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Meeting or how to introduce ourselves properly

Serena watched calmly as the ID gave back the card to Anderson and gave a rather hilarious speech of security and his duties. Lestrade sit into his chair and motioned her to sit down.

- I'd better stand. It's much comfortable position. – she declined with a smile.

- As you think. So how was your flight?

- Uneventful. However i miss the heat of Spain.

- I'm glad you accepted this job. I really need you. With those morons running outside there like Anderson.. Your office will be..

- Lestrade! What the hell is going outside?! – a sharp male voice asked as without knocking stepped into the office. – Your men act like they saw a ghost or a bomb exploded inside. They are funny to watch. You called me.

Serena watched as the tall man with black curly hair and icy blue grey eyes stepped to her brother. He didn't even look on her. Moments later the door opened and a shorter blond man came in. He acknowledged her with a nod of his head, but said nothing.

- What do we have Lestrade? I'm bored so give me something. John even forbid me o shot on the wall.

- Sherlock! I have a case for you seems a serial killer. He kills only 8 years old children. The method is to wait them up not far from school and lure away them.

Serena heard in disgust that such a man could walk outside of the street. Than Greg turned to her.

- Serena I would like to introduce Mr. Sherlock Holmes. He is..

- You don't have to say more. I know enough to know who is he. I go and look for may mentioned office so you can go over every detail you have. – she said calmly.

For her surprise the man called Sherlock turned to her and checked with very analytical eyes. He was very attractive, high cheekbones slender body. His eyes bored into hers as he spoke.

- And who are you? – he asked coldly.

Before she can respond her brother interrupted.

- She is my sister Sherlock, please be nice to her. She is new here.

- She is not you sister, that is unequivocal. – He never left Serena's eyes. Didn't have to see he knew the shocked face of Lestrade as he continued. – So who are you?

Serena hold his gaze.

- My name is Serena S. Lestrade. I'm a criminal psychologist, rather the person who gets the information out of suspected. – she stared carful of what she said. From the first moment she knew he was not the average guy.

- As I said earlier you are not his sister. – Than turned back to the file Lestrade gave him moments ago. The shorter man who also was watching the files spoke up.

- I'm sorry my name is John Watson, his partner. Don't worry about him, he always like this. Nice to meet you.

"Poor man she thought. How can he stand this Holmes every day?"

- Pleasure Dr. Watson. – the sentence slipped out of her mouth in second, but she immediately regretted it as Sherlock suddenly picked up his head and turned to her

She felt the curiosity radiating from him. But his face was mostly unreadable.

- He didn't mention he is a doctor. How do you know?

She contemplated a second if she should answer or simply walk out the door. This man stared to annoy her. And the most annoying thing was she didn't know why.

- He has very stable mind, even when Greg said you have a killer who kills children his hand didn't shake a bit. He has a necklace which is usually given for doctors serving in the army, so I assume he was a soldier. Was, because his shoelace are too loose for a soldier, so he gave up his service years ago. And finally he was watching the pictures of the case, but not all, only interested in those which were about the bodies. Specially with injuries. He showed clinical calculating expression as checked the photos so has an idea how they formed. – she told them. By every sentence the shock on her brother's face grew, on Jonh's face the surprise and on Sherlock's nothing. "Strange man."

"Strange woman."

- Fantastic! – John shouted. – She is like you Sherlock.

- I doubt that John. She think she is smart but.. Let's see. – he stepped closer to her and Serena got the urge to flee from his knowing eyes. She knew what was coming, he will analyze her of. "Jackass!" – As I told several times before, you the not relatives with the ID. You do not have any similar feature. Not same hair, not the same eyes. Rather different to say. So if you have the name of Lestrade, which is very shameful in itself, you must be adopted by his parent. The S. In your name doesn't mean a second name, it refers for you original family name. So you still want to remember them. Out of pride or grief I don't know. They died, and from the painful expression you have, they died from murder. – she quickly collected herself. – The murder never been captured so you choose this job to get as many criminal behind cage as you can. You are sunburned and have a Spanish type of necklace, its handmade and usually friends give it as a goodbye present. You couldn't buy it, I assume you were living in Spain for several years. – told while slowly walk around her.

