Who Are You?
Chapter 2:
John stood in the doorway to his living room wondering if, and hoping that, he had misheard their guest.
"I'm sorry, but what?" he splutters, looking from Stephenie to Sherlock, who hadn't moved or even reacted to the bombshell the woman in front of him had just dropped.
Stephenie picks up her tea cup, which must be her own as John doesn't recognise it, and looks over to John.
"You heard me perfectly well Doctor Watson"
"Who?"
Both Stephenie and John, who still have their eyes locked onto each other, jump slightly at the quiet question. The both look over to Sherlock, whose shoulders have slumped as he sits on the coffee table, head in his hands.
"I'm sorry?" Stephenie asks politely
"Who? Who is… Who was he?"
"Irrelevant" Stephenie says, waving her hand dismissively while putting her, now empty, cup back down, "All you need to know is that he is dead, it was your doing and that I am now here because of it."
Sherlock's head snaps up at her dismissal,
"Irrelevant?" He spits, "How is my killing a man irrelevant?"
Stephenie fixes her eyes upon Sherlock and smiles slightly,
"I never said he was a nice man" she says softly as she gets up and walks over to the window.
She was tall, but not as tall as Sherlock. She wore a tailored, and very expensive looking, black suit with a tight pencil skirt that skimmed her thighs and came to just below her knees, showing off well toned calf muscles, a light purple shirt showing underneath a perfectly fitting jacket. Her feet are encased in black high heeled shoes that John guessed cost more than his monthly rent. She has shoulder length hair that is a deep red colour that looks slightly purple in the light from the window, scraped back into a black hair clip so the hair was out of her face, but still sitting on her shoulders. She holds herself with precision and walks with purpose in a way that makes John wonder if she has any military training.
She carries on looking out the window, watching the people of the world go by, as she speaks in a low, soft, reminiscent voice.
"We didn't marry for love, Mr Holmes. Both of us were powerful in our own ways. He was clever. Oh, he was so clever. I was rich and had contacts from all over the world from travelling with my father's job in the military." She looks at John and smiles, "You were correct in your wonderings, Doctor. My father was in the Green Guards, as was my Grandfather, before moving further up the chain of command. When I was 18, I decided to enlist and follow in their footsteps, much to my mother's disapproval" She smiles lightly and shakes her head again, "I met my husband in Ireland while I was visiting family. We met in a bar and soon realised that, together, we could become an unstoppable force. We set up a company selling weapons to Armies across the world. It was many years later that I discovered he had taken it a step further and that people were dying because of his decisions. I begged him to stop, but he merely laughed at me. He said he had created a hugely successful business using just his brilliance and that he was not going to give that up, just for a woman. He must have made some extremely powerful contacts of his own as the next thing I know; I'm part of a criminal organisation. Apparently, my abilities as a soldier and my unmatched skills with a gun were to prove useful." She gets bored of people watching and settles back into John's chair, looking at Sherlock, who was now sitting in his own chair, hands steepled under his chin as he focused on the story being told to him. His coat and scarf had been thrown over the sofa, where John now sat. She locked eyes with Sherlock and continued to speak,
"The head of that organisation is now dead, and it is my understanding that you wish to destroy his work." She pauses and Sherlock nods his confirmation, all of them fully aware of whom Stephenie is talking about, without her even needing to mention his name. Stephenie nods and continues keeping her eyes locked with Sherlock's, "In that case then, Mr Holmes, I am here to help you destroy Mr Moriarty's organisation. From the inside."
A/N:
Hey, thanks for reading so far! I'm currently typing up chapter 3 and writing chapter 4. I do apologise for the current "shortness" of the chapters. I keep taking bits out as it feels like Im "waffling".
Please review and tell me what you think!