I had to find somewhere to leave chapter 2 at, without it being too weird. That seemed a good place as any. ((Plus, if I hadn't chopped it into two pieces, it would be extremely long))

So, here's the rest of Study in Pink. Next chapter will be based off one of the written works (so a little different) and then we'll delve into The Banker episode. (or we'll do another written works, and THEN the Banker. Either way- )

Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock or Criminal Minds -sad face- But Annalise is allllll mine

Note: If you're wondering when the Criminal Minds cast will come into this, it'll be after Reichenbach. So, there's still quite a ways to go.

Previously, on Sherlock: D.N.A:

"You need to bring Rachel in. You need to question her. I need to question her."

"We can't do that Sherlock," Anna told him," Rachel's dead."

Now:

"Excellent!" John looks startled at Sherlock's excited outburst.

"How, when and why? Is there a connection? There has to be."

"Well, I doubt it, since she's been dead for fourteen years. Technically she was never alive," Lestrade explained," Rachel was Jennifer Wilson's stillborn daughter, fourteen years ago." Anna noticed the grimace on John's face as he turned away. Sherlock on the other hand just look confused.

"No, that's… that's not right. How… why would she do that? Why?"

"Why would she think of her daughter in her last moments? Yep—sociopath; I'm seeing it now," Anderson stated, peeking out from the kitchen and leaning on the divider.

Sherlock turned to him with exasperation etched all over his face," She didn't think about her daughter. She scratched her name onto the floor with her fingernails. She was dying. It took effort. It would have hurt." He began to pace the room once more, brows furrowing as he thought.

"You said the victims all took the poison themselves," John said," That he makes them take it. Well, maybe he… I don't know, talks to them? Maybe he used the death of her daughter somehow."

"Yeah but that was ages ago," Sherlock said, stopping his pacing and turning to him," Why would she still be upset?" Almost all at once, everyone in the flat stopped what they were doing and were silent. Sherlock glanced around the room and then looked to Anna and John awkwardly.

"Not good?"

"Bit not good, yeah," John nodded.

"Sentiment, Sherlock," Anna explained," It's a real thing."

Sherlock shook it off and stepped closer to John, staring at him intently," Yeah, but if you were dying… if you'd been murdered: in your very last few seconds, what would you say?"

"Please, God, let me live." Anna felt her heart jump a bit at John's words, and she felt sadness flow through her body.

"Oh, use your imagination!"

"I don't have to." Sherlock was quiet for a few moments, before shifting on his feet a few times.

"Yeah, but if you were clever, really clever… Jennifer Wilson running all those lovers: she was clever," Sherlock continued, as he began pacing throughout the room," She's trying to tell us something." Suddenly, Mrs. Hudson came into view, stopping at the door to Sherlock's living room.

"Isn't the doorbell working? Your taxi's here, Sherlock."

"I didn't order a taxi. Go away."

"Sherlock- manners," Anna frowned.

Mrs. Hudson looks about the room," Oh, dear. They're making such a mess. What are they looking for?"

"It's a drugs bust, Mrs. Hudson," John explained to her, and her face paled a bit.

"But they're just for my hip. They're herbal soothers," Mrs. Hudson admitted anxiously. Anna saw Sherlock stop his pacing- his back to the door- and he shouted at everyone.

"Shut up, everybody, shut up! Don't move, don't speak, don't breathe. I'm trying to think. Anderson- face the other way. You're putting me off."

"What? My face is?!"

"You're just learning that fact now?" Anna mocked.

"Everybody quiet and still. Anderson, turn your back," Lestrade ordered.

"Oh, for God's sake!"

"You're back, now, please!" Lestrade ordered, his voice sterner than it was his previous order; it made Anna's heart leap a bit, before she shook it off.

"Come on, think. Quick!" Sherlock muttered to himself.

"What about your taxi?"

"MRS. HUDSON!" Sherlock yelled, causing her to jump.

