "I obviously got the better genes out of the two of us." she said.

Nikolaus let out a loud laugh and doubled over in smaller laughs. Kayla cracked a smile and relaxed in her chair. "So, what brings you to this side of the establishment?" she asked after Nikolausʼ laugher died down. Kayla felt something deep down as she saw seriousness flash across her brotherʼs eyes.

"Whatʼs wrong?" she asked, sitting up straighter in her chair and her eyebrows furrowing. Nikolaus was silent for a moment before reaching into the bag he had placed on the floor when he came in and pulled out a tan folder. He gave her a sympathetic look before handing it to her.

Kayla took the folder and opened it slowly, feeling her heart clench when she saw whoʼs file it was.

William Sherlock Scott Holmes

Age: 36

Date of Birth: March 5, 1976

Place of Birth: Williamson General Hospital-London, England

Blood Type: O

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Green

Occupation: Consulting Detective

Current Address: 221B Baker Street-London, England

Kayla looked back up at Nikolaus after looking over the profile, refusing to go through anymore of his file. "Why are you showing me this?" she asked curtly, closing the file. Nikolaus gave her another sympathetic look before explaining.

"Samuelʼs orders. Our latest target has gotten fairly close with your old flat mate. Samuel thought that since you have a past with him, you might be able to get us closer to Adler and-" he explained before Kayla cut him off.

"No." she said simply, pushing the file away from her and getting up from her desk. "Not going to happen. You can tell that to Samuel." she said, opening the door as an indication for Nikolaus to leave. He understood her hint and got up. He gave her one last look before giving her a kiss on the cheek and leaving her office.

He knew how this affected his sister. He argued with Samuel about who should be sent to investigate, but Samuel insisted that it was Kayla.

Kayla shut the door after her brother left and went back to her desk. She tentatively picked up Sherlockʼs file and put it in the drawer to be forgotten. She rubbed her eyes tiredly. She glanced at the clock and sighed. Her shift wouldnʼt be over for at least two hours. She jumped when her phone vibrated in her pocket.

Pulling it out of her back pocket, she cursed when she saw who it was. "Hello?" she said after answering the call. ʻRines, I want you in my office. Now.ʼ came the calm voice of her boss. Kayla didnʼt have any problems with her boss, but he always seemed to put her in the worst situations possible.

"Yes, sir." she responded and cringed when she heard the beep letting her know that heʼd hung up on her. She put her phone back into her back pocket and left her office, locking it before she made her way down the hall to Samuelʼs office.

She stopped outside of the office she had been in so many times before and knocked. There was a moment of silence before the door opened to reveal a rather large black man with tattoos on around his biceps. He smiled down at her and ushered her into his office. Kayla went in and waited.

"Sit down, Kayla." he told her walking around and sitting at his desk. Kayla did as she was told and sat in the chair that was directly opposite.

"Iʼm guessing Nicky gave your new orders." he said, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. Kayla nodded, but didnʼt say anything. She knew where this was going and didnʼt like it one bit. Samuel sighed, noticing the scowl on her face. "Kayla, thereʼs a reason I chose you. And itʼs not just because you have a past with Mr. Holmes." he said.

Kayla remained silent, proving Samuelʼs suspicions on this case hitting certain nerves. "Youʼre the best agent we have and Iʼm positive you can handle this case better than the others." he said, letting out a puff of smoke. Kayla let out a sigh and ran her hands over her face. "I donʼt know, Sam. We didnʼt really part on the best of terms. What makes you think Iʼll be able to get any information from him?" she asked.

Samuel chuckled before leaning back in his chair and giving her a pointed look. "Even though you donʼt like it, you have a way with people. Youʼll be able to do this." he said. Kayla groaned and slumped in her chair. "Fine. Iʼll do it." she said, sounding less than pleased. "If you leave now, youʼll be in London by tomorrow night." he told her with a grin. She looked up at him confused. "But tomorrow nightʼs Christmas Eve. I canʼt just barge in on someoneʼs life during the holidays." she said, not really think Sherlock would be celebrating anything.

Samuel just quirked an eyebrow. Kayla rolled her eyes and got up. "I donʼt get paid enough for this job." she grumbled, pausing at the door with her hand on the door knob. "I wonʼt do anything to hurt him. Iʼm letting you know this right now." she said and left the room before Samuel could say anything. Kayla stood in the airport with a gym bag over her shoulder and pair of aviator sunglasses over her face as she looked out the large window in the waiting area. Her plane was scheduled to leave in twenty minutes and boarding was in five. Just as the steward announced that the flight was ready for boarding, she took her ticket out of her pocket and walked to the terminal.

The flight was peaceful thanks to Samuel, who made sure she had a first class ticket for the flight. The flight from Australia to England was longer than she expected and was exhausted when the flight landed. The clocks on the walls said it was three in the afternoon and she was determined to get a few hours of sleep before starting anything.

The hotel she was booked in was fairly nice compared to some of the others sheʼd stayed in while on past missions. It wasnʼt cheap, but it wasnʼt overly priced. She gave her fake name, Sherry Mitchell, to the woman at the front desk. The woman smiled and handed her a key and a piece of paper with her room number on it.

Kayla thanked her and made her way to her room.

The room was nice, but didnʼt feel right to Kayla. She would have preferred to stay in her bunk room back at HQ, but here she was. She threw her bag on the chair next to the bed and collapsed onto the bed. The bed was stiff and she knew she wouldnʼt be getting very much sleep.

She set an alarm on her phone to go off at five and then sheʼd make her way to her old flat and past.