The first part of this chapter is by far the worst thing I have ever written. Sorry! This will be the last real introduction chapter, the real story will then begin. Thanks again, sorry for the typos and bad grammar here and there!

Chapter 4- On the Eve of something new

The coffee ran in my veins like a train, I felt a little more like myself. Lestrade had taken me all over, showing me places and people. I wasn't going to remember but it was nice to see things, get a feel. He kept apologizing for having me out so soon after I got here, but today was the only day he was free.

I told him that was fine.

It was noon by the time we made it to St. Bart's, the last stop of the day he said. When we walked into the morgue I saw a girl working on someone. Her hair was pulled up out of her face and her pink lips pressed together, despite the mask she had on to protect her from the bodily fluids, I could tell she was incredibly adorable. He small nimble hands were cutting open the chest of someone on the table. Lestrade spoke, his thick voice echoed in the large room.

"Molly, I have someone here for you to meet." He stepped backwards and held out his hand towards me,

"Jenny Bell this is Molly Hooper."

Turning to us she took a step back from the body, she offered her hand but quickly pulled it back, her gloves were bright with blood.

"I don't suppose you want all that over your hand." she said, small smile on her lips, for a moment she stood there looking at me then her hands, hesitating as if she might take them off to shake my hand.

I smiled "No no no, please don't worry about it. Shake my hand some other time, Molly!" She smiled at me and laughed, she seemed slightly nervous; her laugh was a little forced.

"Oh!" she said, realization hitting her voice, "you are the girl here from the states!"

I laughed a little at her reaction and smiled, "Was it the fact that I look completely lost or the accent?"

"Both!" she said quickly. Right away her cheeks turned a shade and her head shot down embarrassed. She looked up quickly and started stuttering.

"I didn't mean… I wasn't trying to say…"

"Molly, please, it's okay. It's totally true! I'm still getting over the lag and lack of sleep. This person in the building I'm staying in feels the need to play the violin all night, their not even that good at it!" I laughed a little at the end of my sentence, but Molly just looked at me, first with a smile and then a bit puzzled.

I glanced between her and Lestrade, he spoke first, clearing his throat.

"She is staying on Baker Street Molly, 221B Baker." She looked at him and then back to me, blinking quickly.

"Staying… with Sherlock, in his flat?" She looked at me, over the course of a moment her face went from confusion to jealousy.

"Not with John and Sherlock Molly, the flat below, Mrs. Hudson was kind enough to let her stay for free." Lestrade said, his voice was soft.

"Oh…" she said, her voice trailing. She looked embarrassed and looked away from me to her feet, I was lost as to why she was concerned. I guess I should take a clue from the emotion in her face before, she must have a crush on that atrocious musician.

Lestrade rubbed his hands over his face before turning to me.

"That being said Jenny; we need to talk about your first assignment. Molly, thank you for your time. We must be off." I glanced to Lestrade.

"Yes, of course."

Turning to Molly I smiled at her. "Nice meeting you Molly, hope we have more time to talk later sometime, maybe you can show me the ropes of the city."

She looked up at me, the embarrassment washed from her face with a meek smile.

"Oh that sounds nice. Pleased to have met."

Lestrade turned from her and led me back out the door. It was close to 130 when we stopped for the day, the paperwork he said, was getting a mile high and he needed to get on top of it. We ended up at his office where he told me just what he wanted me to do for my first real assignment.

"Now I know you might not fully understand how we do things over here, I know it isn't completely the same but the law is the law. I had a letter from your brother backed by a lot of important people agreeing to have you come over here."

He held up the letter in his hand, there were so many pages it looked more like a short story. He continued.

"You are known to be good at getting into the heads of people while investigating. Your list of crimes solved is as long as my arm." He shook the letter slightly and placed it on his desk.

"We have been tracking someone who goes by the name Jim Moriarty. He is a very dangerous man…"

Lestrade then proceeded to tell me just how this man nearly tore apart London, how he was a consulting criminal and how his arch enemy was none other than the man who lived in the same building as me, Sherlock Holmes.

I sat still adsorbing the information as it pored out of him. He was silent for a moment before calmly going on.

"We need someone with a talent to get into the heads of both men. It is very important that Moriarty be stopped; his madness goes much farther than London. We need someone with outside eyes working this..."

With a small and worn smile he leaned forward, resting his elbows.

"Moriarty will not stop. He will hunt and he will kill trying to get at Sherlock. We all know Sherlock is brilliant, that his mind works and never stops. He is a pure and utter genius, but he goes too far and risks too much. A lot of things are at stake if he comes back to work and has a breakdown or God knows what, I can't have that resting on me. I needed someone out of the loop to question him, someone who has never met him to evaluate him. His flatmate, John Watson, knows that I have requested someone in to help, I only called him this afternoon because Sherlock might find out." he sighed and leaned back into his chair.

I could see strain on his face more than ever now, his soft features looked tired.

"Your brother got you in here, at the request of someone else."

Clearing my throat I asked,

"Just who requested me?" It was a valid question, if I'm getting in to some real danger I might as well know what I'm getting into.

