SHERLOCK'S POV

Not more than a second had passed since Abrielle had left the room, and I already felt the need to explain her disappearance to John. There was no doubt, she was hiding something. I know, I know innocent until proven guilty. And I was aware that I had no liable evidence against her, nor had I deduced it in any way. But coupled with the way she flat out lied about what she had whispered a few minutes prior and the fact that she had left to phone someone in the middle of the case there was no doubt that she was hiding something. Something not only work related, but also something so bad that not even I could simply deduce it off of her. I looked at John, my face clearly saying it all as I waited for him to look my way. Finally not more than a minute later he did.

"I told you. She's clearly hiding something." I stated looking towards him with a knowing smirk. Something was going on with that sister of his and it was something that needed to be addressed.

"Don't be silly. She isn't. She wouldn't. She's an open book." John replied, looking at me in disbelief, as if the very idea of Abrielle hiding something was incomprehensible to him.

"She's hiding something John, just because you're blinded by affection for your younger sibling doesn't mean that she isn't keeping secrets from us." I informed him, giving him a small glare to finish it off. She was anything but an open book, Going from the look of her eyes she lied, and a lot. Every liar has a tell, you just had to look hard enough, and Abrielle … well, Abrielle's tell was the way her eyes darkened when she lied. Normally they were bright and full of life, but when she lied her eyes were dark and dangerous as if she were warning you not to listen to her. If she were an open book she wouldn't have lied as much as she has. So obviously either John was an idiot, or John was denying it and instead of seeing Abrielle for who she really was he saw what he wanted to see. Either way he was wrong, and I intended to fix that.

"I've known that girl since she was born, and there is no way she is even capable of keeping a secret for more than a minute. She's the shyest least secretive person you'll ever meet." John mumbled quietly, looking closely at the black paper flower as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. Not secretive, no. Shy, no. Not cable of keeping a secret, no, no, no, no! She wasn't like that all! Did John really not notice just how much his little sister had changed? She was different now.

"Something has changed because she's not the girl you remember. She's more manipulative, more secretive, more outgoing. She's not the little girl you grew up with, John." I explained, barely looking at him as I spoke. I was deep in thought now, my brain was working a mile a minute to figure out what exactly she was hiding. Every possible scenario the good and the bad to find anything, ANYTHING that could lead me to the right answer. When I found nothing of importance I abandoned those thoughts and instead I went to my mind palace, my imaginary feet guiding itself to a new addition to the third floor. This was it … the Abrielle Watson Room. I ripped off the caution tape that was telling me to stay out, as the room was not completed and I entered walking carefully through the shiny blue door, the same blue as her eyes. It was a room like I'd never seen before, there were books surrounding the walls and the bed had several boxes of manila files just sitting there. The beauty of the room though was not that it had so many books, or files, or a door the same color as her eyes, no it was the beautiful violin the color of chocolate that sat directly next to the bed that took my interest. Why did my mind put it there? What was so special about it? And why in Abrielle's room of all places? It's not like she played violin, so why was it here and not in in my room like it should have been? Ugh! Too many questions and not enough answers! I picked up one of the books and turned it around. No that can't be right … the title was missing, and the pages ... the pages were blank, stark white as if they were brand new and bought at a store. If this book was empty did that mean that the others were too? I ran through her room, picking up books and looking through the folders, yet all of them were blank. All off them! Not one of them filled with information except for one line on one file on the bed, and all it told me was that Abrielle was related to John, and that she had black hair and blue eyes. Anyone, even an idiot like Anderson could have deduced that! How could this be? It was like I didn't know anything about Abrielle! She was just a big question mark to me. This was all so new to me … I never couldn't deduce someone like this. It was almost like I was losing my game, like every second I was around Abrielle the more I became an idiot. No but that couldn't be true could it, it was simply illogical! I brought up a mental image of her, our conversations slowly swirling around in my ears as I looked the girl up and down. I couldn't be turning human because of her right?