"Sherlock!" Anna exclaimed, before turning to the older lady calmly, "Mrs. Hudson- please, dismiss the taxi." She nodded and disappeared down the steps, as Anna walked over to her brother.

"Anna. Talk it out with me." Sherlock seemed to plead, his voice soft.

"Alright," Anna nodded, as Lestrade and John watched," We found her in a part of town that she would never go to. She had a string of lovers- more than likely that never knew about the others. Her mobile was not in her luggage or on her person- somehow the murderer has it in their possession. Did he take it from her? Did she give it to him? The poison—"

"Oh." Sherlock suddenly smiled in delight," Ah! She was clever, clever, yes!" Anna watched him walk across the room and then turn back to the others. "She's cleverer than you lot and she's dead. Do you see, do you get it?" They all thought for a moment, Lestrade and John still confused; Anna on the other hand, realized what Sherlock had concluded. He saw the realization dawn upon her face.

"You see it- Anna," Sherlock pointed out," She didn't lose her phone, she never lost it. She planted it on him." He began pacing again, as he continued," When she got out of the car, she knew that she was going to her death. She left the phone in order to lead us to her killer."

"But how?" Lestrade questioned, causing Sherlock to stop his pacing.

"Wha…? What do you mean, how?"

Lestrade shrugged, causing Sherlock to exclaim," Rachel!" Everyone looked at him blankly, causing him to turn to Anna expectantly.

"Sorry- even I am lost on what Rachel has to do with anything," she apologized.

"Oh, look at you lot. You're all so vacant. Is it nice not being me? It must be so relaxing," Sherlock mused, his voice almost playful- Anna scowling at him- before he turned sterner," Rachel is not a name."

"Then what is it?" John asked.

"John, on the luggage. There's a label. E-mail address," Sherlock explained. As John walked over to it and read it aloud, Sherlock went to his laptop.

"Er, jennie dot pink at mephone dot org dot uk."

"Oh, I've been too slow. She didn't have a laptop, which means she did her business on her phone. So it's a smartphone, it's e-mail enabled." Anna walked over to his chair and watched over his shoulder as he pulled up Mephone's website and typed the email address into the user name box.

"So, she had a website for her account," Anna realized," Her username is her e-mail address… and her password…. Rachel?"

"So we can read her e-mails. So what?" Anderson quipped, causing Sherlock to sit up straight and frown.

"Anderson, don't talk out loud. You lower the I.Q of the who street. We can do much more than just read her e-mails. It's a smartphone, it's got GPS, which means if you lose it you can locate it online."

"She's leading us directly to her murderer," Anna continued for Sherlock.

"Unless he got rid of it," Lestrade pointed out.

"We know he didn't," John shook his head.

"Come on, come on. Quickly," Sherlock urged impatiently, staring at the screen.

"Give it some time Sherlock. Technology isn't as quick as you are," Anna teased playfully, as Mrs. Hudson walked back into the room.

"Sherlock, dear. This taxi driver…" He got up and walked over to her, gently placing his hands on her shoulders.

"Mrs. Hudson, isn't it time for your evening soother?" John sat down in the chair that Sherlock had just vacated, as together with Anna, they watched a clock spinning around on the website, as it claims to locate in under three minutes. Sherlock turned away from Mrs. Hudson and towards Lestrade.

"We need to get vehicles. Get a helicopter. We're gonna have to move fast. This phone battery won't last forever."

"We'll just have a map reference, not a name," Lestrade frowned.

"It's a start!" Sherlock exclaimed, as a map appeared on the screen and began zooming in on the location of the phone.

"Sherlock…" John began.

"Where is it John?" Sherlock questioned.

"It's…. here," Anna stated, looking from the computer screen to Sherlock," The location is 221 Baker street." Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a man standing in the shadows behind Mrs. Hudson- but turned her attention back to her brother.

"How can it be here? How?" Sherlock questioned, straightening up.

"Well, maybe it was in the case when you brought it back and it fell out somewhere?" Lestrade suggested.