"Your brother is apparently very good friends with Sherlocks brother Mycroft Holmes. He requested you, other than that I'm not too sure. Something about government secrets and whatnot." He waved his hand in the air.

"You best be off to your flat. Today is Wednesday, I was wondering if you would be able to start in tomorrow? No need for you to come in here, but I do have some things I would like you to go over at your home. I know that just getting in yesterday and me expecting you to jump right in is a little much, time change and all."

I smiled at him and nodded. "Thank you. I want to do a good job, I want to help."

"I understand, we will get you a ride home. Let me get the files around for you to take. I will call you tomorrow and we can work more things out. If possible I would like you to meet up with Sherlock as soon as you get rested, maybe read up tomorrow and tackle him the day after.." I nodded again as he made arrangements for me to head to my flat.

He gave me the folders and paperwork before I left, while stepping into the cab he seemed hesitant to really send me off, I head him mutter something along the lines of "sorry to get you involved", I wasn't sure if he meant getting me in the way of Moriarty or Sherlock.

I was in the cab for no more than five minutes when my cell phone rang, the number was blocked but I picked it up anyway, could be important. I answered, but before I could say hello someone else spoke.

"Jennifer Ever Bell?" the voice on the other end asked. It was a mans voice, he didn't sound that old, early 40s I would guess. His voice was, what is the word... almost snobbish. Just hearing him speak made me think he had money.

"Yes, this is she." I answered, slightly hesitant.

"Ah good. I believe the Detective Inspector told you who I am."

A blank.

"This is Mycroft Holmes, Ms. Bell."

Ah, I see.

"Why yes Mr. Holmes, we just talked about you in his office."

I heard a muffled laugh before he said "Oh I know, I have ears everywhere." I completely believed him.

"This business with my dear brother must be handled... delicately." He was being very picky with his words...

"So you know my brother do you? How?" I ask, might as well get information out of the guy if we are going to chat.

To that I could almost feel his smile over the phone, it was present in his voice while he spoke.

"Ah your brother, much more concerned with the proper things in life than mine. Five years ago I found myself in a situation that required the utmost care, he took it upon himself to make things right with the F.B.I. No need for me to go into the boring details."

There was a break and then he said,

"When it was all said and done I gave him a gift, a rare breed of cat."

Ah... that stupid cat.

"But keeping on with things, my brother is much more... arduous than many of the other people you've had to work with." I could feel hardness slipping into his voice.

"He is very cantankerous, more so than anyone on this earth." He made a sniffing sound.

"I just want to make sure he is properly taken care of in his sensitive state."

I licked my lips and thought carefully of my words.

"I'm not going to toss him out a window I hope you know... and are you referring to the wounds he sustained during the blast at the pool?" I fumbled around in my bag for a pen and paper, anything to help out.

"No, the lack of work." After that it went silent, I could tell he was still on the other line but the whole feeling of this conversation was now different.

He spoke again.

"My brother is another breed of animal, Ms. Bell. He and I share the same... love of the game if you will, but sadly he doesn't get the same joy as I do out of... relaxation. I just need someone to check how his mind it doing, it will die I fear if he sits too long..." That sneer was back in his voice. I rubbed the bridge of my nose and sighed, loud enough he would hear.

"Look, Mycroft, I'm sure you trust my brothers judgment and let me reassure you I am very good at what I do. I will personally take very good care of your brother in his current mental state."

I could almost feel a smile peel on his lips.

"that's wonderful news, Ms. Bell. I see you have arrived at your destination. Have a good day, until next time." With that the line when dead and the cab had pulled to the curb of my building. I stepped out, walked to the door and went inside. I had a feeling that after today my life would somehow be changed.

John was doing his best to avoid Sherlock. He spent most of the day in his room, door shut window propped open. It still didn't silence Johns phone, every five minutes, almost to the second he had received a new text message. It had only taken Sherlock three questions and twenty minutes to figure out John was hiding something from him. He had narrowed it down to the new tenant, the pretty

blond, and something about an investigation. The same message over and over popped on Johns phone.

You might as well come out with it

-SH

John really did hate his phone. Sherlock knew he was on call so he had to keep it with him, on, at all times. John was having a hard time keeping the secret from Sherlock but he knew he had to, that or Lestrade would be at him for it. John ran his hands in his hair and walked around some more in his room, laptop open on the bed cup of tea cooling on the nightstand. He knew Sherlock better than most, knew that Moriarty had really tossed him for a loop. A long conversation wasn't necessary between the two to know they both wanted blood. More-so from Moriarty than Sherlock. When he had kidnapped John he didn't really say much other than his goal overall was to pull apart Sherlock, to make waste everything he could before he killed him. John believed him and he was sure Sherlock did as well. If he were really good John thought, he would have gotten Mycroft but sadly he was slightly more crafty than anyone could hope to know. Getting to Mycroft wasn't possible without blasting past god knows how many roadblocks, maybe Moriarty didn't want the hassle. John sighed and say back on his bed, outside the window he heard a cab stop. Right at that moment he heard his phone go off.

Damn you Sherlock.

Thank you again everyone for reading, this chapter isn't as strong as I wished but I needed one more to lead up to Bell and Sherlock meeting. Thanks and much 3