Drugs Bust

The girl in the doorway was mid-twenties, lent against the doorway with her arm folded loosely across her chest, confidently. Her skin was tanned, naturally tanned with a gold glow from sunbathing that covered her whole body, black hair hung in loose curls around her face, slightly mussed up in a sexy way. Her lips naturally pink and slightly swollen, corners tugged up into a smile. Green eyes stared back at the full corridor. Her form lean and well looked after, slim. She was dressed in black lace underwear, the bra perfectly hugging her rounded breasts, chest size a c cup easily. The lace bra matches the black lace knickers that are beneath a matching garter belt, complete with suspenders and black heels, the underside of the shoes red.

"He's not" she spoke after a while, satisfied with the amount of silence her appearance had caused. She looked at their confused faces and clarified. "He's not using again."

Greg spoke first, stumbling over his words as Sherlock glared at him. "It was you on the phone earlier, the concerned party." She nodded unfolding her arms from her chest and reaching to the back of Sherlock's door to retrieve his dark red dressing gown, the consulting detective moved, helping her to put on the dressing gown and tying the strap around her body tightly, concealing her underwear clad form. "I take it we're not going to bed" she said to Sherlock, sounding disappointed. "I'll make tea shall I?"

Mary was fighting back a fit of giggles while everyone else just looked shocked, she followed the girl into the kitchen while the others went instinctively to the longue. Sherlock glared as they walked into his longue, defiantly walking into the kitchen, all but ignoring the smirk on Mary's face and approaching his dressing gown wearing guest.

"I didn't know they'd be here" he apologised, standing directly in front of her, face visibly softening.

She reached out, touching his arm. "I know, they're just worried about you." She explained.

Sherlock nodded and turned to Mary who was busying herself with making tea, glancing at the pair of them, still trying not to laugh. "Mary Morstan, this is Danielle Valentine" he introduced.

"Nice to meet you" she addressed Daniele before looking back at Sherlock. "I can't believe you got a girlfriend and kept it a secret, did you see your brothers face, I thought he was going to have a heart attack."

"It's a fairly recent" he admitted.

"Plus, we're both private people" Danielle added with a small smile.

Mary smiled again. "Are you going to tell me about this" she gestured between the two of them "or what?"

Danielle spoke kindly. "I suppose but we have a house full, it'll be easier to explain this to everyone, I'm assuming they'll have a lot of questions." She grabbed Sherlock's hand and pulled him reluctantly towards the longue, everyone was already sitting down. The Yarders on the sofa, Greg on the arm of the chair closer to Mycroft who was sat on one of the desk chairs. John in his armchair, Mary settled on the arm of it. Sherlock practically collapsed into his armchair, arms wide as he pulled her by her linked hand across his lap.

"So you're not on drugs then?" Anderson asked, unable to stop himself from staring at Sherlock's attractive guest.

Sherlock sighs in response. "No, how many times do I have to tell you that I am clean. I'm not on anything because I do not need it, I have Dani and she is much better than drugs."

The female forensic officer let out a small 'aww' in response, finding his word adorable. Greg looks confused. "You said that you were seeing a consultant."

"I'm not seeing a consultant, I'm seeing a consultant."

"What?"

Dani smirked and answered for him. "We're dating."

Greg still looks confused. "You're the consultant?"

She nods in response, looking at the elder Holmes brother who is staring at her. Grey eyes analysing her, sat politely. "There is no way to define what I do into a usual job classification; a consultant is the closest thing."

"What do you do then?" Sally asked, obviously intrigued.

Mycroft answered for her. "She consults governments, police forces, fire departments all over the world. Whoever needs her she consults, is that an accurate description Miss Valentine?"

Danielle smirked at him. "As accurate as any Mister Holmes, we have yet to have the pleasure of working together."

"There will be a time" he confirmed. Her smirk turned into a full blown smile.

"How long has this been going on?" Mycroft asked, he hadn't picked up anything on CCTV or through any of his employees.

"Just under a month" Sherlock answered.

"Specifically?" Mycroft asked, obviously annoyed.

"Annoyed about a lapse in your prying into my life?" Sherlock asked spitefully.

Danielle threaded a hand into his curls, stroking them in long slow movements. "Three and a half weeks" she gave the specific time frame for the spectators, not stopping her ministrations. "We met at a club, he was undercover looking for someone, and I helped him to…blend in. That's when it started, I arrived back from Europe earlier today and came straight over. I knew that the case you were working would be difficult."

"How could you know what case we were working?" Anderson snapped.

