ABRIELLE'S POV
I lead them towards the men's toilets knowing that we wouldn't be disrupted there. After all it was the only place in a restaurant that you could talk without others hearing you. I knew that it was risky since I was a female, and you know not … male. But it was the only logical choice considering that there were three of them and only one of me. I opened the door, making sure that no one was in the room, and when I found no one I quickly ushered the other three in after me. I then shut the door softly behind me and turned to face the group of idiots behind me. Yeah, that's right I said idiots. All three of them were a pain in my arse. John was my brother … but on the other hand he was a really overprotective one that pushed my buttons. Sebastian I just flat out hated because of the way he treated me when we first met, and well … Sherlock wasn't that bad, he was just a problem. I was falling hard for the detective and every second I spent in his presence was another second that I lost track of who I was and what I had to do. They were the three most annoying people in the world. To me at least. Alright, enough dilly dallying. We needed information, and we were running out of time.
"Tell us everything you know about Van Coon, anything you know could be vital to this case." I demanded looking over towards Sebastian. If we were going to get anywhere with the guy it was going to be with demands, not questions. He was after all an arrogant little prick. He thought he was smarter then everyone and everything, so demanding things instead of asking would put him in his place rather than raising his ego.
"Harrow; Oxford. Very bright guy. Worked in Asia for a while, so …"
"... you gave him the Hong Kong accounts." John cut in, stopping Sebastian in the middle of his sentence. Did John really just do something rude? What was the world coming to? Nah, maybe he just didn't even realise he had been rude. He was after all that type of person. So ignorant.
"Lost five mill in a single morning; made it all back a week later. Nerves of steel, Eddie had." Sebastian explained, as he went to wash his hands in the sink. Wait? He lost that much money and made it back that quickly? How? Was he working with the Black Lotus Gang? That would at least make sense, I mean he was after all dead at the hands of the gang so it would explain why he had been threatened and killed. Maybe he had stolen something from them during one of his jobs? It would help explain the signature origami lotus at the scene.
"Who'd wanna kill him?" John asked, looking towards me in confusion. Poor John, and his slow idiotic brain.
"We all make enemies, John." I explained, looking at him pointedly. This was common sense, everyone wants to kill someone out there in the world. We all have those people that we can't stand … and don't even get me started on revenge. Van Coon had obviously stolen something which caused the Black Lotus gang to react violently in return. Revenge, simple as that.
"You don't all end up with a bullet through your temple." John replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes at me.
"You'd be surprised." I whispered quietly, sighing, thinking back to one of my missions. I was shot at A LOT on a daily basis, that part is true. Most of the time however I get away with a scratch or two not a bullet to the head. But not that time. Not the time I was running from him. It was horrible. More than that it was torture. He had finally found me after keeping hidden for so long. I still remember the malice smile that he wore, and the way he kissed me that sent disgusting shivers down my spine. That meeting had cost me two bullets in my chest and a visit to the emergency room. Though, it wasn't the bullets that had harmed me. No, they were easily removed and I was perfectly fine the next day. No, it was the heartbreak and confliction that I felt deep in my chest after that. People have enemies, and contradictory to John's belief sometimes they did get people hurt.
I looked up, the beep of a text alert snapping me out of my solemn thoughts. It didn't sound like Sherlock's, and John left his phone back at the flat, so it had to be Sebastian's phone.
"It's my Chairman. The police have been on to him. Apparently they're telling him it was a suicide." Sebastian stated, looking down towards his phone, only proving my hypothesis correct. The Chairman must be keeping Sebastian updated on the case, the only question is why is he telling Sebastian that it was a suicide? In fact, why were the police even saying that in the first place? It was murder. Sherlock and I had even proved it!
"Well, they've got it wrong, Sebastian. He was murdered." Sherlock stated in irritation, clearly agreeing with me. We had both shown the DI exactly why it was murder and he knew it wasn't suicide. HE KNEW! Yet, he was going around telling people that the poor guy had killed himself. The one thing I hated most was people who knew they were wrong, yet THEY STILL go along with their original idea. Stupid arrogant arses! Van Coon was MURDERED. Get it right people!
