"Don't need this, don't need this, nope." said Sherlock under his breathe, as he kept tossing files out of the drawers.
"Hello little brother," says familiar voice. Sherlock turns around to find Mycroft standing, "what are you doing?"
"Mycroft! What are you doing in my mind palace?' asked Sherlock in an irritated tone.
"Sherlock? I'm only a figment of your imagination I have no real choice. But the real question isn't what I am doing here; the real question is why does your brain always imagine me whenever you feel stuck in a puzzle? "
Sherlock kept examining the file he was holding in his hand, "Enlighten me Mycroft."
"Well Sherlock, it's because I'm your role model. All these years you have been dying to earn my approval, dying to hear me say 'Sherlock, you're the smart one' but I never did and that kept eating you on the inside," Sherlock closes the file and turns behind to look at a smirking Mycroft.
"After a while you realized you couldn't be like me, you couldn't impress me hence you began to follow the path of a rebel; an anarchist, if I may say, and now whenever you get the chance you try to be as uncooperative as possible so that I may feel guilty and ask for your forgiveness. But that's the thing Sherlock; you know I will never ask for forgiveness on how I treated you. Hence you treat others the way I treated you because you feel that's the only way you can get justice. "
"What's the point of your dialogue?" asks Sherlock trying to get Mycroft to shut up.
"Sherlock, just make peace with the way I had treated you and let the past go. If you live in the past and try to find justice for everything that happened to you, you'll always be stuck in a circle of mistreat and mistreatment."
"You convinced me that I was an idiot"
"All older siblings do that Sherlock, grow up. Also I will always be smarter than you, you and I both know that. So why live in denial?" replied Mycroft, coming closer to Sherlock, until he was only inches away from his face. "Do you smell that?"
Sherlock began sniffing around, "what?"
"Time to wake up little brother." replied Mycroft and brought two of his fingers up to Sherlock's forehead and forcefully pushed him back. Sherlock fell back and everything turned white.
"Oh my goodness it worked!" replied a familiar voice of a female.
"Of course it works sweetheart. I don't call myself an herb specialist Willy Nilly, now do I?" a male voice replied
"I never doubted you Ernie." replied the female.
Sherlock's vision started clearing up; he realized he was sitting on a wall mounted seat in a bar. It looked like a small bar but seemed well kept and clean unlike most bars Sherlock had seen. Suddenly a binding pain occurred in his head which forced him to hold his temples forcefully.
"Hey… hey… hey… breathe. Here have this drink." the female voice tried to calm Sherlock. The guy called Ernie put a glass of yellowish green juice. Sherlock drank without hesitation. The pain started dissipating slowly, finally when the pain was almost gone Sherlock looked up and saw Athena sitting across him her hand was on his arm for reassurance purposes and an older man in his sixty who Sherlock deducted was the bar owner Ernie whom Athena had been talking to.
"Feel better? asked Athena. Sherlock nodded and kept drinking, it was clearing his senses and that's all he cared for.
After a while Athena pushed a pamphlet towards Sherlock.
"What's this?" asked Sherlock
"Menu; you can order whatever you like. The treats on me." replied Athena shyly. Sherlock remembered how Athena had knocked him out cold. Sherlock was angry at himself at how he wasn't able to deduce how Athena would attack him. "Stupid little idiot!" shouted Sherlock in his head.
"Thank you, but I must leave Mrs. Hudson will be worried." said Sherlock, he quickly finished his drink, and began getting up.
"Sherlock don't go. You're in no mental state to-"
"I'm perfectly fine and capable of-"
Suddenly a loud growl was heard; Sherlock looked around for the source of it to realize that it was his own stomach which made it.
"Sherlock your stomach has been growling like that for the past hour. Eat something first then you can go home." Sherlock unwillingly sat back at his table, Athena handed him the menu again and he finally ordered.
"You were wrong Sherlock." Athena started.
"Excuse me?" asked Sherlock.
"Your deduction about me; you were wrong. I don't hate couples, in fact I love seeing two people in love. Do I want to experience the same feelings? Yes, I do. That doesn't make me a jealous or a crazy woman. Also, I will have you know that men have tried to seduce me but none of them have managed to- never mind. Third, I am highly insecure about looks but not because men don't approach me, it's because I- again, never mind. Fourth, I don't like humiliating men, it's just when you have to deal with so many ass every day, after a while you get convinced that everyone is one because of which you end up hurting completely nice men. Fifth, I do like maintaining myself, but my job makes it hard for me to touch up my make up all the time. I mean it's like I'm working on a case, I have a coffee drink. My lips get wet so I run my sleeve across my mouth and damn I have lipstick on my sleeve. And I think to myself oh damn really? I mean it's so-"
Athena noticed that Sherlock was irritatingly staring at her as he entered the piece of steak in his mouth without moving his eyes. Athena looks down at her spaghetti and rotates her fork in the dish, "I'm just saying that if you weren't completely wrong, you weren't completely right either."
There was silence again. Being the only two people in the bar at the time, it was fairly easy for the situation to become awkward, luckily Sherlock spoke up.
"Your deduct- inductive reasoning were correct." started Sherlock.
"Pardon?" asked a surprised looking Athena.
"I do try to earn my brother's respect, but honestly he'll never admit to it so I'm like this." said Sherlock with a straight face.
Athena smiles, and says, "I guess it takes a miserable younger sibling to know a miserable younger sibling." Sherlock looks up.
