A/N: Forgive me if i screwed up Vic's Accent. Tried the best I could

Chapter 4: coffee and secrets

Louella wake the next morning, she barely gotten any sleep because of the stress of Mycroft and the thoughts of the past he brought. Lou shook her head trying to knock those thought to the side of her brain. Sluggishly she walked into her kitchen hoping to get a cup of coffee, but found that the last little bit from yesterday was gone. Louella throw the can into trash as hard as she could, to find the smell of fresh brewed coffee hang in the air. Louella could only think of one person who would high jack her coffee and last she heard of The Woman was that her head was chopped off. Louella tighten the bright blue rode around her body as she grabbed the case files of MG murders studying over the clues for the 100th time. Louella tried to keep her mind on the task at hand but fail horrible, her thoughts keep going back to secret double live she have the last time she was in London.

"Piss it all," she yelled slamming the files on the table, soon the sound of Louella slamming the door followed.

"You're still in your pajamas, Ms. Cheshire," said Mr. Potter her neighbor as flipped through his newspaper in the buildings hallway.

Thank," mumbled Louella returning to flat to change into her street clothes. As per usual Louella dress in jeans, her boots, and a light jacket but her grabbed her scarf as well for some reason.

"Back again I see, wish my wife was that quick to get ready," comment Mr. Potter flipping the paper once again. Ella smiled and walked out of the building for a walk. Ella kept walking around Siddons Lane trying to find something to distract her and maybe she could get a cup of coffee as while. Sadly with Louella's sense of direction, it took her longer then it would most to find the nearest café. She entered the café and quickly ordered her raspberry mocha and sat the table in a corner near the window in the café, a prefect place for her to watch and not be seen, or so she thought.

"You weren't kidding about the coffee, were you," asked the blond doctor.

"I don't kid about coffee," she said blowing into the cup as john laughed.

"So where's the mad 'genius'," she looked at john intensely with her cat-like eyes.

"He's over there somewhere." John poked, looking out the window avoiding the intensity of her eyes. Louella turned her attention to Sherlock as he was auguring with a waiter about the metal the spoon were made of.

"Oh yes, I almost forget," Louella said as she put down her coffee and fiddle around in her purse pulling the case files out and handing it to john, "Give theses to Sherlock, make sure he copies down or something and give me back the originals." Louella's voice sound warm but John could see her eye were cold.

"How are we to going to give it back to you?"

Louella smiled and stood up to leave, "could you please take care of the cup so me, I have business to look after."

"John, was that, that annoying American woman, again?" asked Sherlock, "Well she leave you her number, how cute."

"What," John asked in he's normal shocked tone.

"The coffee cup." John looked at the cup to see on the sleeve was Louella's cell number written out in blue pen.

Now that Louella got that silly mess out of the way, it was time to talk to a few old friends but first to the flat! Louella come back to her flat building to see Mr. Potter still standing there, "Dear god is she not really?" Mr. Potter laughed, and finally her wife came out of the flat.

"Sorry darling," she said kissing his cheek.

Louella enter the flat and got out her short blond wig and grey color contacts. Lou fixed appearance and put on dark make up and punk style clothing. Louella grab a taxi and heads to the rabbit's hole club, an old hang out from her last time in London.

"Oh kitten, w'at are you doing back 'ere," asked the bartender. Vic was a young man that worked for same people that she had once worked with than betrayed. He was on average height, black hair below the ear and icy blue eyes with a hoop lip ring on the left side. "'e going to be very pissed w'en 'e see you, kitten."

Louella laughed, "Like I would care, you spack, he's dead and I still hold a high rank than you." Vic raised his eyebrow in question.

"Not who I'm yakking about, love." Vic said as he playing with the hoop with his tongue. "We got a new guvnor and 'e 'olds a lot of anger towards ye, traitor. "

"You're one to talk, now just give me the information I need and pretend you never saw me."

"W'at information is t'at?

"Who is doing the childish killings?"

"It's a little Confusing, love, 'e's not a 'e no more but ye dae know 'im." Vice smirked as Louella put a tip on the table and left, the clue running around her mind like a teddy bear around the garden.