A/N: Hasn't even been published for a full day and already got a review. Thank you kind reviewer for the review. I'm glad you liked it. I will be kind about this story it's my only focus right now writing wise so I'll be dedicated for as long as I can be while trying to figure out film school things and my own personal life. I haven't forgotten you all. -ohhaymisskay
3 days ago...
Sherlock sat in his apartment staring up at the pictures and old evidence files that had been in Eve Campbell's file from Lestrade. He stared at her picture and then glanced over at the medical examiners uniform, then to the picture of the scuff mark on the marble and then at a picture from the security feed, blown up a bit and zoomed in on her face. He then tried to calculate and deduce what he had from her record.
She liked expensive things. So she was an expensive woman. She liked stealing high valued priceless items, well guarded and sealed, which meant her skills were above average and she liked everyone to know it. She also didn't just steal she was tactical, and good at physical combat. Records indicated she had left a private security firm incapacitated at an estate in Italy when she took photo's out of a safe for the mafia. She was dangerous there was no denying that. But something about her eyes made her seem much more than just a thief. Something lay underneath it all to cause her to do what she did.
She was an enigma.
John came in then as he was carrying take out and set it on the desk before looking at what Sherlock was doing. He didn't say anything as he knew that somewhere Sherlock was in his little mind palace working out all the small kinks in the case, organizing details and figuring out a mere woman.
"Anything?" he finally asked and Sherlock sighed.
"Nothing that I already didn't know. It's just tiring waiting for a damn APB on that Rolls Royce to come back from Lestrade. But I believe I can find her by other means as well. I just need to find a slip up in her get away tactics..."
John walked up to the medical examiners uniform and picked up up as he too pressed his nose to the collar and took a sniff. The smell of the perfume made the flat smell pleasant actually. It was a nice smell.
Sherlock then widened his eyes as he snatched the clothes from John and brought it too to his nose.
"Chanel number five. It's expensive."
"Yes you've said this before."
"There's a Chanel store not but ten minutes from here. They are only sold in certain department stores and online."
"How do you know this?" John asked as Sherlock went to his computer and input a search for the perfume and it's most popular locations. Sure enough, the Chanel store that was ten minutes away on Old Bond Street was the first choice.
"I obtained a bottle for Ms. Hudson last Christmas. She's a fan of Marilyn Monroe."
"Oh. Well that was nice of you." he walked over and studied the locations and saw that it wasn't far from the Museum either.
"She must be located in central London. She wouldn't go far...no. Not with her contacts and having to deliver her merchandise. But she needs to feed her expensive habits." Sherlock explained. He ripped the address off a piece of paper he wrote it on and bolted out the door leaving John to sigh and follow after him as usual.
They took a cab and upon arriving at the high end store they stood outside of it. Sherlock took no hesitation as he walked inside and to the front counter. The woman dressed in black with white blonde hair in a bob looked him up and down before addressing him.
"Can I help you gentleman?"
"Yes, we're detectives with the police ma'am."
"Oh?" she looked more attentive rather than bored and stood facing him meaning that he now had her full attention.
"I'm going to need a list of all the Chanel Number Five you've sold in the past week and the addresses as well. A suspect by chance bought a bottle from this very location."
"I'm sorry but it's against company policy to give out such information."
"Do I need to procure a search warrant?" Sherlock asked and the woman thought on it for a moment.
"No, let me go grab my manager and let her know. One moment."
The woman walked away and Sherlock looked over at John who was looking at an assortment of handbags. He plucked up a tag and then his eyes widened.
"Sherlock! This bag costs four thousand pounds!"
"I am aware. I can see the tag from here." he mumbled and just then from the back came another woman dressed all in black. She had striking red hair and glasses and her eyes were a soft brown. Her face however was very familiar but he couldn't place it. The woman shook his hand and in a thick French accent addressed him.
"Monsieur, I am the manager of this establishment. How may I assist you?"
"I am to need a list of your customers, preferably the one's that have bought Chanel Number Five in the past week. It's very prudent for a case we're trying to solve."
"May I see your credentials?"
"I have none...but I have a number you may call. The head detective at Scotland Yard." Sherlock took a card out of his pocket and handed it to the woman with fine french manicured nails and she took it from him, giving him a stern look before walking to the counter by the register and picking up the phone. She dialed the number and talked into it and ten minutes later came back and sighed.
"Alright, I will give them to you. But you are under no circumstances to say that you got these numbers, names and addresses from us. Is that clear?"
"Oui madame." Sherlock said and she nodded and shooed away the other girl. The manager who by her name tag was Sophie, obtained the records for him and Sherlock and John bid them adieu before walking down the street to the nearest cafe.
Once inside they were seated and John ordered a tea while Sherlock ordered nothing. He merely spread the list out and began to work through it before he pointed his finger down at a name.
"Selena Kyle." he said with a smirk. Before John had a chance to take the first sip of his tea, Sherlock was gone. Figuring he'd leave him to the hunting he continued to sip at his tea and took his phone out before replying to the text Mycroft had sent him ten minutes earlier while he was looking at prices of women's handbags.
Sherlock now was standing outside of a very expensive and tall apartment building called One Hyde Park. From his knowledge he knew that these flats went from 201 million in america dollars. How was he to get in however was another question. The security was tight and the staff went through a separate entrance. Walking into the lobby he decided to play his cards right. Walking to the concierge desk the man greeted him and he smiled as pleasingly as possible.
"Hello, I'm here visiting a friend of mine. I wasn't aware that I was going to have to check in."
"Yes, what is your name?" the man asked and Sherlock thought on it. If she had male company who would she put down as a name that wouldn't look suspicious.
"Bruce Wayne." he finally said and the man looked at him carefully before typing in the name and he nodded before handing him a card key.
"Ms. Kyle has left specific instructions for us to give you an extra key to her place. She said she'd be gone on vacation for a while and that someone would stop by to look after it."
"Thank you." Sherlock snatched the card from him and made his way to a glass elevator and made his way to the top. According to the apartment number she lived in a five room penthouse. Upon arriving at the door he pushed the card into a secondary lock slot and then pushed the handle down. Stepping inside was breath taking as it was finely furnished with many expensive decor. Everything was a light earth tone and black and glass cases held things she probably stole for herself. He was positive he saw a sarcophagus propped up against the main entrance wall as he passed.
As he made his way into the sitting area he saw a cat figurine sitting on the coffee table. Walking up he then saw a note under the figurine and gently he plucked it up out from under the small statue.
Nice try Mr. Holmes, you came very close. But I expect that you won't be giving up so easily. The perfume was a dead give away I'll admit. But take the night off, treat yourself. My home is your home. Hope to not be seeing you so soon again. -E.C.
Throwing the note on the coffee table he looked around the flat again and then made his way to look into the other rooms. He examined her bedroom, her make up brushes, shoe size, fashion choices, jewelry choices...until he found a little trinket on her bedside table. It was a watch. Silver and diamond encrusted and as he looked at the inside of it he saw an engraving.
"Love Sophie." Sherlock's eyes widened as he had a mental image of the woman at the Chanel store. He stripped away the glasses, the fake nose, the contacts and replaced it with black hair, hazel eyes and there before him was Eve Campbell. "Dammit."