Iris walked at a fast pace towards the gates of Downing St, she opened her bag and began looking for her ID to prove that she lived on Downing St. She pulled it out of her bag and as she passed the officer at the gate she waved it lazily in the direction of the man. The officer saw her ID and let her pass without questioning her. Passing the cat Iris bent down and tickled the cat behind the ears, she continued down the street and waving a hello to the officer that guarded number 10, Iris pushed open the door to her own house and walked in. Iris walked towards the kitchen and as she walked in she sighed out as she saw David Cameron sitting at the table.
"You still here?" Iris sighed and walked towards the fridge.
"Don't be so rude, Iris." Mycroft warned.
"Dull." Iris sighed and pulled out a packet of cheese.
"Do you mind?" David complained. "We're trying to have a meeting."
"Um, not really no." Iris said and opened the bread bin, getting out two slices of bread and putting them on the chopping board.
"What are you doing?" Mycroft sighed.
"I'm making a cheese toasty, have you got a problem with that?" Iris asked and returned to the fridge to get the butter.
"I do actually." Mycroft said.
"Well that's a shame because I don't care." Iris said and began buttering the bread.
"Well can you at least be quick, we still have a lot of very important things to disguise." Mycroft sighed.
"Don't tell me, you don't trust me with all the classified information you're talking about." Iris laughed.
"Well you do have a tendency to consult with some rather dangerous people." Mycroft sighed.
"They're all just puppy dogs compared to me." Iris laughed and put three slices of cheese onto the now buttered bread.
"That's not the point Iris and you know it." Mycroft warned.
"You're so boring, dad." Iris sighed and put the sandwich into the toaster.
"Uhm." Mycroft hummed.
"Why are you so rude?" David asked as Iris sat on the work top.
"Because there's no law stopping me." Iris said defiantly and began swing her legs.
"You weren't like this when you were eight." Mycroft sighed at his daughter.
"Well I'm not eight anymore am I, oh by the way you need to make the Kinston brother disappear." Iris said.
"Why, what have they done?" Mycroft sighed.
"There both dead, you need to delete any files they might have so I don't get arrest again." Iris said and jumped off the work top.
"You're worse than Sherlock." Mycroft sighed.
"Thank you." Iris laughed and opened the toaster, removing her cheese toasty and putting it on a plate. "I'll get changed then I'm going see Uncle Sherlock."
"Why did you wear that then?" David asked.
"To piss off the idiots at Scotland Yard." Iris laughed and left the room.
Iris jumped out of the cab after paying the cabby and walked up the steps to 221B, she rang the bell and stepped back as she waited. Mrs Hudson quickly opened the door and welcomed Iris in, she danced up the stairs and into the flat.
"Sup bitches?" Iris said as she walked into the room.
"Very mature Iris." Sherlock sighed. "My I ask why you're here?"
"There's a prime minister in my kitchen, where am I supposed to go?" Iris asked.
"Your bedroom." Sherlock said.
"Well I'm here now." Iris said. "What do you do for fun?"
"Solving cases and annoying people." John said.
"Have you got a case to solve?" Iris asked.
"Yes, Lestrade texted about ten minutes ago, he's coming with the details." John sighed, putting his hand on his head.
"You said that?... Sarcasm?" Sherlock asked.
"Well done Sherlock." John sighed.
"Well I'm sure my input wouldn't hurt, maybe I can shout at Donavon again." Iris laughed.
"Again?" John asked.
"Yeah, I went to return Lestrade's ID and whist at the Yard I bumped into her." Iris laughed.
"The last time you used the term 'bumped into' you stabbed someone." Sherlock said, looking up at her.
"That was a misunderstanding." Iris protested.
"You're imposable." Sherlock sighed.
"No I'm improbable." Iris corrected. "If I was imposable I wouldn't be standing in front of you."
"Uhm." Sherlock mumbled.
"So John," Iris said. "What's the case about?"
"Well-" John began but was cut off.
"Women, well girls are being trafficked out of the country, all from the same school here in London. We've been working on this case for a number of weeks now and since we began investigating two more girls have been taken." Lestrade said from the door way, an unhappy Donavon standing behind him.
"How do you know they're being taken out of the country?" Iris asked.
"Well we don't but-" Lestrade began.
"But what inspector! do you mean to say that you haven't been looking for these girls when they might not have even left London." Sherlock said angrily.
"We assumed that they had been taken from the country because of the area they lived in." Donavon said.
"If I murdered 10 people from the Norfolk coast would you assume that black shuck had eaten them?" Iris asked in an angry voice.
"Iris." Sherlock warned.
"What's black shuck?" Donavon asked in a stupid voice.
"A demonic dog the stalks the north Norfolk coast at night, if you see him you or your family will die." Iris said simply.
"So it runs in the family then." Donavon sneered.
Iris just stared at her with fiery eyes and walked into the kitchen.
Lestrade continued to explain the case as Iris sat procrastinating in the kitchen. She sang lines from Bastille's song Pompeii.
