Okay! Hi all y'all! I'm back. Please don't kill me for being so late. I kept on hoping this chapter would write itself but Noooo! It had to be difficult and make the writer actually do something.

I really am very sorry. I hope this one will make up for my unforgivable absence.

I was wondering how to improve this story and I have a sort of idea.

Please let me know what you think

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-The-Non-Socialite

Conversation with The Elder

Elaina flung her blanket into the arms of a shocked officer and proceeded to leave the crime scene. Just as she was almost free of the yellow rope when a smug Donovan stalked up to her, grinning like a Cheshire Cat. Elaina just sighed in defeat. She really didn't want to talk to her annoying coworker but it was obviously Donovan's intent.

"Donovan. You're…here." Elaina tried for a smile but it was weak and halfhearted.

"What? Where's freak?" Sally smiled sarcastically.

"He's not a freak and…" Elaina debated how she could please Donovan and explain Sherlock's absence, "We had a row."

"Oh what for?" Sally asked, somewhat sympathetically

"I-I thought he was dead. And he didn't even come to get me out of the car that he locked me in." Elaina's voice rose a bit in her distress.

"Yah. He tends to do that." Donovan looked over her right shoulder "How's that? He looks like he wants to talk to you."

Elaina turned around and sighed again. As much as she didn't want to talk to Donovan, she really didn't want to talk to Mycroft Holmes. Groaning in defeat, she made her way over the nice car and greeted the slightly porky man.

"Mr. Holmes."

"Ms. Robinson."

"Why Mycroft what are you doing here" Elaina mimicked his posh voice. "The last time I saw you, you were breaking into my flat and drugging me so you could force me into a plane."

"Let's just put that all behind us. Now on with a slightly more important matter…" Mycroft's concertation was averted as he saw his brother making his way over to his fancy car. Elaina looked wildly around in distress. "Let's do this once more for old time's sake."

Elaina grinned and slid into the car, peering out the tinted window so Mr. Holmes the younger couldn't see her. The brothers shared a few harsh ice coated words before Sherlock huffed and stalked off. His exterior seemed gruff but a small smile lite upon his sharp features. John talked to Mycroft for a couple more minutes before trailing after his curly haired companion. Elaina rolled down her window and smiled at the elder Holmes.

"Join me won't you?"

"Of course. Hello Caroline." Elaina greeted Mycroft's assistant.

"Come on Ms. Robinson. You're they only one who uses my real name." Caroline said, looking up for her phone.

"Oh. What are they calling you now?"

"Anthea."

"Okay Ms. Anthea."

"If you are quite done with your small talk… There is a matter of national importance. And I need your expertise."

"What? Does it require leg work?' Elaina questioned in a sickly sweet voice.

"Why yes it does."

"Who am I killing now Mr. Holmes?"

"It's not who you are killing. It's who you are helping live." As Mycroft spoke, a medium to tallish height woman with curly short blonde hair appeared. "Ms. Rosamind Mary."

"It's just Mary please." The women said in a polite voice.

"Nice to meet you" Elaina replied. "I'm…"

"Elaina Robinson, yes I know."

Mycroft cut in. "This is Christopher's second cousin. Part of the freelance organization of A.G.R.A."

"Oh I've heard of you. Glad to see you're alive Ms. Mary. You always inspired me. I love your tactics. Of course I mostly kill and don't save but same difference. How isChristopher?"

"Dead." Mary said, her voice flat.

"Oh. I'm so sorry." Elaina's sympathy quite obvious.

"It doesn't matter."

"Yes it does."

"If you two are quite done…" Mycroft butted in, in his abrupt and bored voice

"Eliana frowned at his obvious lack of sympathy. "Excuse me for asking my role model if she was okay! And you Mycroft! Have some…"

The blonde coughed, reminding the pair of the current situation. She reached out to grasp Elaina's hand in a firm hand shake. Elaina gasped out in agony as Mary griped her hand, knuckles digging into bruises and cuts that marked the pale girl's delicate palms and fingers. Some were leaking small amounts of blood. Nothing medically dangerous but the relentless sting brought tears to the usually strong women's eyes. The emotional wear and tear of this stressful day made for a rather awkward combination of hysteria and pain. Mycroft Holmes gazed at Elaina in wonder and a slightly disturbed facial expression. He didn't exactly understand what she was so emotional about but it was obviously causing her focus to waver and Mycroft would not have his best assassin unfocused. He clicked his tongue at Anthea and the absorbed women snapped out of her gaze, her icy eyes glazed over from staring at her phone for what must have been hours. The bored look on her face dissipated as she caught sight of the younger of the two women clutching her hands to her chest. Anthea's jaw gapped as she took in to flecks of blood dotting the nice yellow tunic that adorned Elaina's figure. Because the blood had been smeared over her shirt, it looked as though Elaina's hands were spewing large amounts of the red liquid. Quickly the women jolted into action, grapping a first aid kit and peeled the balled up fabric away from the assassins damaged hands. Anthea steadied herself, ready to deal with a missing finger, only to be greeted with cut fingers and palms. Her eyes dilated and took and icy sheen in her anger at the silly women's over reaction. Her anger halted in its track as she took in the frightened and scared look that the assassin's eyes held. Elaina honestly looked like a kicked puppy.

"Elaina… Are you…"

"Okay? Not really," Elaina's voice rasped in her throat.

"A-hem… If you three are quite done being so melodramatic!" Mycroft pipped up, drawing the eyes of two motherly and upset females. They opened their mouths to voice their displeasure of his I-could-care-less attitude. Elaina butt in, hoping to stop an argument between the most powerful man in Britain and two pissed off women (Elaina wasn't sure who would win that argument).

"Who is after Roseamind… I mean Mary." Elaina asked as the blonde turned her glare to the younger women.

"Someone big. Someone important. Someone dangerous."

"And you're telling us stop being melodramatic!" Anthea snarled, obviously miffed at her boss.

"Elaina it's your father." Elaina turned pale and her breathing became ragged. "Charles Augustus Magnusson."