"What, and I didn't notice it? Me? I didn't notice?"

"Enough Sherlock," Anna frowned.

"Anyway," John said, turning his attention to Lestrade," We texted him and he called back."

"Guys," Lestrade called out to his colleagues," We're also looking for a mobile somewhere here, belonged to the victim…" As everyone began searching, Anna watched as Sherlock began doing his own thing.

"John, you said that you had previously texted the phone? Do you still have the number?" Anna asked him.

"Hmm, yeah. Should still be around here somewhere. Sherlock had it on a piece of paper the other day," John nodded, as the two of them began filing through the papers on the table. Anna kept an eye on Sherlock out of her periphery vision- knowing he was piecing things together. A few moments passed, before Sherlock's phone dinged. Silently, Sherlock looked at his own mobile, before seeming to stare into space vacantly.

"Sherlock, you okay?" Anna questioned, as she paused her search and looked up from the table.

"What? Yeah, yeah. I-I'm fine."

"How can that phone be here?" John wondered, still searching.

"Dunno," Sherlock muttered.

"Ah- here it is, I'll try it again," John said finding the piece of paper with Jennifer Wilsons number on it.

"Good idea," Sherlock mumbled, barely audible, as he began heading towards the door.

"Where you going, Sher?" Anna asked him, as John looked up from typing the number into his phone.

"Fresh air. Just popping outside for a moment. Wont be long." Anna and John frown as Sherlock leaves the room, and John calls out to him.

"You sure you're alright?"

"I'm fine," Sherlock stated, as he hurried down the steps.

"Odd one," John stated, as he held the phone up to his ear and listened to it ring.

"Best to my knowledge, always has been," Anna chuckled. John walks over to the window, the phone to his ear- and watches something with interest.

"He just got in a cab," John said, before turning around to Lestrade and Anna- as Donovan walked over to them," It's Sherlock. He just drove off in a cab."

"I told you, he does that," Donovan frowned, irritated, as she turned to Lestrade," He bloody left again." As she walked back into the kitchen, she loudly said," We're wasting our time!"

"I'm calling the phone- it's ringing out."

"If it's ringing, it's not here," Lestrade shrugged, looking around in dismay.

"I'll try the search again," John frowned, reaching for the laptop and keeping the phone to his ear.

"Does it matter?" Donovan walked back over to them," Does any of it? You know, he's just a lunatic, and he'll always let you down. You're wasting your time. All our time."

"You know what- Donovan- I've kept my cheek because we're always at work," Anna glared at the Detective, her anger rising," But I've about had it with your snide little remarks about Sherlock! The next time you say something bad about him- I swear I'll punch you in the face—consequences be damned."

The two ladies glared at one another, as Lestrade and John watched in silence.

"Lestrade?" Donovan uttered, looking away from Anna, and turning to her superior. He stares at her for a long moment as she holds his gaze, then his eyes flicker to Anna, before he sighs.

"Okay, everybody," Lestrade called out loudly," Done 'ere. Let's go."

Everyone began piling out and walking down the steps.

"Why did he do that? Why did he have to leave?" Lestrade asked aloud, as he put his jacket on.

"You know him better than I do," John answered, as Lestrade turned his attention to him.

"I've known him for five years, and no, I don't. Anna-?" They turned their attention to her, only to find her over by the far window, mobile to her face as she spoke to someone.

"So, why do you put up with him?"

"Because I'm desperate, that's why," Lestrade turned to walk out the door, but turned back around as Anna walked over towards the table once more, mobile put in her pocket," And because Sherlock Holmes is a great man. And I think one day, if we're very, very lucky, he might even be a good one." Giving one last look to John, Lestrade turned his attention to Anna and asked," Coming?"

"I'll find my own way back to the Yard," Anna bit out, irritation still evident in her voice and expression. She noted Lestrade's face falling slightly, but he only nodded in silence, before turning back around and disappearing down the steps. Pinching the bridge of her nose, Anna sighed in annoyance, resting a hand on her hip.

