A/N: Hello, all! Been having some problems with the internet at home, but during that time, I have finished Figments of Power, so I'll be updating them all today! Enjoy!

BP


Chapter 2: Threat?

John and Sherlock got out of the taxi to see Kagome walking around the body and Lestrade standing off to the side.

"John." Kagome called, obviously feeling his presence. He walked to meet her with Sherlock at his side. She turned to him and smiled, though there was a detached look in her eyes. Sherlock's eyes narrowed in curiosity. After seeing how she was in the flat, he just had to watch her at a crime scene. Already, the cold, detached look in her eyes made him wonder what had happened in her past as he looked to Lestrade and noted the disgust and horror in his eyes. He walked to Lestrade, standing near him at the corner of the scene. Lestrade looked up at him in question.

"I thought you would have been all over that body already, spewing off deductions." Sherlock hesitated slightly.

"I want to know what Kagome is like. She is… strange." He stumbled over the word, not sure if that was the right one for the way she was. Lestrade paused for a second, debating his words, and then nodded.

"True. Strange… but brilliant." Sherlock raised an eyebrow and turned to watch Kagome, who was talking with John in whispers. She walked around the body, taking notes as she went onto a notebook she had procured from nowhere. Five minutes later she walked towards them with a smile, ripping the page from her notebook and handing it Lestrade.

"Everything you need to know is on here, including where you'll find the perpetrator. Really, this was child's play, but thanks for it anyway." She turned away, still smiling, the detached look no longer present. "Come on John, Sherlock! We have to watch Agatha Christie's Poirot!" John rolled his eyes in good humour and followed after her when she began walking. Sherlock stayed behind, wanting to talk with Lestrade for a bit longer about the way Kagome acted and the way she responded to a dead body.

John had finally caught up to Kagome when she tilted her head as if someone had called her name. She stopped walking immediately, eyes wide as she slowly turned to look at Sherlock and Lestrade. She kept in mind that no one else knew about her apart from Mycroft and John, but decided it was definitely worth the risk. She took off running back the crime scene and jerked Sherlock to her while he was mid-sentence.

"What do you think you are doing?" Sherlock hissed.

"Kagome! That was rude. Why did you do that?" Lestrade said, almost ready to yell at her. He did cut her a lot of slack, but that was no excuse for her behaviour. John half-jogged over to her also wondering why, but something in her posture alerted him that whatever was going on was not good.

Meanwhile, Kagome had paid no attention to either of the men in front of her, still keeping a firm grip on Sherlock's sleeve. She stared at the wall behind the two annoyed people, who noticed her lack of attention, infuriating Lestrade and raising curiosity from Sherlock. She was calm, but alert and on guard. A few seconds later, aware that Lestrade, Sherlock, and John could see her but no one else, she changed personalities, taking a massive risk.

Her eyes lightened to silver and became hard, sharpening to points, dangerous and willing. A smirk twitched at the corner of her lips as she realised who it was who was threatening her and her companions.

John, who had seen this change before and knew exactly what that meant, was immediately wary of their surroundings, but knew that, really, there was nothing he could do to protect them. Kagome was an expert in her field and he wasn't. None of them were. The best they could do was run away if she told them to do so. So, while still being ready, he carefully watched Sherlock and Lestrade's reactions to see if they would be a threat. Though, it really didn't matter if they tried to get Kagome into a mental home or into some kind of care - Mycroft would get her out anyway. Though, he revised, he may leave it a week or so, just to torture her a little bit, seeing as how Mycroft apparently had a secret sense of humour when it came to Kagome. It may be quite dry and dark, but it was still humour.

Sherlock had silenced the insults ready to come out from his mouth as soon as he noticed Kagome's attention was elsewhere, his curiosity about who she really was increasing as he saw her entire being completely shift. Her eyes turned cold and hard, her posture changed as well, ready to flee or fight; her strength seemed to have increased. He had no idea what was going on and he was sure that Lestrade didn't have a clue either. He turned to John and immediately found available data. It was obvious that John knew something about this. He had noted the change and then he'd adjusted his outlook to fit what ever this personality change meant. John had shifted his footing, ready to flee, but also looked around, searching for an apparent threat. He saw the moment that John surrendered basic control to Kagome, yet shifted his eyes between he and Lestrade, suspicion becoming apparent in his expression, as well as protectiveness as he took a step closer to Kagome, almost glaring at them both.

Lestrade became more and more irate as he realised that Kagome was paying next to no attention to the telling off he was giving her, yet his words froze in his throat as she seemed to just change. He shivered involuntarily. This was a very advanced version of what he saw in her eyes at crime scenes. Idly, he wondered if this was her actual state and if what he saw nearly everyday was fake. It never crossed his mind that they were both real. John seemed relaxed, even more so than usual, when she switched and glanced between him and Sherlock with increasing suspicion. He studied John carefully and noticed that he was very close to Kagome and had his hand very near to where his gun would have been on his hip if he were allowed to wear one. Both of Lestrade's brows rose in surprise, though perhaps he shouldn't have been - after all they were lovers and obviously they were smitten with each other. But if even John isn't alarmed about Kagome, then neither was he, really. John wouldn't let it get too out of hand, surely.

"Good." Kagome suddenly hissed, startling them all. Even her voice was cold and harsh. John sighed, wishing that she wouldn't do this in front of people. "Come, John." She turned, looking sideways at him as she passed. He understood and nodded in reply. He gave a long look to Sherlock and Lestrade before turning and walking away at the side of Kagome.


A/N: This chapter went… okay I suppose, similar to what I had in mind, but I have the most horrible feeling that this story just isn't going to be as good as the other ones…. And yet, at the same time, it's a new avenue this is going down and I think I've done quite well for my first time. Ah well, see you later! Review if you please!

BP