"Bag this up, will you … and see if you can get prints off this glass." A man's voice stated, echoing off off the walls as he entered the room. Plain clothes, looks about 23 at the most, he must be a Sergeant I analysed snapping out of my Abrielle induced thoughts.

"Ah, Sergeant. We haven't met." I said politely, holding my hand out for him to shake. I know, I usually don't do formalities and all, but this was different. We had after all broken into a crime scene without permission, we needed to act respectful so they didn't try and turn us in or anything like that. I know anyone here would just love to throw me in jail for one thing or another, and this would be the perfect ammunition, so therefore politeness it was.

"Yeah, I know who you are; and I'd prefer it if you didn't tamper with any of the evidence." The man replied, giving me a stern glare as he nodded his head towards the lotus in my other hand. So much for formalities and such. This guy was an absolute jerk, there was no doubt in my mind that Abrielle would simply hate the guy, he was after all very much like Sebastian.

"I've phoned Lestrade. Is he on his way?" I questioned rudely, handing the man the origami lotus as I stared grumpily in his direction. I wanted Lestrade here. Geoff, Gavin, Graham … whatever the hell his name was. He was much better at his job than this imbecile. At least Lestrade was smart enough to know that when I was solving a case you better stay out of my way. Apparently, this man hadn't got that memo. Where was Gavin anyways, I had called him not more than twenty minutes ago, it doesn't take that long to make it to the center of London.

"He's busy. I'm in charge. And it's not Sergeant; it's Detective Inspector. Dimmock." The man now known as Dimmock said rather pompously, my eyes immediately going to John's as I gave him a surprised look. Really? DI? I highly doubt that considering he looked barely old enough to graduate Uni for that matter, and additional to that it took a vast amount of time of climbing up the ranks to become a DI. So how was he possibly one this early in his life? It wasn't like it was because he was smart or anything, in fact he's rather dumb. So how in the world could he possibly be one? It was as if he were lying to throw me off.

"We're obviously looking at a suicide." Dimmock replied, handing the origami lotus off to one of the men that passed him. And the man get's stupider. It was like he was purposely turning himself into an idiot! What was wrong with this man! He was like Anderson but three times worse, minus the stupid face of course. Anderson looked like a seal mixed with a horse, where as this man looked fresh out of school! Ugh, if there was one thing I hated the most in the world it was smug idiots that thought that they knew everything. This was anything but a suicide, in fact it was a murder I was positive, so why did Dimmock immediately assume it was a suicide?

"That does seem the only explanation of all the facts." John replied to Dimmock, agreeing with his hypothesis. Oh, great! John was turning into an idiot now too! What was this … was nobody's brain's working today? I snapped off my latex gloves in anger, and turned towards the idiotic detective inspector to correct him on his obvious blunder.

"Wrong. It's one possible explanation of some of the facts." A voice said behind me, I turned on my heel to find Abrielle with a smirk on her lips and a shimmer in her eyes. She was amused, for what reason I didn't know, but I did know however that her and I were on the same path, this was murder.

"That is precisely what I was going to say." I replied, giving her a small smile as I regained my calm composure once again.

"You see you lot have got a solution that you like, but you're choosing to ignore anything you see that doesn't comply with it." I explained, gesturing around the area with a new sense of superiority around me. Van Coon had died sometime last night, probably around one or two in the morning going by the small amount of blood. There wasn't a struggle, there wouldn't have been when the victim was half asleep in his bed. So someone, most likely the acrobat that broke into the bank, had also decided to kill Van Coon. Nothing around this area lead me to suggest Suicide, not one bit. There was no evidence whatsoever to support that theory.

"The wound was on the right side of his head." I replied, explaining my findings to Dimmock. If the wound was on the right then there was no way it could have been anything but murder. After all Van Coon had clearly been threatened, and now no more than a few hours later we find the same man dead. That was the definition of murder, and if this imbecile couldn't see that, well he should clearly rethink his job choice.

"And?" Dimmock urged on, still lost as to why the wound being on the right was so important.

"Van Coon was clearly left-handed." Abrielle explained snarkily, trying to mime a person trying to point a gun to her right temple with her left hand as if to just accentuate her point even further.

