Sherlock and John entered the Scotland Yard building as usual – Sherlock was walking quickly, and John was half-running trying to catch up with him. Sherlock was excited – after a while of being bored, Lestrade finally texted him and asked for his help.
"Oh, great. The freak's here." Donovan said and looked away in disgust as the men approached.
"Would you stop calling him that way?" John asked irritated.
"Only if he'll stop acting like one."
John moaned.
"Well, so why are we here?" he asked more loudly. Somehow, every time they talked to Donovan she managed to get on his nerves.
"We… We need you." it seemed hard for her to admit that.
'Where's Lestrade?" Sherlock asked impatiently. He did not come here to chat with Donovan.
"He's away. We asked him to call you."
"Who will I work with, then?"
"Me." a woman called from behind. She was walking quickly towards them, almost as quickly as Sherlock's pace. Her straight hair had the colour of a wild fire, and she shoved it behind her ears as she walked.
"And who exactly are you?"
"This is Detective Inspector Williams." Donovan introduced. She seemed just a bit afraid of her, for some reason.
"Please, call me Roxanne. Nice to meet you, Mr. Holmes." she shook his hand. She was stronger than she seemed.
"Sherlock." He ignored the fact that she knew who he was. She probably read John's blog. Everyone in the Scotland Yard did.
"And you are?" she asked in clear confusion as she looked at John. If she read his blog, she would recognize him. Then how did she know him? She clearly haven't visited his website, for he mentions John there very frequently.
"John. John Watson." he shook her hand as well. He was more surprised by her strength than Sherlock. She didn't have any noticeable mussels.
"Alright, so what's the case?" the detective became bored again.
"I just got here as well. Donovan?" she turned to face her.
"I'll take you there."