2.
Ready when you are, Mr Holmes
AL x
Looking down at his phone, Sherlock had to admit that Miss Angelina Lopez was turning out to be a puzzle indeed.
"Care to tell me what's so interesting about that phone?" John's voice broke through Sherlock's thoughts and he frowned at the doctor.
"Nothing." He replies quickly. Too quickly in John's opinion.
"Yeah, sure." John said with a smile, trying not to laugh as he turned away from Sherlock and looked out the window and at the dark street outside. "How are we going to do this then?" He asked and Sherlock looked at him in confusion.
"Ring the doorbell. What else are we going to do?" He says and John frowns, turning to look out the window again as the car slows to a stop outside a large house. As John paid the driver, Sherlock got out the car and looked over the house, noting the lack of lights shining through the windows which contradicted the text he had received not long ago. With a frown, he jumped up the steps leading to the door and rang the doorbell, wondering what game she was playing.
Almost at once, the door was opened and an elderly woman opened the door with an expectant look on her face.
"Sherlock Holmes, I presume." She said in a thick Spanish accent and Sherlock nodded as John walked up behind him. "She is waiting for you." She says and turns on her heels, walking further into the house.
"Should we follow her?" John whispered and Sherlock nodded, taking a step forward and looking around the luxurious and modern decoration which was very different to the small and cluttered flat where the two men lived.
"Of course. Our hostess is waiting." Sherlock says and walks after the maid with John following, shutting the door after him with a roll of his eyes.
*Sherlock*
Sherlock looked around the large, luxurious living room with narrowed eyes as the maid left and John arrived, taking in his surroundings.
"Nice, isn't it?" John asked and Sherlock made a small noise of agreement, taking off his coat and sitting on the sofa. John sat next to him and looked sideways at his flatmate who was looking around, making deductions before a throat was cleared behind them. Standing up, they both turned to find the woman from the pictures.
Angelina Lopez.
She looked a lot different from the pictures and John let his eyes look her up and down as Sherlock's stayed firmly looking into hers. Her long dark hair was intricately styled on the back of her head and her slim but sensual frame was covered in an extravagant red dress. With a smile of her blood red lips, which perfectly matched her dress, she sauntered over to where the two men were stood.
"So this is the elusive Sherlock Holmes." She says, standing in front of him with a smirk. "We meet at last." She says and Sherlock smiles slightly, tilting his head down to look at the woman in front of him.
"Angelina Lopez." He says and she smirks.
"Oh, you can call me Angel." She replies, looking him up and down quite obviously before looking up and tilting her head to the side with a slight pout on her lips. "I was expecting a reply to my text." She says and Sherlock raises an eyebrow.
"Hmm. I'm presuming my brother informed you of my visit." Sherlock says and John looks between the pair of them with confusion written on his face.
"Am I missing something here?" He asked but none of them turned to look at him, both of them refusing to look away from the others stare. "Mycroft sent us here, why would he tell her you were coming?" He asked and Sherlock looked over at John as Angelina smirked in victory.
"To get on her good side, obviously." Sherlock drawled as Angelina walked past him and sat down in the armchair, nodding her head to indicate that the two men should sit.
"Mycroft can't afford to be on my bad side, I can ruin him with a simple word." She says with a smirk, crossing her legs which pulled her dress up slightly, inevitably attracting the stares of the two men in front of her. "Tea?" She asked with a small smile and Sherlock nodded.
"Please." He replied and John wondered, once again, why Sherlock seemed to get on better with the obviously dangerous people.
"Maria!" She said loudly, not quite shouting, and the elderly maid entered the room quickly. "¿Puedes hacernos un poco de té, por favor?" She asked in fluent Spanish and the maid nodded and rushed out of the room.
"Hmmm. You're Spanish." Sherlock commented and Angelina smirked, tilting her head to the side with purposely wide eyes.
"Of course, Señor Holmes." She replies, leaning back slightly. "Although, from my conversations with Mycroft, I would've thought you'd know that the first time you laid eyes on me." She drawled in a manner which scarily reminded John of Sherlock.
"You and Mycroft talk about me?" Sherlock asks, changing the subject to Angelina's pleasure.
"Why of course! Your brother was the one who got me hooked into you." She admits as the door opens and Maria enters, placing a tray on a coffee table to the side and started preparing the tea for her mistress and her guests.
"Hmm." Was all Sherlock said as he leaned back, his eyes stuck on Angelina who just blinked at him with a blank face.
"Now, why don't you tell me why Mycroft sent you here." She said, blowing lightly to cool the tea as Maria handed both Sherlock and John a cup of tea. John accepted it, immediately taking a sip of the scalding tea whilst Sherlock looked at it with narrowed eyes, causing Angelina to chuckle.
"I haven't poisoned it." She says, taking a sip of her own tea as Sherlock looked at her.
"How did you know how we liked our tea?" He says and John looks down at his own tea.
"What kind of enemy would I be if I didn't research you?" She says with a smile and a tilt of her head.
"So, you're my enemy?" Sherlock asks, finally taking a sip of his tea.
"I don't see why not. Much more fun this way." She replies with a wink and Sherlock smirks.
"Indeed." He agrees and Angelina smirks. "I'm presuming this research of yours came from my dear brother." Sherlock says and Angelina shrugs.
"Partly. I do have my own sources you know." She says and Sherlock nods.
"And these sources..." He prompts and Angelina rolls her eyes.
"Oh, for someone so smart you can be quite dense." She says and Sherlock stiffens slightly before a loud bang came from upstairs. "Hmm. I wasn't expecting them." She says thoughtfully, looking at the ceiling with a blank expression, not at all looking frightened.
"Any idea who they are?" Sherlock asks, making no move and calmly drinking his tea.
"Quite a few. I'm not the most liked woman, I apparently know too much" She says with a roll of her eyes, crossing one leg over the other and looking the mirror image of Sherlock as footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs.
"Am I the only sane on here?" John finally burst out and Angelina and Sherlock look at him. "Someone has broke into your house - with guns! - and you're not even worried?" John says and Sherlock rolls his eyes.
"Of course she isn't." Sherlock rolls his eyes and the door bursts open, colliding loudly with the wall as two armed men forced their way into the room, their eyes focused on the calm Angelina.
"Two? I expected more than two." Sherlock says, looking at the men.
"Apparently I'm not a main matter of importance. I'm actually quite insulted they think that it will only take two men to kill me." Angelina remarks, putting down her cup of tea and folding her hands in her lap.
"Miss Lopez." One said in a thick American accent. "The President sends his regards... And apologies that he won't be here for your execution." He says and aims his gun at her.
"Is he still worried that I'll tell everyone?" Angelina asks and rolls her eyes. "Really, government today think they're so important." She says to Sherlock who nods in agreement.
"Huh. He said you liked to talk." The man said, walking closer to Angelina who smirked.
"Well, he's changed his tune. Last time we were together we didn't do much talking, if you know what I mean." She says with a wink and both men stiffen, releasing the safety switch and firing at their target who made absolutely no move.