"Requires quite a bit of contortion." I continued, adding onto Abrielle's previous thoughts as I gestured to Abrielle's demonstration. If this didn't make Dimmock understand, I didn't know what would. It was like pulling teeth with him, all he did was question, and doubt, and ignore. All he cared about was his own opinions. As if the right answers were always wrong and everything had to be done his way. Ugh, it was annoying.

"Left-handed?"Dimmock asked in reply, his face contorting into a confused frown.

"Oh, I'm amazed you didn't notice. All you have to do is look around this flat." Abrielle answered sarcastically, rolling her eyes at the stupid question. I could just see the sarcasm bouncing around her whole face. She was very annoyed there was no doubt about it. I had been correct when I had said that she would hate Dimmock, because just by the look of her face it was clear that she did. She was cross at Dimmock, and there was not a doubt in my mind that soon she would do the exact same thing she did to Sebastian, embarrass him until he was humiliated beyond belief. It was one thing that made me rather enjoy Abrielle's company. She stood up for me, and helped me even though she had no reason to

"The coffee table on the left-hand side and the coffee mug handle is pointing to the left. The Power sockets: he habitually used the ones on the left …" Abrielle stated, pointing towards both the table beside the sofa, and the power sockets in quick secession.

"Pen and paper on the left-hand side of the phone because he picked it up with his right and took down messages with his left. D'you want us to go on?" I finished, glancing towards Abrielle who gave me an approving nod.

"No, I think you've covered it." John exclaimed in exasperation, staring at both me and his sister as if he were tired of us. It was as if he felt the need to stop us, and by the look of his face it wasn't the first time he had to stop Abrielle either. He was annoyed that we were being show offs, and yet he wasn't at all annoyed that Dimmock was being an idiot. It was so unfair! He couldn't just tell me and Bree what to do and totally ignore the other person at fault here! Dimmock was being an idiot so I decided to show him that he was wrong, and knowing Abrielle she was doing the same exact thing as me. We were fine, it wasn't like we were going to kill the man by acting like the geniuses we were.

"Oh, I might as well finish I'm almost at the bottom of the list." I replied, giving Abrielle a small raise of my brow as if asking for permission to continue. She nodded a small smirk resting on her lips as she did so.

"There's a knife on the breadboard with butter on the right side of the blade because he used it with his left." I explained pointing at the knife that still had butter spread on it's blade.

"Which means it would be physically impossible for him to have shot himself in the head. Not only that but he wasn't even close to depression, in fact from the look of the room he had a stable job that paid a lot of money, a girlfriend that he was planning on proposing to, and a loving family. He would have no need to off himself." Abrielle finished, looking at me with a smug smile. I knew that she had deduced more than me, I just knew it, and from the look of her smile she knew it too.

"How could you possibly know that?!" John asked his sister in appalment, staring at her as if she had grown two heads or something as equally as interesting.

"I simply used my eyes." Abrielle replied looking at John with a playful smile. How did she do it? Well she deduced it obviously. The question is how? She was in the hall making a phone call for a good fifteen minutes before she came back in, so where could she have deduced it from? She was good, in fact she's brilliant. She was a good challenger. I don't think once in all my years I've ever seen someone that had something that similar to my skillset before. She just used her eyes, simple as that, and to be honest it was amazing.

"Yes, I know that Abrielle, I meant what did you see." John explained, rolling his eyes at her. Sibling rivalry, now we're getting somewhere. That was something new about Abrielle that I could add to her room, and it wasn't a lie either. You just can't fake a sibling rivalry, and I know that from experience. Her face was playful and childish because she knew she would win which means John lets her win all the time. Her eyes were hopeful though, as if she kept up this sibling rivalry as a remembrance of old times. But why? Why would she want to keep things the way they were? I was getting somewhere I just had a feeling. Maybe she'd drop another clue to who she was in her deduction, it was always possible.

"Well, considering he has several freshly pressed Paul Smith suits that are extremely expensive …" Abrielle started only to be interrupted by Detective Inspector Idiot.