"You… er, you seem very protective of him. Sherlock, I mean," John noted, causing Anna to look over her should to him as he sat at the table with the phone in one hand and the other hand on the laptop keyboard.

"Well, I am. It pisses me off to no end when people—like Donovan—judge Sherlock like they do. They don't know him like I do. He's not a bad person, he just… he doesn't understand most social cues or the concept of emotion. It's not his fault though, really. He's just always been like that."

"How long have you known him?" John questioned, as he finally gave up on the phone and tossed his onto the table.

"It'll be seventeen years this July."

"Oh, wow," John bit out, unsure of what to say to that," And you started… dating…?"

"What?" Anna froze, her eyes going wide for a second," No—no, no. Sherlock and I—haha. Ha! Oh, I'm sorry, but—haha. Yeah, no- Sherlock and I are not a couple."

"You're not?" John questioned, obviously confused," The two of you seem very close—like… real close…"

"Yeah— we should be," Anna laughed, placing her hands in the back pockets of her jeans," I'm his sister." That fact caused John's eyes to go wide and his curiosity grow.

"Sister? He never—"

"Never mentioned having one? Yeah- I know," Anna shrugged," We don't claim each other that often."

"And you're just so—"

"Different than him? Yeah- I know. Because unlike my brothers, I actually am attuned to my emotions, and don't hold them back. Anyways—I gotta get going. I've got my own casework to get back to. It was nice meeting you John," Anna said to him, before reaching in her wallet and pulling out a card, handing it to him," Here's my number- should you ever need it. And since you're dealing with Sherlock- odds are you'll need it more often than not. Best of luck with him." With that, I began walking out of the flat, heading down the stairs as I heard John mutter," Brothers?"

Not even a half-hour later, Anna was back at the forensics lab waiting on a hair analysis to come in for Detective Inspector Forbes. As she was sitting there reading a book on the Greek language, Anna heard her phone start buzzing. Though she didn't recognize the number, answered it anyway with a Shrug.

"Holmes."

"Anna—it's John. Look, I can't get ahold of Lestrade, but I got a location of Jennifer Wilson's mobile."

"You did," Anna straightened up in her chair, listening.

"I've got a bad feeling about this whole ordeal- so I need you to get Lestrade and the force down to Roland-Kerr College- you know it?"

"Yeah—well, I know where it is. I'll get right on it," she said, standing up and making a beeline for the door," And John? Keep my brother safe."

"Will do." As we hung up, Anna immediately dialed Lestrade's personal number and waited- still a bit sour after her confrontation of Donovan earlier.

"Sorry- well, not really- but I just received a call from John. He found Wilson's phone location- would you like the information or not?"

0o0o

The brunette stood beside Sherlock as he sat at the back of an ambulance. The paramedics re-placed the orange blanket around his shoulders for the umpteenth time, and as Anna looked to the side, she noticed Lestrade duck under the police tape and walk towards them, straightening his jacket as he done so.

"Why have I got this blanket? They keep putting this blanket on me."

"Yeah, it's for shock," Lestrade told him.

"I'm not in shock."

"Yeah, but some of the guys wanna take photographs," Lestrade grinned, causing Sherlock to roll his eyes- and Anna let a small chuckle escape, causing Lestrade to smirk at her.

"So, the shooter. No sign?"

"Cleared off before we got 'ere. But a guy like that would have had enemies, I suppose. One of them could have been following him but…" Lestrade shrugged,"… Got nothing to go on."

Anna bit back a laugh as Sherlock gave him this look with a his own smirk," Oh, I wouldn't say that." At this, Lestrade rolled his eyes, shuffling his feet and giving a sigh.

"Okay, gimme."

