Sorry to leave you at a cliff hanger. I felt bad that I was gone so long. FORGIVE ME!

I'm also changing the perspective to Elaina's. It'll now be 'I'. Sorry for any confusion.

I looked at Mycroft with obvious disgust. I wasn't actually thinking about Mycroft. All my hatred and disgust was directed at my shitty father. I pulled up a mask of nonchalance. "What do you want me to do about it?" It was a habit of mine, pulling up my mask so nobody saw the inner-turmoil that was running rampant in my mind. Only two people so far could see through it. Mycroft and my father. I really hoped Mycroft had the decency to remain silent. I seriously doubted he would but I liked to be optimistic. To my surprise he kept his mouth shut about my mask.

"I need you to be his daughter."

Wow. Way to be vague Mr. Holmes. "I can't exactly stop being his daughter. I wish I could but every time I try to, he uses connections and blackmail to con the people on my case to refuse. It's really quite stupid because he really doesn't even like me," I said before adding under my breath "Heck he hardly tolerates me!" I really hated to admit it but his constant rejection was a little painful.

Mycroft sighed at my obvious stupidity *cough, cough sarcasm cough, cough* "No Elaina. I need him to hire you for a desk job."

"Oh," My spirts deflated.

"Oh for heaven's sake! I need you to get close to him. Soften him up for my bro-" Mycroft broke off abruptly.

"So you're throwing me at my demon shark and rather ugly father to SOFTEN him up for Sherlock?"

"Don't sound so surprised," Anthea pipped up. She still looked highly affronted and pissed at Mycroft for dissing me and shrugging off my injury "That's just how MR. HOLMES is. Unfeeling. Robotic…."

"That'll do." Mycroft interrupted "Ms. Robinson do you understand? You must do this. I see how you look at Sher-" It was my time to break him off by scoffing loudly.

"Mycroft really? I thought you were supposed to be the intelligent child. Sherlock and I is an absolutely ludicrous idea." I struggled to contain my laughter but I failed. I did accept Sherlock as a human (which is more than most people do) but I was in no way romantically interested in him. I had learned that emotions lead nowhere. As sad as it was, I had experience. So many romances had been wrong or destroyed that I was past the point of trying. But I always put my duty first. First rule as a soldier.

"Okay Mycroft. I'll do it but you'll have to get me in and then you'll also have to let me resign from the police department without anybody noticing. No-Bo-Dy! Especially not Sherlock." I agreed.

"Done." Mycroft confirmed.

"Of course. Because you already knew what I was going to say right?"

"Actually no Ms. Robinson. You are quite unpredictable."

"Why thank you." And with that, I left the car and prepared to stalk off. Then I realized something. "Uh Mycroft? I don't have my purse so I can't call a cab so can you give me a lift?"

Mycroft sighed but allowed me to crawl back into the limo.

I did not sleep well. Nightmares plagued my sleep and the face of my father floated through my mind but I didn't really care because Sherlock had been right. I hadn't slept for about two days besides my short nap before. I felt much better after sleeping and my reflection was chipper. I seemed to glow. "Cool" I whispered. My door bell rung and I opened my front door to find a thick envelope with the London flag stamped in the corner. It had my name in Mycroft's loopy handwriting and below the envelope was a note.

Ms. Robinson

This is your letter of resignation. I have formatted it to your writing style so all will be well.

Please turn this in to your department and take the day off. Buy yourself some new clothing for your job.

Magnusson does not take kindly to slobs. I have enclosed money in the envelope and I expect you at work tomorrow.

Preferably early.

- Mycroft

That was Mycroft for you. I opened the letter and found several thousand pounds. I also found a thick wad of parchment that contained my letter. All seemed to be in order so now I could have fun blowing Mycroft's/ the government's money. Fun.

I donned a gold top and dark jeans and headed to Whistles. The clerk greeted me with a grin and two minutes later I was in ecstasy. I picked out several pencil skirts and made my purchase. Then I headed out to get my nails done. Three hours later, I was armed with heavy bags full of clothing and steadily drying blue nails. I was waiting for the Tube when a young man slammed into me. My purchases went flying and I couldn't catch them, for risk of mussing my nail. Luckily the man was quick and he snagged my things before they could become dirtied on the London streets. He turned to face me, his eyes wide and dark, shadowed by a Union Jack baseball cap. He handed me my clothing and other things and took off. I shook my head. How rude. He hadn't even apologized. I boarded the Tube and sped home.

As I was laying out my conquests a slip of paper caught my eye. Plain notebook paper. I gingerly unfolded the slip and on it were a series of numbers. A phone number. 314-563-1495. And below that were the initials J.M. How odd. I puzzled. Was this an accident. Finally, I couldn't stand the suspense. I took out my phone and dialed the number. A male's voice answered on the third ring.

"Hello?' something about the voice was fake. It was too cheerful.

"Hello. I think you left this number in my bag?"

I could hear the man blushing through the phone "Oh yeah. I don't do that a lot but I really thought that you were um… The name's Jim. Jim Moriarty."

"I'm Elaina Robinson. It's nice to meet you Jim." I was cautious, but he seemed so friendly!

"Say Elaina. Will you meet me at Dumblings Bar on Saturday? For a drink? How 'bout 7:30?" His Scottish lilt was pleasing.

"Yeah. Okay. Good. See you then." I hung up and sighed. That hadn't been normal but how bad could it be? But that name. Jim Moriarty. It bothered me for some reason and I couldn't place it. Whatever. It didn't matter because I had a date.

A bit of shameless-self-promotion and my absence will be explained here as well!

I've started a new fanfiction called Foreign. It's Harry Potter and it's pretty good. Please check it out.

That also should explain why I haven't been updating as frequently. I'm trying to do a schedule but it probably

because I'm terribly unorganized. I'll just work on the different ones whenever I feel like it so

I won't have a system. But I'll try to update once a week if possible.

PEACE

The-Non-Socialite