"I work with police and government, think about it" she responded, glaring at the weasel looking man. "The case involved drugs but more specifically a young woman in her twenties with black hair. A profile which I fit, I wanted to make sure Sherlock was alright. He knows that I am in fact working on the same case, which makes me a possible target, three victims, officially a serial killer. The last victim is the daughter of a government worker; they gave me the case to work. He was worried about me, that is why I called Gregory and now why I am here, instead of at work."

Sherlock said nothing; instead he lent his head on Danielle's shoulder, breath tickling her collar bone through the dressing gown. His arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her closer, she smiled, continuing to stroke her hand through his hair.

John who had been silent until now, watching as the consulting detective snuggles with his girlfriend in the arm chair. Sherlock Holmes had a girlfriend, Sherlock Holmes dated and was now sat explaining why he had a girlfriend. He spoke at last. "Why didn't you tell anyone?"

Sherlock placed a light kiss against her clothed collar bone, pulling his head back to answer. "Firstly, as Dani has explained, we have been dating for three and a half weeks, one and a half of which she had been in Europe. Secondly, I can't risk somebody trying to hurt me through her, the same goes for her in her job, and there are a lot of risks. Best not to mention my public image, her undercover work would be as good as ruined, putting her in a considerable amount go danger."

John nodded and leaned forward in his chair. "But why didn't you tell me?" he asked, curious and a bit hurt. Mary placed a hand on her fiancés shoulder.

Sherlock looked a little lost, aware of the hurt in John's eyes. Danielle answered for him. "That's my fault, I asked him to keep this under wraps, my father has a far reach in the government, as Mycroft will know, I had to avoid people finding out before I could tell him. He's a tab protective."

"He kidnaps your associates too?" John asked glancing at Mycroft.

"No" she admitted. "He breaks kneecaps, on good days. I don't want to say what he does on bad days without a lawyer present."

The room hushed in a silence. Mycroft spoke up after a few minutes, standing up and brushing a hand down his jacket to straighten out any creases. "Although I do not approve of this discovery, I believe this relationship will be a good thing. You should tell Mummy though, before she discovers it on her own."

He moved towards the door and Danielle looked at Greg. "Aren't you going with him?"

Greg looked confused for a moment, looking between Mycroft and Danielle. "Why would I?"

"You guys are dating." She stated simply.

"How could you possibly know that?" Greg asked, ignoring the looks he was getting from everyone else.

Dani smirked. "Obvious, Mycroft usually wears a subtle scent, it's well-balanced, smooth and non-invasive but today he had a meeting of some importance. He's wearing something noticeable, distinct that smells of wood and leather, like an old town house."

"I don't see…" Anderson started, unsure of what that could prove.

"So is Gregory Lestrade, but he wears a different cologne, something considerably cheaper I bet but smells nice, very different though. So why is he wearing Mycroft's cologne? Answer is, he isn't, no he is wearing his cologne but Mycroft's is on top of his because they had lunch together, probably enjoyed the car ride back as well."

Sherlock snorted, lowering his head to her shoulder again. Danielle threw an apologetic look their way. "Sorry I didn't mean to embarrass you but I just had to prove something."

"Prove what?" Greg asked, more stunned than annoyed at being outed.

"That I'm smart, you were all wondering what Sherlock could see in my, a lowly consultant. You assumed that he'd get bored of me, rightly so but I'm afraid I am very interesting."

Sherlock smiled, lifting his head enough to mumble. "Very interesting, too much so for your own good."

The Yarders didn't bother hanging around; instead they left briskly with Mycroft, leaving Sherlock, John, Danielle and Mary in the flat. "That pretty much ruined my night, hungry anyone?" she asked, leaping off Sherlock's lap gracefully. "I'm thinking Chinese" she called back as she went into the bedroom, returning a minute later with a dark green pencil dress on, pulling on a black winter coat with leather sleeves.

"I'll come with you, give these two a chance to talk" Mary announced, pushing herself off the chair and into a sitting position. Dani nodded, crossing the room to stand above Sherlock.

"I'll be back shortly, text me what you and John want, this meals on me, the least I could do after making people believe you were using." She lent down and placed a soft kiss against Sherlock's lips, pulling back slightly afterwards. He followed her lips, leaning up, ghosting her lips with his. She reached down, a black manicured nail parting his dressing gown and revealing the open buttons of his shirt, she let her fingers caress his chest for a moment. "We'll be back soon."

Sherlock lent forward and kissed her again, keeping it chaste for their audiences before settling back in the chair. "Do not take too long" he practically whined.

Danielle smirked as she pulled back. "Your wish is my command, love." She turned and motioned for Mary to leave before following her.