"About time you made it to the crime scene." Lestrade growled as Sherlock and John arrived.
"I don't aim to be early." Sherlock said. He liked to keep Lestrade waiting sometimes.
"Whatever. We have a body for you to examine before we send it out. Just do me a favor and don't mess anything up." He said as a young woman came up to them. She had brown hair with red tinting to it, and her eyes were blue. She was dressed much like Lestrade was.
"They're ready for you." She spoke with a slight accent.
"Thanks." Lestrade said, then turned to Sherlock and John. "This is our newest recruit, Aislynn O'Kelly. Aislynn, this is Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson."
"Pleasure to meet you." John said with a smile. Of course, the smile faded when he saw Aislynn and Sherlock were staring each other. Studying, as it were. He knew Sherlock always liked to impress someone new.
Then he began. "You're in your early to mid twenties and you've wanted this job for quite some time. Probably have a personal reason. Seeking revenge, most likely. Murdered family member, perhaps a sibling. You're from Ireland, your accent gives that away, and you likely live on your own in an apartment."
Everyone expected her to gasp or tell him to piss off like most people, but she continued to study him, until finally. "You play violin, you have family issues, and you do this for fun, because you never take pay. You dress nicely to impress clients and intimidate foes but you never dress too nicely, you're constantly on your feet and you never know when you must run or jump."
John saw a frown on Sherlock's face. He knew his friend enjoyed to be the one to have the last, witty comment. "Oh dear lord….." He muttered. The war had begun.
"You're an alcoholic." He began.
"You're a high functioning sociopath." She retorted.
"You're afraid of heights."
"You're afraid to lose your friends."
"I don't have friends."
"Yes you do. What do you call Dr. Watson?"
"A colleague or roommate. However you're very alone and desperate to find someone to hold onto."
"And to say you're alone is an understatement. You tend to not show emotion or interest in anyone."
"It's your brother, isn't it? The one that was murdered."
Aislynn fell silent. Then she sniffed like it was no big deal and spun on her heel. "Come along, Mr. Holmes. Care to see that body?"
"Love to." Sherlock responded as he followed her upstairs.
John trailed along. "They're a match made in hell."