"Well, I'm afraid they don't see it like that and neither does my boss. I hired you to do a job. Don't get sidetracked." Sebastian replied in a demanding voice, glaring at all three of us in turn. No … I'm sorry. Just no. Nobody told me what to do, not ever. I made my own rules, people didn't make them for me. Who did this pig think he was?! Was he not paying attention when I showed him my job title? Because, I own him. I can do whatever the hell I want with him! Not the other way around!
"Yeah, well I'm in charge of this investigation and I have every right to do as I please." I explained, glaring at him with fire ablaze in my eyes. Just because his Chairman was told it was a murder didn't mean he had to tell us off for investigating. The police had told the guy wrong. Besides that, why was he telling me what to do in the first place? I was in charge and I make the rules, Sebastian had no say in this at all.
"I am aware of that, and if you need more information you can make a meeting with my secretary." Sebastian told me, handing me a card with his business hours on it. Was he even being serious anymore? A meeting. Really. Nope, sorry I'm not that kind of person. And on top of him telling me to set up a meeting, he feels the need to command me around some more?! I'm not just one of his clueless girl toys, I actually have a mind of my own, unlike some people. So, instead of acting like an idiot and well not … me, I glared at him instead, placing the card in my pocket for later use … you know in case I needed to mark a page in a book, or start a fire.
"Stop being a cock and tell me what I need to know, or Mr. Wilkes you'll see yourself executed." I demanded in a harsh tone. I realised that at the time it was just a threat to scare Sebastian into doing what I wanted. But really, I could execute him if I felt like it. Not legally per say, but he could have an 'accident' and end up dying from falling down some stairs … a few hundred times or so. I would do it if I had to, he did deserve it after all.
"Your threats don't faze me Ms. Watson. You're a female, you can't do anything in a man's society." Sebastian replied, giving me a smirk, looking at me as though he had won. He thought he won. With. A. COMMENT. LIKE. THAT. No, no, no, no. He just got himself in even more trouble. He thought he was stronger. Because he was male. He thought he could boss me around. Because he was male. But most of all he thought my threat was a lie. All because I was FEMALE.
"Really now." I replied sarcastically, wrinkling my nose in anger. Not only was Sebastian a total pervert looking at me the way he had when we had met, but now he was also a sexist pig. Wow. Who would have seen this coming? No wonder he looked at women like they were his toys. They were actually toys to him. He saw females as the lower class, the peasants. Well, um sorry to tell you this but um … we don't live in the dark ages anymore! Females aren't objects that are sold for a cow and some sheep. We have our own minds, and I happen to be able to do what I want when I want which includes killing you.
"You may threaten me with these kinds of things, but they aren't going to actually happen. You can't actually do anything, all they are are empty threats." Sebastian replied, just angering me even further.
"And why are they empty threats? Because I'm a woman?" I asked him, holding my anger in as best as possible. Did he even realize that some of the strongest women in the world are Female. I mean the queen was a bloody woman for crying out loud and she could kill a whole country if she wanted to. Was he really telling me that the only reason that my threats had no merit was simply because I had girl parts. Because that sure as hell is what it sounded like.
"Exactly. Now I'll be going." Sebastian replied, setting his phone in his pocket. That was it! No one EVER called me a liar. Not because of my sex. No, because that means you're calling every woman a liar. You hurt one you hurt them all. My anger was at it's highest peak by now, to the point where I was blinded by red. So instead of cooling down and letting Sebastian walk away, I let the anger control me. The hate coursing through my veins and the rage beating wildly within my heart melted together as one and caused me to react, tripping him instantly as he passed me to walk out the door. It was like the spy in me was causing this reaction, causing me to act like a mindless drone. It was like I was stuck within a robot version of myself watching as I pulled Sebastian up from the floor by his hair and slammed him forcefully against the wall. A small part of me regretting everything I was and would do to the man in my grasp as I kneed him in the bollocks. And the tiniest part of me wincing as I punched him so hard in the nose that a sickening crunch resounded through the bathroom signifying that it was most definitely broken. I watched as the anger driven shell of myself let the man go, watching as he sunk to the floor in pain, dark crimson blood spilling out of his nose and painting the tiles red as he laid on the cold floor barely even conscious himself.