"Older sister?" asks Sherlock.
"And a brother." adds Athena, "Until they were living together with me I let it get to my head but after they moved out I realized that no matter what I did or say they would always think highly of themselves and I would never be able to get them to understand how much I hated the way they treated me. So now I live alone and keep myself involved in my work so I never have to see or think about them. "
"You're an Inspector at the Metropolitan Police Service?" deduced Sherlock.
"Until a week ago I was." added Athena while she went back to her food.
"What happened?"
"I got suspended."
"Why?"
"Sherlock, I don't want to talk about it-"
"Maybe I can help?"
Athena had wanted to talk to Mary the whole night so that she could come up with a strategy to figure out how to get her job back, but Mary was far away from being approached to and Athena was missing her job really badly, and Sherlock was a detective, he could help her out. And the entire time since she had knocked him out cold, she had forgiven him and didn't even care about revenge anymore. Athena decided to trust him, just this once.
"Okay, so here's what happened. A week ago we had received an anonymous tip about an amateur drug gang. We checked the tip and we managed to uncover 60- a lot of it. I can't tell you the amount, sorry. Anyways the drug samples were put in our evidence locker. That very day I had to go really late at night to check on the dress- some evidence from another case. I was the last one to leave the place, and apparently next day the drug samples were gone. Everyone suspected me because apparently I was the last person to go and even the superintendent saw me hence there is no other explanation. I mean every single person in the entire police department knows I didn't do it but since the video evidence places me, they decided to have me suspended. Until the trial that is. I have exactly a month to prove my innocence and not go to jail for this."
Sherlock had been listening attentively; he shifted his position and then asked.
"Do you remember anything odd?"
"Odd? As in like-"suddenly Athena stopped she remembered something.
Athena had just entered the evidence room, her superintendent Carter was leaving; they both wave at each other. Athena begins looking around for the evidence for her case, she looks at the left side of the room near the door, and the drug samples are still there. She then finds the bloody dress and starts examining it after a while Athena starts feeling a bit off as if someone else was in the room the room is not very large but the double rows of shelves can easily hide another person in the room, she starts walking behind the drug samples shelves, when suddenly there is a loud crashing sound some of the evidence from the old cases had fallen. Athena bends down to pick it up.
"What's going on?" asked the guard who was monitoring the evidence locker from outside, upon entering, "Leonard! You can't take stuff from the evidence locker."
"No I wasn't taking stuff. I was just picking up some boxes that fell."
"Ha kid, boxes just don't fall like that, the shelves were designed that way."
"What?"
"Attempts to steal evidence, that's going in your file."
"Wait, you can't do that." Athena chases him out of the evidence locker. She tries to explain the situation but the guard refuses to co-operate, Athena sees a shadow heading towards the other side of the hall but is to distracted to check it out.
"Go put the boxes where they were, now." Athena heads back and starts piling the boxes up on the shelves. She then notices the shelves they all have metal rods in front of the, which would prevent the boxes from falling from the shelves unless a great deal of force had been applied.
"Hurry up." shouts the guard. Athena quickly puts the boxes again properly the way they were. As she is leaving the hallway she remembers seeing the outline map of the floor. She remembers something very particular that was mentioned, apparently there was a basement on the right side of the evidence room, which was exactly where Athena had seen the shadow walk off to.
"I did. I saw three things." Athena then quickly tells Sherlock what she saw.
"This means the perpetrator was already in the room and had never left. But when he or she saw you talking to the guard, they used the opportunity to escape undetected with the evidence. Probably hid it in the basement for the night and had shifted it after you had been suspended." concluded Sherlock. Athena began pondering as to how she could argue her point, and prove Sherlock's theory.
Then it hit her.
"The cameras, maybe the camera never saw anyone leaving after me but it sure must have seen who had entered the room but never left. I have to call Brandon."
Athena started getting up quickly but then she realized that she was sort of on a date with Sherlock and maybe in the past she wouldn't have even cared about her date's feeling but Sherlock was a different kind of a date, not only had she beat up the guy but he had helped her out, she had to repay him. Athena sat back down and says, "Tomorrow."
"You should go." persuades Sherlock with a smile.
"Let me at least drop you off so I know you have reached your home safely." asks Athena enthusiastically. Sherlock felt like his legs were a bit numb, so he agrees happily.
After the cab stops outside Sherlock's apartment building, Athena and Sherlock both get out of the cab. Sherlock reaches his doorstep and says, "I'll be fine from here."
"I know but still I wanted to make sure. My name is Athena Leonard by the way." says Athena, while extending her hand.
"Sherlock Holmes." Sherlock shakes her hand. Then Athena continues.
"Well I better get going. It's pretty late and I have got a long day ahead, so goodnight."
"Goodnight." replies Sherlock. Athena smiles and effortlessly goes on her toes and gives Sherlock a soft kiss on his cheek. They both blush but Athena seems a bit happier than embarrassed, she without looking back heads to the car and just as the cab is about to pull away, looks back and says.
"221 B Baker Street? I'll remember that."
The cab drives away….
A/N: People I am extremely glad you love my story but can you guys please review my story I want to know how the viewers are finding my story. if you feel uncomfortable reviewing then PM me that works as well.
This is a shout out to Elvira Sliver, thank you for the review and well Sherlock didn't really get upset. So hope you liked what happened. Can't wait to hear more from you.