"And the walls kept tumbling down in the city that we love, great clouds roll over the hills bring darkness from above." Iris sang, her voice perfect as it danced over the notes.
"Stop singing Iris, it's distracting." Sherlock said from the living room.
"But if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like nothing changed at all." Iris continued to sing.
"Anyway, you like my singing." Iris retorted.
"Yes, when I'm not trying to work." Sherlock sighed.
"You're not trying to work; you're pretending to listen to Lestrade." Iris argued, walking into the living room.
"Because that's not what you did all through school at all." Sherlock said rhetorically.
"I'll have you know I worked very hard all through school, I just didn't do any of the work I was told to." Iris said with a -deal with it- voice.
"Yet you got A's and A*'s." Sherlock said.
"I knew the examiner." Iris said, just as Irene did.
"Wait what?!" Lestrade said in a shocked voice as he remembered his short encounter with Irene.
"I bribed him with cake and flirting." Iris said to Lestrade.
"I think that makes it better." Lestrade said in a slightly confused voice.
"Oh believe me it isn't." Iris sighed. "He was so easy to bribe I had to get him fired after I got my results."
"It's scary that you have more control over the country than the prime minister himself." Sherlock sighed.
"I'm an inspiration to the star cult." Iris said in a smug voice.
"Star cult? Aren't cults for witches?" Donavon said in a harsh and rude way, expecting Iris to be offended.
"Witches, werewolves, vampires, even the odd fallen angle, we're not fussy." Iris hissed hatefully.
Donavon just stared at Iris hatefully and pulled a face.
"I don't know why you hate that so much, you'd fit in just fine." Sherlock laughed.
"Don't you join in to, monster have hearts to." John laughed.
Donavon sighed out angrily in frustration and stormed out of the flat.
"Interesting." Iris said.
"What is?" John asked.
"It's interesting how that someone who has been a bully all her life hates it when she is the victim." Iris continued, sitting down on the sofa.
"Hm." Sherlock laughed.
"She had a hard childhood." Lestrade said in defence of his colleague.
"And?! I'm dead, I've been shot, stabbed, I've been bullied all my life, I don't make other peoples life a misery just because I've had a hard time." Iris argued.
"Yes Iris but you're a Holmes, we don't act like that." Sherlock sighed.
"No, instead you play the violin at 3 in the morning and then blow the kitchen up." John said sarcastically.
"I've only ever blown the kitchen up once." Sherlock argued.
"That's hardly the point." John sighed under his breath.
"Wait back to the case for a minute, you think that the teachers at the school all the girls are going missing from, may have something to do with the disappearances?" Iris asked.
"Well yes, but we have no way of proving it." Lestrade sighed.
"Yes we do." Sherlock said in a -matter of fact- voice. "Get someone on the inside, a spy if you'd like?"
"Who'd want to go back to school?" Iris said in a childish way. "Anyway you'd need someone who looked young enough."
"What about you?" John smirked.
"Fuck that!" Iris laughed.
"I think he was being serious." Lestrade said.
"I know he was, and so was I." Iris sighed out.
"I'm sure your school days weren't that bad." Sherlock said sarcastically.
"I really hate you." Iris hissed.
"Sure you do." Sherlock replied.
"Why don't you want to do it?" Lestrade asked.
"Because I hated school, so many rules, so many stupid people!" Iris sighed slightly angrily.
"But you'd only be there for a few weeks." Lestrade said.
"I don't even know why we're having this conversation, there's no way that I would even be allowed to go under cover, it's not like I've got a good record with the police." Iris sighed.
"I'm sure we could make some arrangements." Lestrade said.
"I'm still not going back to school." Iris said disobediently.
"I'll show you how to make plastic explosive." Sherlock sighed out.
"Ok." Iris said, her voice filled with -I win, bitches-.
It had been 2 days since Iris had agreed to go undercover at a school in north London. She sat in Lestrade's office, in the company of Lestrade, Sherlock, John and Donavon, who by now really hated Iris.
Lestrade had got permission for Iris to go to the school for one mouth, Iris thought that it was more than enough time to find out what was going on at the school but Lestrade was sure that it wouldn't hurt if she had more time to work in.
"You're going to need someone to be your guardian." Sherlock said.
"What about John?" Iris asked.
"No, to many people read my blog, people might get subspaces." John said.
"Well, it can't be Sherlock or Lestrade... What about Anderson?" Donavon suggested.
"NO!" Iris shouted.
"Why not?" Donavon asked.
"Because I know hamsters smarter than him!" Iris shouted.
Sherlock smirked and then spoke. "He would only have to speak to the head for a few minutes, no one would see him."
"Sorry are you saying that you want Anderson to be my -dad-!" Iris shouted.
"You broke a sting on my violin, call this revenge." Sherlock said.
"I really hate you!" Iris hissed.
"You've said that a lot." Sherlock said.
"Whilst you to are arguing, Donavon can you get some dates a.s.a.p. please." Lestrade asked and Donavon left the room.