"You got me. I'm just a lying, deceitful woman that can't do anything in a man's world … who's trained in over 200 ways to kill you. Afraid yet?" I heard myself say to the man, leaning over his shaking body. I watched as I punched him one last time square in the jaw, knocking the guy into unconsciousness, my fingers calmly finding the business card and ripping it to shreds throwing it on the guy as I stormed out. I stood outside the bathroom, my composure breaking just the tiniest bit as the rage slowly leaked out of my body leaving the calmer version of myself standing there in shock at what I had done. I had hurt Sebastian. Yes, he deserved it. But the rage had overcome me, the spy in me urging me to react to his rude comments. I hadn't even thought twice before I had broken the guy's nose for crying out loud! And … oh my gosh … John and Sherlock had been watching me! Maybe I should go apologize?
"Did she just say that she's trained in over 200 hundred ways to kill people?!" I heard John scream through the door, telling me that maybe it wouldn't be the best idea to walk in there at the moment.
"Yes, I believe she did." Sherlock replied to him, causing my eyes to widen from the laughs I heard coming from him. Was this really that amusing to him? Why wasn't he freaking out? No, he wouldn't freak out. He was Sherlock after all, but why isn't he at least concerned about this new information?
"And you're not the tiniest worried about that?! She's keeping something from us, Sherlock!" I heard John yell in surprise. Wait a second … surprise? He was really surprised I was hiding something from him? Since when? Hadn't Sherlock told him that I was hiding something weeks ago?
"Yes, I've told you that already. Now the question is … who does she work for." I heard Sherlock answer, John huffing in annoyance beside him. So Sherlock had told him, he just hadn't believed him. Sherlock was getting there he knew that my so called secret had something to do with my job. He was close.
"What are you talking about?!" John replied back in confusion, clearly not understanding where Sherlock was going with this.
"This obviously has to do with her job, don't you get it John! Only certain jobs would need her to be trained in killing people. So she obviously works in a field that has her training in that specific way." Sherlock said with joy coating his tone causing me to sigh in relief. Sherlock wasn't hating the fact that I killed people for a living which was a very good thing, a very good thing indeed. Of course he would be happy, me killing people would mean more cases for him, though I doubt he'd want to solve them since they would all lead to me.
"Great so my baby sister is either an assassin, a bad guy, or a spy." I heard John reply sarcastically. He was getting so close to my secret, and he wasn't even being serious! Yes, I'm one of those things … technically speaking.
"Basically, yes." Sherlock replied as though he were reading my mind. Yes, I was one of those things … well, I liked to think so anyways.
"This is great! This is bloody fantastic!" John said yet again sarcastically, the tiniest bit of anger seeping into his voice.
"It is isn't it, it is getting rather interesting." I heard Sherlock say, a smile most likely placing itself on his face simply from the way he had said it. So this was interesting for him was it. This felt like a game to him, huh? Yeah, well he'd never figure it out. He may figure out what I do, or even where I work, but Sherlock would never figure out who I work with. I mean come on It's his own brother for crying out loud, it was too obvious! He needed everything to be complicated and different, but this was so simple that the answer would never even cross his mind.
"I was being sarcastic!" John explained, thinking that possibly Sherlock hadn't understood him. Poor John, he thought that Sherlock knew nothing when it came to human nature, yet he was wrong. He understood sarcasm, in fact I swear to god that Sherlock was and always will be the king of sarcasm. John didn't need to explain why he was reacting the way he was. In fact it was a waste of time.
"I know, and I was being serious." Sherlock replied, smiling at John. His voice getting closer as he made his way to the door. I slide carefully behind one of the tables, making sure that I was well hidden even for Sherlocks deducing eyes as a very happy Sherlock and a very angry John left the bathroom, heading towards the door of the restaurant. They were so close to figuring out my secret. So close. It was only a matter of time until he knew for definite. When I had sacrificed my queen he had an idea, but now that idea had gotten closer and closer to who I truly was. He was almost to a checkmate, but what he didn't know is that I wasn't going to give him the victory of winning. He thought that he had just about everything figured out, but I was going to steal all that glory last second. I was going to outright tell them what my job was. That way Sherlock wouldn't win, and instead just like any other game I would win out of default. I'd tell them alright but not now, not yet. I'd tell them when the time is right. I'll tell them when Sherlock is one step away from checkmate. Let him think he's winning, because really in the long run I'll be the winner of this little game of ours. I'd win. Oh, I'd win.