She stood still didn't move a millimeter. She waited him to finish. She wanted to slap him in the face so hard but thought better of it. The memory of her parents death hurt. Really hurt, but she won't show this to this egoist man.

- I take your silence s an agreement. You told earlier you know who i am. So would you enlighten me please. – Sherlock asked sarcastically.

It was a challenge know. Serena know he was testing her skills and tries to prove he's better.

- You are the man who get on everybody nerves. You are not psychologist just a very observative " detective" who helps my poor brother to sold cases. Your are his eyes, ears on a crime scene. He calls you often as I observe your conversation, its almost to personal. You know him well. You like to intimate other people with you height so it's not enough that you originally tall you wear long coats to seem even higher. You walked into this office with no problem, no one stopped you – even after my little prank here earlier – so you are known to the other guys outside. You are not a cop so as far as I know my brother he would never give you entrance card, but you have. Probably stole one. Am I assume correctly it was Anderson's? You and Mr. Watson came together but you were here1,5 minutes earlier so you used the stair while John the elevator. I guess you don't like to be in the highlight so you used the stairs at exactly 9:00 o'clock because at every full hour none of the 6 security camera watches the door to the staircase. You dint want the police to have you on a video tape.

She was interrupted by her brother.

- That's how you get in here, and nobody saw you. – he was on awe. And didn't want to believe these two are just challenging and analyzing each other like children. It was clear, both of them were in their favorite element.

- Yes that's how I came in. – she smiled and nodded to the ID, happy to have a reason to brake Sherlock eyes.

John just stood there silently knowing well that when great minds fight it's better to stay shut. Sherlock was silent for a few second but finally a smirk raised on his face.

- So you also get the card from Anderson. Clever. That's why both of you have coffee all over you clothes. – his smirk grow bigger. – He really is an idiot! What have you told him to give you his card?

- Just that I'm the new college and we met on the scene yesterday, and forgot o take my card with me. Poor one didn't even realize I had 2 luggage with me. – she relaxed as she realized the battle between them is over now.

- How did you know he was on scene? – Lestrade asked.

She turned a bit away from Sherlock.

- Easy, he smelled like a 3 days old corpse. His hair looked like he was sleeping on his desk. And he was barefoot, so he obviously forgot to take back his shoe before going for a cafe. – she giggled. – Well I'm sorry gentle man, but I must occupy my office. Change my blouse and get to my flat. Have a good day.

With that she turned to the door and only heard a few sentences before closed behind her.

- Serena wait, there is something I didn't tell you yet about the flat. – her brother called out.

- Later Greg, later.

- Come John we heard enough here. We are going.

- Where?

- To the scene of course. Where should we? – Sherlock looked at his friend like a stranger with some disappointment in his eyes.

Outside of the building John watched his friend. Sherlock was deep in thought his eyes were look distant and strictly looked forward. Looked but not seen. For minutes there was silence between them finally John couldn't stand.

- Well that was an interesting talk back in the Yard.

- Indeed. And much refreshing I have to tell you.

This surprised John. Sherlock barely sad something like this.

- She is a clever girl. And very attractive I must say. You could be a little easier on her, not to mention her parents maybe.

- She wondered how much information I can read. I couldn"t leave that fact out.

That was all he said, before retuning to his own quick mind where he was thinking about the strange Lestrade girl. "Clever. Attractive. And highly intelligent." These thoughts were disturbing. Of course on the outside no one could notice anything. With these thoughts he hummed for himself as John raised his hands to get a taxi. „"We will meet again Miss Lestrade." With this thought he turned back to the building and checked the office, he supposed she was in. Finally the cab arrived and both men sit in, driving to their newest case scene.

Serena looked out of the window of her office just to see as the strangest men she met got in a taxi. "We will meet again Mr. Holmes." She smiled for herself as started to pack out her working thing.

AN: Well they finally meet. My first request for you: please write some ideas of what do you want to know about their life. It doesn't have to be in chronological order to these 2 chapter. Just segment you wanna know about. Review plz. Thx for read. Bye Sisi.