"Bollocks. How could you possibly know it's that specific brand, it could be any old suit." He stated, looking towards Abrielle like she was the stupidest person in history.

"My coworker wears that specific brand all the time. Of course I'd be able to tell what brand it is, unlike you who most likely doesn't even know their left from their right. Aren't you way to young to even be a DI?" Abrielle replied, questioning him. She was very very cross now, you could just see it in the way her eyes darkened.

"I'll have you know Ms that I do not take lightly to rudeness. I do believe that I have every right to send you straight to jail for interfering with police work, considering you are after all a civilian." Dimmock explained, giving her a harsh glare that even the toughest of men would run away from. But not Abrielle, no she stood there her head held high, and an evil smile resting on her lips. The deep pools of her eyes brightening considerably.

"You wanna bet." She replied, her eyes glinting mischievously as she grabbed a small thin rectangular wallet out of her pocket, and opened it showing it to the detective.

"Bloody hell." Dimmock said in surprise, his face reddening in embarrassment. I was right, she had embarrassed him. I didn't know how or why, but whatever it was it seemed to be whatever was in that wallet. That wallet and whatever was inside was key to this secret she was keeping I just knew it. I needed to see that wallet. The question was, how?

"You can't lay a single finger on me Detective Inspector, so I suggest you tread lightly." Abrielle replied, looking at him with a smug smile placed gently on her lips.

"My sincerest apologies ma'am." Dimmock replied with a frown, looking at Abrielle as if he had disrespected the queen or something. She wasn't that important, she was after all a Watson by blood, so it would be impossible to become royalty. So who was she? And why was he apologizing so profusely?

"As you should be sorry." Abrielle replied, nodding her head in an approval of his apology. She smiled a small smile in John's direction, his mouth dropping to the floor at Abrielle's behavior. She closed the wallet and went to put it away, but just before she could I snatched it out of her hand. This was my chance this was when I'd figure out just what the precious little Abrielle Watson was hiding behind her rough exterior!

"Give that back!" She shouted in full blown anger, trying to reach up and grab it back from me. She was a hobbit, did she honest to god expect to take it from me? Really? Whatever was in that wallet must be of importance if she was trying that hard to get it back.

"No, I need to know what your hiding." I stated holding the wallet just out of her reach. I couldn't risk looking at it yet, not now when she was so close to me. If I lowered it any further she could jump up and grab it, and she knew that too.

"Give me it. Now." She demanded, holding out her hand as if she expected me to simply hand it back to her.

"Repeating yourself is not going to make me give it back to you any quicker." I replied, looking down at her fuming form. It wasn't like I'd just hand it over after all of that! No, I wanted to know what she was keeping from me and John and I wanted to know as soon as I possibly could. Giving it back would mean that she finds a safer place to keep it and I wouldn't be able to look at it. Giving it back would mean game over she wins, I lose. But if I could just wait a little bit more until she gives up and walk away, I'd have the upper hand. I'd win this little game of ours. I just needed to wait a little more, just a few more minutes.

"You asked for it." She said, walking calmly over to me, placing her non-dominant foot in front of her when she was a mere two or three inches away from me. Then in the blink of an eye she stomped on my foot as hard as she possibly could. And let me tell you, it hurt like hell. Then while I was holding my injured foot, distracted for the time being she sweeped my other foot, causing me to fall to the floor, crippled and in pain. I was stunned, there was no way she could know how to do that. No way. Who was Abrielle Watson? Because I'll tell you one thing, she is definitely not who she says she is. Not with that level of training.

"I'll be taking that back thanks." She said, grabbing her wallet back and strutting out the door with a smile on her face. A stunned expression overtaking my features as I thought. How? Really though, how could she just know something like that? What wasn't she telling us? And what was in that wallet? It was all just a bunch of question marks. So many question that lead to one case. Who was Abrielle? It was all I wanted … no, all I needed to know. Abrielle Watson, the only unsolved mystery.

