Even though I love them, I do not own any Sherlock characters. The only character I own is Elizabeth Brooks.

This is my first Sherlock fanfic so bare with me guys.


6:30AM

British Secret Services, London, England

As the metal taste of my own blood seeped threw my mouth I took a glance at the mirror for the first time. It had been days trapped in this concrete room, the only things in it were a table, chair, and me. And frankly I looked awful. A purple bruise sat around my right eye, a split lip, and a cut on my forehead could be seen perfectly thanks to my pale skin. It looked worse then it was, either from practise or lack of self concern I felt fine. Showing my blood covered teeth I smiled at the mirror, knowing exactly who was standing on the other side, proving that he had gotten no where. It was all a game, just like Jim said, it was a game I was new at but I've always been a quick learner.

Moments later the big metal door opened, revealing a tall slender man in a black suit. His expression on his face shown his patience warring thin, it only proved that I was winning. He stood in front of the table and looked down at me obviously not amused at my smiling, which only made me smile more.

"Come to hit me around some more?" I asked him, "I'm starting to think you get off on it ."

The comment awarded me another back hand that forced my head to the side. I spat out some crimson coloured saliva and brought my head forward again. My lips kept a perfect smile, not breaking for a moment.

"Where is he?" He asked. His questions were always the same. Where is he? What's he planning? Who's involved? He was making my fun game boring, repeating the same question when I gave him the same answer. Silence. And every time I didn't answer he would grant me with some sort of make shift punishment.

Silence filled the room when he waited for my statement. For every minute I didn't answer he would hit me across the face. He was desperate it was easy to see, but the game was just getting boring.

When he found me I was sitting in his office on his chair behind his desk. I was sucking a blue raspberry flavoured lollipop to pass the time. When I spotted him entering the room my face lit up, happy that he finally made it. "There you are, I was beginning to get bored. Only so much you can do in another mans office." I stated, soaking up his shocked expression, it was rather a funny looking one.

"You pay'd off the guard." It was more of a deduction then a question, he falling back into his normal self.

"Easy peasy." I smiled, "Really you should make this place a little harder to get at. You are practically the British government." It was fun teasing him, he let me tease him. But now he was all serious, only wanting answers. He was sucking the fun out of it.

"I can grant you safety." He spoke, grabbing my attention. "If you tell me what I want I can make sure he never hears from you again."

I couldn't help but laugh, which put a confused expression on his face. "Oh Mycroft you think he forced me to do all this?" I gave him a moment or two to let the thought linger in his head, "I choose to be in this, this," I motioned my head to the whole room, "was my idea. You and I both know how Jim loves to have all eyes on him."

"He's using you." Mycroft spoke in-between my breaks.

"Using me?" I laughed. "It's because I'm a woman isn't it?" I questioned him, calling out on his rare sense on confusion. I laughed once more, "Poor man, I choose this!" I yelled at him, bits of my blood splattered on his suit. First emotion I let out, anger. I wasn't suppose to show emotion but the fact that he thought I was forced into this was a joke, and not a funny one. I tried calming down, pulling a smile, "I'm just as insane as he is." The comment earned me another back hand.

"Where is James Moriarty!" He yelled in frustration.

"Oh you were talking about him this whole time?" I asked in mocked shock, "last time I heard of him he shoot himself in the mouth on a hospital roof top. A bit deep if you ask me, killing yourself on a building built to save. Then he was one for the dramatics-" Another hit across my cheek shut me up.

"I know you know Ms. Brooks." He spoke threw gritted teeth.

I did know. I helped him. Dragging him off that bloody rooftop. Collecting the scraps of his business after it dealt with the younger of the Holmes. Putting his angelic face onto every screen in London. I was there all the way, heck I was the second snipper at the pool. Been there since the beginning, when he first gravitated towards the consulting detective. Yet Mycroft only noticed me a month ago.

I went back to my smile, showing enough emotion for the day. But I wasn't done with my fun game, not yet. "Miss me." I spoke slowly, starring up at the man.

With one last back hand he left the room, realizing that was all he was getting out of me today. Little did he know the clock was ticking, big brother Holmes better hurry with his integration before it's too late.