Sherlock stood up, beginning his deduction," The bullet they just dug out of the walls from a hand gun. Kill shot over that distance from that kind of a weapon – that's a crack shot you're looking for, but not just a marksman; a fighter. His hands couldn't have shaken at all, so clearly he's acclimatised to violence. He didn't fire until I was in immediate danger, though, so strong moral principle. You're looking for a man probably with a history of military service ..." As he's talking, he turns to look around the area- and his gaze stops on John, who was standing behind the police tape. His voice began to falter," … and nerves of steel…"

Anna noticed Sherlock's gaze, following it to John- and saw John look over towards them, with an innocent look upon his face. Lestrade follows it too, but before he can start asking questions, Sherlock turns to him.

"Actually, do you know what? Ignore me."

"Sorry?"

"Ignore all of that. It's just the, er, the shock talking." Sherlock began walking towards John, but Lestrade stopped him.

"Where're you going?"

"I just need to talk about the- the rent."

"But I've still got questions for you."

Sherlock looked Lestrade, his gaze flickering to his sister a moment, before turning back to Lestrade with some irritation," Oh, what now? I'm in shock! Look, I've got a blanket!" He waved a corner of the blanket as to make a point. The act caused a small chuckle from Anna, to which Sherlock gave her a small, brotherly smile.

"Sherlock!" Lestrade exclaimed, exasperated as he crossed his arms.

"And I just caught you a serial killer… more or less."

"Lestrade, can't we just let him go home for the night? It's been a busy couple days- I'm sure Sherlock is tired," Anna asked, turning the Detective Inspectors attention to her. He looked thoughtful for a moment, before sighing.

"Okay. We'll bring you in tomorrow. Off you go." Anna and Lestrade watch as Sherlock walks away, throwing he blanket into one of the police cars and ducking under the police tape.

"He can't keep going off on his own, Anna," Lestrade told her, his voice stern.

"I know- believe me, I do. But I've told you before, I can't control what my brother does."

"You do have influence over him though- maybe you can help curb his habits."

"I've tried, believe me," Anna gave a resigned sigh," But he's very stubborn- and as much of an influence as I may have, I can only do so much. If I could stop all his risky antics all together, believe me, I would. It'd put our parent's minds at ease, Mycroft's mind at ease- well, as much at ease as it could ever possibly be—and my own mind at ease. Still yet- I do believe his new… acquaintance... will be a positive influence on my brother. So, there may be a miracle yet."

"Yeah. We'll see about that," Lestrade sighed, as Donovan walked over. Anna was still miffed at her, so she immediately walked away, lightly brushing her shoulder as Anna made her way towards where John and Sherlock stood.

"…to prove you're clever." Anna heard John saying as she approached.

"Why would I do that?"

"Because you're an idiot." Sherlock smiled at this statement, and seeing her brother smile- truly smile- for the first time in a while, caused Anna to smile as well.

"A good influence indeed," Anna thought, coming to stand beside them," Well, whomever that shooter was- I would be honored to buy him a drink. Saved my idiot brothers life." The three of them shared a look, before Sherlock forced his smile down, and began walking once more.

"Dinner?"

"Starving."

"Same," Anna added, causing the others to look at her," What? Was I not invited?"

"No, no- you're invited. I want to know more about this… sibling thing you got going on."

"End of Baker Street, there's a good Chinese stays open 'til two. You can always tell a good Chinese by examining the bottom third of the door handle," Sherlock informed, as John and Anna noticed a car pulling up ahead of them- and a man getting out.

"Sherlock. That's him. That's the man I was talking to you about." John's statement causes Sherlock to look over and frowns.

"I know exactly who that is."

"Wait—don't tell me. He forced you into a meeting in an abandon place and offered you money to spy on Sherlock?" Anna guessed.

"You've met him too?"

"Oh yeah." The three made their way over to this man, John noticing Sherlock looking rather unhappy.

"So, another case cracked. How very public spirited… though, that's never really your motivation, is it?"

"What are you doing here?" Sherlock asked him.

"As ever, I'm concerned about you."

"Yes, I've been hearing about your 'concern'."