"She so showed you!" John exclaimed, snapping me out of my thoughts as he helped me to stand. To him this was all a joke, like I had it coming. But what he didn't see however is that Abrielle was hiding something in that wallet. She was protecting her secret, not making me embarrassed. Anyways, that would be a horrible tactic to make me embarrassed and she knew that. No, harming me did nothing. Embarrassment for me was one word … Mycroft. He always had it in his mind to tell people things about my childhood, things that normal people would find gross or abnormal. Tales of experiments, and friendships gone wrong. He was there for it all.

"Yes, she rather did show me." I said with a small smile, thinking of what she was planning next. It was my move now, she'd already sacrificed her queen. She had little to no moves left. I would win, for that I knew for sure. After all I never lost.

"Wait, you're not upset? A girl just beat up the great Sherlock Holmes!? A girl that is by the way my little sister?!" John asked in confusion, his eyebrows furrowing as he frowned up at me. He was confused, and again I might add. Poor John and his unintelligence. He saw but he didn't observe.

"No, don't you see, John? Your sister made a crucial mistake!" I explained looking at him with a huge smile. Yes, she made a mistake. It was her sacrifice. The sacrifice of her queen for the ultimate checkmate. The only problem is, I know what she's doing.

"Mistake? What mistake, she beat you up and took her possessions back. The possessions, by the way, that you had stolen from her in the first place!" John exclaimed, explaining his confusion.

"Yes, but did you notice how she attacked me? She placed her non dominant foot in front of her so the sweep would be more forceful. That means she's desperate to protect the information on that card. So the question is what was on that card that could be so important that she doesn't want anyone to see it?" I explained victoriously, raising one of my brows in question. She would literally do anything if her secret were in danger of being released. And she had beaten me to a pulp to retrieve her wallet, which leads me to conclude that whatever was in that wallet was attached to her secret in some way shape or form. Whatever she kept in there was important.

"Don't be ridiculous! You aren't still obsessed with that theory are you?" He questioned me, looking at me in annoyance. Yes, I was still obsessed with that fact. Of course I was! It was like a mini case within a case. Besides I wanted to challenge a mind just as genius as my own, and that mind just happened to be Abrielle's.

"She's hiding something John, it's very rare to see someone that has training in that particular form of fighting." I stated, explaining what me getting beaten to a pulp had lead me to deduce about our favorite little Watson.

"It was just a sweep of her leg! That's self defense 101, anyone can learn that!" John replied, looking at me as if I was the craziest man on the planet. Yes, it was self defense I knew that. In fact I was taught that. But it wasn't that kind of self defense. This was training, training for something very particular.

"No, John, they can't. Didn't you see the way it was executed? It was perfect and clean cut, it was precise and focused. Self defense is taught in a vague perspective and it isn't that perfect. Besides, she stepped on my foot, rather harshly I might say. She distracted me first. That is an old fighting move that was taught to the soldiers of Sapporo, an old Japanese movement that started in 1886 by the Japanese government to protect it's people. Only a few handful of people know that move, and your sister is one of them. She's hiding something, John, and the key is on that card." I exclaimed, grabbing my coat and putting it on. I needed to go to my mind palace, but not here. No, here was too noisy, and Dimmock's face was putting me off.

"Do you need any more proof that this isn't a suicide or can I leave?" I asked, turning towards Dimmock with a glare. I disliked him so much, and what Abrielle did to him he most definitely deserved. If he needed more proof I'd most certainly die. No one was that idiotic. Not even Anderson.

"No, I trust the lady." Dimmock replied back. His face still red from utter embarrassment. Good, he trusts Abrielle. At least we got one good thing out of her embarrassing him, other than his hilarious reaction of course.

"Good choice. Come on, John, we must be going." I stated pulling my coat collar up and exciting the room dramatically, John following slowly behind me. This was it, I'd find out Abrielle's little secret soon. I just knew it. All it would take is lot's of brain power, and a vast amount of patience, something I'd be sure to practice during this case. I had her king cornered all I had to do now is wait for the right moment to strike. Watch your back Miss. Watson because I played to win. And this time was no exception.