AN: So this story idea has taken hold of my head and I can't think for any of my other stories. So we write! I own nothing of Sherlock.
Hillary sighed. Clearly these officers didn't pay much attention to anything. She could taste the blood that drained into her throat, but sadly she had grown accustomed to the taste after so many times. Eliza didn't even know about the other five times her head pounded and blood fell from her nose. This memory thing had to be almost over. She could remember most things from both realities clearly for the most part.
"Why did you kill him?" The officer asked interrupting her thoughts.
"Look officer, I know your wife left you and all but you could try to be nicer to someone who could get you fired." Hillary said tiredly rubbing her eyes.
"How?" The officer mumbled.
"Really? I have to walk through the obvious? Your ring. Most men do keep it as clean as yours is. Shows it is important. Probably take it off and clean it while you think about her. Moving to the slightly too obvious stain on your shirt suggests you aren't good at your laundry or your wife did it. So put it together and you have a man who loves his wife and wants to repair a failing marriage." Hillary stopped when it was quiet for too long. "Clearly I spoke too much…" Hilly said mentally slapping herself. Her inner Sherlock was taking over.
"I'll get Lestrade. He'll want to see her." The female officer said running out the door.
"He's with the other one." He yelled after her. "I can't deal with two of you…" The officer mumbled.
"I'm not Sherlock Holmes. I just pay attention. Runs in the family." Hillary smiled. Silence which clearly indicated he didn't want to talk.
Five minutes had passed before someone arrived. It was the female officer from before. "He's got to finish patching her up. Said he come right down."
"Patching up? You hurt my friend?" A small fire of hatred flared in her gut. "I hope you are prepared for the consequences. No one, and I mean no one, hurts my friends!" Hillary stood up and yelled the last part recognizing the fear in the officers' eyes. Hillary sat back down and waited patiently till an officer she assumed (and was correct) was Lestrade. "I want to see my friend."
"You can't." He said quickly then moved on to questioning. "You guessed this officer's wife had left him?"
"No I observed and made an accurate acquisition." Hillary said hope her anger seethed into her words.
"Observation? Huh…does sound like Holmes."
"Can I see my friend now?" Hillary pushed her question hoping to catch him off guard.
"No. Did you kill that man?" He asked quickly.
"No. Can I see my friend?"
"No. You can't!" Lestrade yelled causing a smile to creep on Hillary's face.
"Oh can't I? You people clearly don't check your records." Hillary replied in a superior tone.
"What do you mean?" Lestrade asked confused.
"I mean not one person has asked who I am. That's a bit important."
"Fine. Who are you?" Lestrade asked annoyed.
"I am…oh officer I need my chap stick." Hillary said pointing to the pile of things they took out of her pockets. The female officer picked it up. Her tag read Donavan. "You can use some if you like. I bought it at a little station in the country. All organic and really good for your lips so they say." Donavan uncapped it and tested only the smallest amount. Sure it was probably a procedure but the coaxing worked. Hillary took the tube and smeared the stuff on her lips. She handed the tube back to Donavan who already started to look dizzy, and collapsed. Before the other officers could react the chemical was in their system. The officer's lips tingled with what he thought was his wife's kiss while Lestrade fought the hallucinations that slowly took over his mind. "To answer your question…I'm no one."
Hillary ran out the door after grabbing her few things and shutting the door on the three officers who now were having severe hallucinations. Nothing that would hurt them just enough to let her find Eliza and get out. Hillary was quick to find her friend who had a nice lump forming on the back of her head. With a little help Eliza was walking quickly down the halls to the front door.
"Stop them!" Echoed from several halls over causing the pair to go from casual walk to rushing for the door.
Just as the doors came to view and the officers were only feet away from the escapees two forms appeared and became the only reason Eliza and Hillary didn't escape.
"John…" Eliza sighed as John stopped her fall to the ground.
"What? I missed something…" John said steadying Eliza.
"Your phone! I called you to say we were arrested!" Eliza screeched as officers grabbed her and peeled Hillary off the ground.
"I think I hurt my face." Hillary moaned.
"What the on god's earth did you give them?" An officer asked escorting three people to the break room where they slowly came back to their wits.
"A means for my escape. Since you people are so rude I had to do something." Hillary said as Sherlock gave a snicker at Lestrade.
"You two are defiantly going behind bars for assault and murder." The officer said dragging Hillary to a chair and handcuffing her to the seat.
"Did I forget to mention that in the voicemail you didn't listen to?" Eliza said in a snippy tone.
"Inconceivable. How could you possible believe them to be murderers?" Sherlock exclaimed looking pensive.
"They were seen in the area. This one had blood on her face." the officer explained sure of his accusation.
"She's been ill. Drops by our flat and walks out. Don't you visit friends officer?" John slid in quickly.
"We are two witnesses to not seeing them murder someone. Now let them go before that one has an aneurism." Sherlock said in bored tone as he walked out the door.
Hillary smiled as she strutted out of the office. Eliza was less enthusiastic and very angry at John. John…well John was confused about what actually happened. Someone else had seen what Hillary had done to the officers. Someone very dangerous who liked people who were clever.