"Always so aggressive. Did it never occur to you that you and I belong on the same side?"

"Oddly enough, no!" Sherlock replied sarcastically, causing Anna to chuckle again. She tried covering it up, but to no avail; the new man looked over to her- an odd look in his eyes, as he gave a small nod," Annalise. Pleasure to see you again. Staying out of trouble, I do hope."

"Always am, though I can't always say that trouble stays away from me," Anna shrugged, causing the man to frown slightly.

"Anyways, Sherlock, we have more in common that you like to believe. This petty feud between us is simply childish. People will suffer… and you know how it always upsets Mummy."

Anna barely noticed the look of confusion on Johns face, as she began to focus on her brothers. She knew how they got—and unfortunately, it lay upon her to play mediator.

"I upset her? Me? It wasn't me that upsets her, Mycroft."

"No, no, wait. Mummy? Who's Mummy?"

"Mother – our mother. This is my—our—brother, Mycroft," Sherlock explained to John, who stares at the man in amazement, before turning to Anna.

"That's who you meant by 'brothers'."

"Yepp."

"Putting on weight again?"

"Losing it, in fact," Mycroft corrected, proudly.

"He's your brother?!"

"Of course he's my brother."

"So he's not…"

"Not what?" Sherlock asked, as Mycroft looked to John in curiosity, as John shrugged in embarressment.

"I dunno – criminal mastermind?" John grimaced, as Sherlock looked to Mycroft disparagingly.

"Close enough."

"For goodness' sake. I occupy a minor position in the British Government."

"He is the British Government, when he's not to busy being the British Secret Service—" Sherlock started.

"—Or the CIA on a freelance basis," Anna whispered along side him as he finished his sentence. Mycroft gave her a look that easily read 'don't encourage him', as he sighed.

"Good evening, Mycroft. Try not to start a war before I get home. You know what it does to traffic." With that, Sherlock walks off- John following, before stopping and turning back to Anna and Mycroft.

"So, when- when you say you're concerned about him, you actually are concerned?"

"Yes, of course."

"I mean, it actually is a childish feud?"

"He's always been so resentful," Mycroft mused, watching his brother," You can imagine the Christmas dinners."

"Oh yeah, such fun," Anna commented sarcastically," I think the worst one was… probably ten years ago?"

"Hmm… yes, that was quite the… spectacle," Mycroft nodded in agreement.

"Yeah… no. God, no!" John said, half-turning towards Sherlock," I-I'd better, um…" He noticed Mycroft's assistant, her eyes still fixed on her BlackBerry mobile. "Hello again."

She looked up at him and smiled," Hello."

"Yes, we-we met earlier on this evening." She stared at him, almost like she had never seen him before, but was pretending to remember.

"Oh!"

"Trust me, give it up John," Anna said, shaking her head.

"Yeah. Okay, good night," John nodded, somewhat exasperated.

"Good night, Doctor Watson," Mycroft nodded curtly, as John followed Sherlock, who stood some distance away, until they began walking side by side.

"Sir, shall we go?"

"One moment—Annalise?"

"Yeah, yeah. I already discarded of it. Sherlock's lucky I know of his hiding spots," Anna frowned," If someone else from the Yard had found it- he'd be in deep trouble."

"You'll continue to look after him?"

"Of course, Mycroft. You're not the only one that cares for Sherlock."

"Hmm," Mycroft nodded silently, before looking back in the direction of the man in question," Interesting, that soldier fellow."

"He is—I believe he'll be a good influence on Sherlock, though."

"He could be the making of our brother – or make him worse than ever. Either way, we'd better upgrade their surveillance status. Grade Three Active."

"Sorry, sir. Whose status?"

"Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson." With that, the two made to get into their car, before Anna stopped Mycroft with a question.

"Hey, brother mine? Ever gonna tell me what level surveillance you have me under?"

"Good night, Annalise." Mycroft said, getting in and shutting the car door, before it took off into the night.

"Good night… Myc."