*Authors Note*

Hello all fanfiction lovers. This is my first Sherlock Fanfiction. I am absolutely in love with Sherlock and I am really excited to start writing. But I have a couple ground rules.

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First Encounters

Elaina stood at the crime scene, monitoring the police that entered the building. A tall and rather handsome man approached the tape. A slightly older looking man limped after him looking bewildered. Elaina held up her hand to stop the men from entering. Her boss, Sally Donovan went up to greet them.

"Hello freak." Donovan addressed the taller man.

"I'm here to see Detective Inspector Lestrade" He replied. His voice was a silky, deep baritone. It seemed to reverberate around the crime scene.

"Why? "

"I was invited."
"Why?"

"I think he wants me to take a look."
"You know what I think, don't you? "

"Always, Sally."

Elaina chuckled a bit at their banter. It was glaringly obvious that Donovan didn't hate this man as much as she led on. She couldn't help wonder his name. Donovan had addressed him as "freak" but it was clear that his name wasn't freak.

The tall man turned to look at her. Elaina felt herself being examined. She suddenly wished she was wearing about 70 more layers of clothes. This man made her feel very awkward. She felt very naked as his icy eyes raked over her. He turned back to Donovan.

"Newbie quite obviously if I might say so myself."

I opened my mouth to respond with a stinging retort.

"Oh you're not new to being on the police force. You worked in America for… 6 years about. You moved recently and decided you would make a good detective given your observation skills. You were expecting to get a job higher up in the force but because you didn't tell them that you were an ex-assassin for 3 years before you joined the police force." The man halted as he felt Elaina glaring daggers at him. The look in her eyes yelled 'shut up'. The force of her anger threw the man.

"Anyway…" The handsome man struggled to regain his composure.

"How you possibly know that?" Elaina spat out through gritted teeth.

"Uh… it was rather obvious. The way you adjusted your stance when I came up to you. You instinctively reached for the gun inside your coat pocket. I knew that you were ranked lower that what you should have been by the polite way you backed up for Donovan to come and greet us. Your skirt is old, freshly laundered and finely creased. Conclusion, you recently moved and have just taken that skirt out of your suitcase. A rather small suitcase, judging by how tightly packed the skirt was. Therefore, you are living off a small budget."

A small smile graced her mouth. It hardened into a small frown as soon as Donovan turned to her. "Piss off."

The man grinned and Elaina glared back. Donovan looked back and forth between the two. Elaina turned and frowned at her.

"Oh shut up Donovan. Your thought process is throwing me off. It was obvious that I worked on the police force before and nobody could shoot as accurately as I could because for three years I was payed to kill people." Elaina burst out, "Every time you look at me I can tell how jealous you are that Anderson is ogling at me. I also know you spent the night at his house going by the man deodorant wafting off of you and the state of your knees screams that you scrubbed his floors. I know that the clothes you're wearing now are spares you keep at his house for special occasions."

Donovan opened her mouth but Elaina lifted the tape to let the man enter without her permission.

Elaina grabbed her walkie talkie and quickly decided to call the man freak since so far he didn't have a name. "Freak's here."

Lestrade's voice answered back. "Bring him in."

The shorter man made to duck under the tape.

"Woah who's this?" Elaina asked.

"Colleague of mine, Dr. Watson." The taller man responded.

While Elaina was distracted the shorter man, Dr. Watson, ducked under the tape. Elaina sighed and lead them into the house.

"You'll need to wear one of these." Lastrade held up a garish outfit to John and Elaina. Elaina sidestepped his arms and waited at the bottom of the stairs. "Who's this?" Lastrade asked

"He's with me." The man with curls replied
"But who is he?" Lastrade repeated his question.

"I said he's with me." The man answered, his tone final.
"Aren't you two going to put one on?" Dr. Watson asked. Elaina and the man with the baritone voice gave him looks of scorn.

"So where are we?" The tall man asked

"Upstairs." Lastrade answered, taken aback by his abrupt manner. "I can give you two minutes."

"May need longer."

"Her name's Jennifer Wilson, according to her credit cards. We're running them now for contact details.

Elaina jumped in with what little knowledge she had. "She hasn't been here long. Some kids found her."

The group pushed through the door, revealing the body clothed in pink. It wasn't as though Elaina hadn't seen dead people before but the sight still made her a bit queasy. She stumbled back a few paces and clutched the hand rail before straightening up and following the tall man, doctor, and detective inspector.