Bonjour mon amies! I am back with another chapter, thanks to Malya for your review. I think that edit was successful. Don't own Sherlock, sadly. If any of you have an idea or suggestion, don't hesitate to PM me or leave a review.
And ... Chapter four
Artemis got out bed the next morning, feeling tired and shitty as usual. Heading out the door still wearing her PJ's she slowly made her way to 221b.
" Good Morning Art." John said sleepily, drinking his tea.
" I see nothing good about it." Artemis grunted as she turned on the coffee maker.
Sherlock was unsuprisingly, dressed in his silk blue dressing gown, lying limply on the sofa. John had made sure the gun was nowhere near the genius.
" There is nothing of interest for me out there." Sherlock said as a greeting
Which resulted a hurt expression to shadow a certain doctor's face for a second. Artemis noticed this but stayed quiet, not quite knowing what it meant. She just rolled her eyes and continued sipping the caffienated liquid heaven.
" Well, I'm off to work. Try not to destroy the flat, you two." John said, placing his teacup in the sink and walking out the door, after ruffling Artemis' hair.
Sherlock stayed silent and Artemis took her drink with her to the living room, she sat beside Sherlock and the two of them spent two hours in silence.
" He was hurt by that, you know." Artemis said aburtly, rousing Sherlock.
" What do you mean ?" he asked, sitting up and pulling his dressing gown around his bony shoulders.
" Not sure, but he looked hurt when you said that there was nothing of interest for you out there." She said, sliently regretting she said anyhting.
" Well of course he lives in here doesn't he? He is the reason why nothing else holds an interest for me." Sherlock said heatedly.
Artemis glanced around awkardly, before checking the time. " Well, I'd better go get dressed." she said standing up.
Sherlock glanced up " Yes, get ready we're going out." he said putting down his phone.
The Holmes went in opposite directions to get ready. In twenty minutes they were on their way to Scotland Yard. As soon as they stepped inside St. Donavan greeted them.
" Hello Freak, um... who is she ?" Sally asked confused to see a young woman with Sherlock Holmes.
Sherlock narrowed his eyes " That's none of your concern. Now where's Lestrade? I have to be debriefed." he spat.
Sally glared back " He's in his office." she said sullenly. Turning to Artemis " I'd stay away from him, if I were you." she warned.
Artemis only gave the woman an icy look " I'm afaird that'll be quite hard." she said in a tone as cold as her glare, before following Sherlock.
Anderson was sitting in Lestrade's office when Sherlock and Artemis waltzed in. " Why is he here?" Anderson hissed, not at all noticing Artemis.
Lestrade just looked put out as Sherlock proceeded to tell Anderson that the hair-dye he had recently appiled was causing him to get more greys, causing the said man to pitch a tanturm at why Sherlock should be never allowed at Scotland yard again.
" Hello Miss. Holmes" Greg said polietly as the two grown men went for each others' throats.
" Hello Dective Insepector and please call me Artemis." she said as Anderson started to turn an impressive shade of red.
" Please call me Greg, I uh... prefer Greg." Lestrade said as he grabbed Anderson and proceeded to drag the man out the door. Artemis held onto Sherlock's waist to stop the detective from starting a fist-fight in Lestrade's office.
Once they seperated the two grown man-children, Lestrade proceeded to debrief Sherlock. After they finished, Sherlock left immediatly, leaving Artemis in her seat.
" So..uh Artemis, how old are you ?" Lestrade asked, making an effort to break the ice.
" I'm twenty-one, turning twenty-two in two weeks." she said.
" Cool, so your Mycroft's daughter?" he asked. Artemis' eyes hardened
" Yes, unfortunately." she said bitterly, then she stood up. " I have to go, I've got plans." she said nodding a goodbye to Lestrade.
After she swept out of the door, Lestrade banged his head againist the wall repeatedly. Stupid, stupid. Obviously she has a date, not to mention way too Mycroft's kid, idiot, Sherlock was right I am an idiot. he thought to himself.
" Um...should I come back later?" Sally asked akwardly, standing at the door with a file in her hands.
Artemis checked her appearence one more time before bidding John and Sherlock goodnight and heading outside. Right at 8:00 pm, a black car pulled up to the curb and the driver got out and opened the door. Artemis slid in and to her great irritaton Anthea was sitting next to her, tapping away at her phone. Artemis scowled and planned revenge on her father the entire way to the resteraunt. As soon as the driver opened the door for Artemis, she got out as fast as humanly possible. Artemis spotted Mycroft standing at the enterance, no doubt waiting for her.
" Artemis, good evening." Mycroft said, offering his arm to his child.
" Daddy." she acknowledged taking his arm, and making sure her leg was revealed via the long slit going down her black dress.
Mycroft frowned as he saw several men turn and look at his daughter. Which made her smirk, her revenge ; annoying Mycroft through dinner by making all the men notice her ... assests.
" Don't you think that your dress is a bit inapporpriate?" He asked calmly, though his brow was wrinkled.
"Not all at." Artemis answered, sitting down and allowing her Dad to push in her seat.
The waiter came to take their orders and Artemis smiled flirtatiously at the young man.
" I'd like an Inglenook Cabernet Sauvignon 1941, please." she ordered, not even bothering to look at the menu.
" Of course, Miss." The poor man said looking lost. Mycroft cleared his throat before ordering as well.
" And I'll have a Dalmore 64 Trinitas,Thank you very much." he said clearly dismissing the waiter .
The evening went about without too much of a disaster, finally as they were settling after their desserts had been cleared. Mycroft finally told Artemis why he had brought her here.
" Artemis, we've had an issue in one of our foregin missions, and we have to send two undercover agents into the fray." He said slowly.
"Right, and you need me and Uncle Sherlock to solve it." Artemis said relieved, the order of the universe has once again been restored.
" That's right, but John must go along as well, and ...Lestrade." Mycroft said, clearly not wanting to have this conversation. But the last name caught Artemis' attention.
" Lestrade ? and what is this all important mission that requires two Holmes, an ex-army doctor and a detective insepector of New Scotland Yard?" Artemis inquried.
Mycroft smiled that sneaking smirk of his, " You'll see. The game, my dear, is just beginning."