"You better have a good reason for being here." Iffy spoke as she placed her shopping bags on her kitchen table and turned to the intruder to her flat.

"It's good to see you too Iphigenia." Mycroft spoke in his posh, nearly dismissive voice and she simply glared at him and crossed her arms. "Is it so wrong to wish to check up on my younger sister?"

"It is when I told you that I want nothing to do with you." She continued to glare and felt a hint of triumph when he lowered his eyes briefly and sighed but her triumph was short lived as he looked back up.

"Perhaps you'll change your mind when you see what I have for you." He spoke as he moved over toward the table and set a file in front of her. "I heard that you were researching the reporter, Kitty Riley, and thought I would assist you. From what I understand you're attempting to clear our brother's name and destroy hers in the process. I wish to help in any way I can."

Iphigenia uncrossed her arms and, keeping an eye on Mycroft, picked up the folder. Inside of it was a veritable goldmine of Kitty Riley's indiscretions and means to control her from her favorite drinks and candy to her intimate predilections. Mycroft had evidently spent a lot of time collecting this research. Iphigenia was impressed and slightly touched that he would go to these lengths for Sherlock because, even though she was orchestrating it, this was all for him.

"Thank you Mycroft. This information is extremely useful and I'll be sure to utilize it to its utmost effectiveness. Would you like some coffee? I was just about to brew some." Iphigenia offered and Mycroft gave her a soft smile as he sat down. They still had a long way to go to get to where they were before but this was a start.

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"This is absolutely wonderful Ms. Hollis. I must say it was a surprise to hear back from you so quickly, usually our freelance writers are...well...slackers." Mr. Wilson said conspiratorially to his newest staff writer.

"Oh, you don't have to worry about me Mr. Wilson. Writing is my passion and I'm always in the mood to write whether it's an advice column or investigative report. Speaking of which, is it true that Kitty Riley's been promoted to lead Investigative reporter?" She asked and Mr. Wilson smiled.

"That's right, the girl got offers from the Times, the Guardian and a dozen other papers but she decided to stay loyal to the Sun. Our healthy pay raise didn't hurt her loyalty either." He gave her a grin at his cleverness and she simply smiled in return. It was so easy to get people to tell her everything. If people believe you're impressed they'll tell you their life story and if they think they can get something they want out of you they'll tell you their family's history as well. She was well aware of what Mr. Wilson wanted and had to hold back her smirk as she crossed her legs again, lingering a bit before the final move, fully aware that he saw what she wanted him to. He'd give her every pin number and password if she asked him now. A flash of knickers could do so much.

"I would love to meet her, she's a bit of a hero to me." She gave him that smile again and widened her eyes innocently, pleased when his pupils dilated further and he had started to flush.

"Oh, I'm sure I can arrange something. Why don't we discuss it over coffee?" He asked hopefully and she simply smiled and moved closer to his desk, being sure to bend enough to show her cleavage, tastefully displayed by a low, but not too low, scoop neck.

"I'd love to but, unfortunately, I have to meet a source for the current article I'm writing. Perhaps I can take a raincheck?" She asked and he let out a breath as she sat back again and uncrossed her legs once more.

"That's fine, we'll schedule something when you send me a copy of your next article." He smiled lasciviously and rose to reach his hand over his desk. She rose as well and took his hand, her eyes going to the obvious tent in his trousers. Hiding her smirk with a dip of her head she squeezed his hand. After that they said goodbyes and she left his office, smiling to herself as she saw the sign on Kitty Riley's new office door. She hoped the journalist was enjoying herself now because soon her orderly little life would fall around her like a house of cards.

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"So you have a new job?" John asked as he pushed the grocery cart and Iffy smiled as she handed him some pasta.

"It's only a bit of a side job, I'm still a procurer." She explained, referencing her self made career of locating and procuring rare items for collectors around the world.

"It's still a new job. Are you sure about the Sun though?" He asked, his voice taking on the tone of despair it always did when he talked about something connected to Sherlock.

"Yes, John, I'm sure about the Sun. I need to do something, fix this somehow, the universe is out of order and I need to at least tidy up a corner of it." She explained and John stopped in the middle of the aisle and forced Iphigenia to look at him.

"What are you planning Iffy?" John asked in a soft voice and Iphigenia suddenly found herself trying desperately to make an excuse to pacify John. Eventually she just settled on a very close version of the truth and hoped for the best.

"I'm going to clear my brother's name and if ruining Kitty Riley's life is a step toward that goal I'll do it." She spoke quietly but with a determination that caused John's breath to catch as he looked into grey green eyes that burned with conviction. Eyes so like the ones belonging to the man he'd lost. He'd be lying if he said her eyes weren't one of the reasons he relied on her. She was so unlike her brother in personality but not in looks and he took solace in that.

"Promise me you'll be safe and if you need anything, anything at all, do not hesitate to call me. Also, do your best not to hurt her, she was his victim too." John held her gaze and watched as she tried to find the perfect thing to say. She was always more concerned with people's feelings than her brother ever was but she was also more manipulative and he didn't doubt for a second that she was manipulating him that very second. To what effect he didn't know. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts he returned to watching her formulate the appropriate response.

"I love you John and respect your desire to protect everyone but if I need to hurt her I will and I'll sleep well at night. She took him from us as surely as-" She stopped herself before she said the name that was like a knife in both of their hearts, "The ball is already rolling John and I can't change it's course."

With a sigh and a nod he just let it go and they resumed their shopping. His fridge was empty and there was no way Iffy was going to let it stay that way. She would be damned if she'd stop taking care of him and let him stop caring for himself.