"I'm not staying here." She glared.
"Yes you are." Mycroft corrected.
"No she's not." Sherlock interjected.
"Quiet, this is none of your business."
"Actually, it's their apartment. They have the authority. Ahh, well. Guess I'll have to go home." The woman said.
"Okay." John said. "What's going on?"
Mycroft looked at him. "This is Phoenix. She works for me."
She scoffed. "I don't work for you. I helped you a few times. And that was only because I was bored."
"Yes, yes," Mycroft said impatiently. He looked at Sherlock. "She has this habit of disappearing whenever I need her help."
"Not my fault you don't know where to look." Phoenix cut in.
Mycroft paused, annoyed. "Anything else?"
"Not yet. Give me a sec."
"Anyhow she disappears for days and now it's a bit busy so I can't risk her running. So I decided to appoint her guardians."
"But why us?" John asked. "I mean, you have a whole army of goons, don't you?"
"Yes. But unfortunately my 'goons' as you so eloquently put it, aren't smart enough to keep her. I placed two agents at her house, three and a half hours later I get a call from Cardiff. When I placed her into a cell she had escaped by lunch."
Phoenix grinned.
"So you 'chose' us?" Sherlock asked scornfully.
"Well I figured you were smart enough to be able to keep an eye on her."