Hello! This is my very first published Sherlock story! I'm new to this and please leave reviews and comments! I hope that you enjoy it! {I own the character NOT anything else!}

Chapter 1

I sat impatiently waiting for Mycroft to show. He has insisted that I see him at once. I was rather confused on why he had told me to come here but, working for the government your life was filled with confusion and secrecy. Being a government agent was all about secrecy. I could never tell anyone about it. I didn't have any friends either. My identity could have been compromised by friends, according to Mycroft. I was constantly in hiding or away on missions. There were only two people in the world that knew me: John and Mycroft. John Watson had been my close friend through university but, I was pulled out on my first mission. I hadn't been in contact for years. But, occasionally, I would see him from afar. Mycroft had informed me about his recent friendship with Sherlock Holmes. I never got any information about him except from the papers. Mycroft swung in and did not even acknowledge me. He sat down opposite of me.

"Why am I here?" He pulled out a file from his jacket with worry.

"Your sister has been spotted."

"She always gets spotted. Why should I care?" My sister and I had a falling out on career choices. Although, I don't consider her's a career.

"By American agents. They got to here."

Oh boy. Not good. American agents and my sister were a bad mix.

"What did they do to her?" I had to keep my cool in every situation.

"They gave her a truth drug. She told them all about you." I swallowed hard.

"Are they coming?"

"Yes. We've been in contact with the American government and they are trying to close their borders."

I snorted. "That won't stop them."

"They are already coming."

I looked down at the file with as much worry as Mycroft.

"Your identity has been compromised. They are coming for you. I would like you to see your friend Dr. Watson again."

"Why? You said no friends or any contact."

"I would like you to inform him about your sister. Sherlock will be delighted." He said delighted with sarcasm. He despised my sister in the end. More liked hated her.

"I was told that she was rescued by him and that John was told that she's dead. What kind of a reaction will I get?"

"Not sure but, bring a gun." He walked out of the office with his umbrella casually.

"Oh. Before I forget, go in the night. We don't want you to be seen."

I nodded. Anonymous was my specialty. I left and went straight to my secret weaponry supply 'graciously' given to me by the government. More liked forced to. I got a tranquilizer gun, a real gun, clips and my mini knives that I kept hidden in my boot. Lastly, I dawned my dark blue cape and pulled the hood over my face. I got into a car and was driven through the pouring rain to 221B.