I forgot to say, this is definitely before Riechenback. Probably after A Scandal In Belgravia.
"Nice to meet you then, Animine," John said, and shook the young woman's hand. Sherlock observed her more intently. She had gingery brown hair; people must always think she had quite a temper, perhaps another reason why she didn't have many friends, also a big reason for kids to pick on her in school. Yes, she'd been picked on in school, and that gave her a reluctance to make friends. She had bright green eyes that weren't easily readable, but at the same time portrayed so many emotions it was almost unbelievable. Obvious she was a kind person by the fondness she shook John's hand, but a reluctance he read by the firmness of the shake, and by how quickly she pulled her hand away.
"Sherlock, it would be nice for you to stop deducing me for a minute." She said without looking at him. Sherlock sighed. Very intelligent.
"We better get out of here before Moriarty and/or his henchmen turn up," Animine suggested. John nodded. "Baker Street, right, Sherlock?" He said.
Sherlock glanced at John and then at Animine, "Yes, I suppose so." He replied, and ran out to hail a cab.
The cab drive was long and silent. Animine stared out the window, not trying to make conversation, and Sherlock was doing the same. John was in the middle, looking at the two of them. Once the cab had gotten to Baker Street, Sherlock, John and Animine stepped out, and walked into 221B. Sherlock lead the way to the living room, taking his coat and scarf off as he went. John took off his own coat, hanging it on the hook. Animine had no coat, only her ragged t-shirt and jeans. She didn't mind though.
"Sit." Sherlock said from the living room, and Animine raised her eyebrow. "Why?"
"I need to question you. Sit."
John sat in his usual chair, next to his laptop, and Sherlock was stood, pacing already. She shrugged, and sat down in the chair.
"Full name."
"Animine Tracy Opalsean"
"Occupation."
"Is this really relevant?" She asked.
"Occupation." Sherlock persisted.
"No job." She said with a shrug.
Sherlock continued to pace. Why would somebody want to kill her? She wasn't special, she was only extremely intelligent…Oh!
"Could you think of a reason for Moriarty to kill you?" John asked.
Animine grinned "I pissed him off."
"You…How..?" John asked.
Sherlock smiled. "Oh, this is brilliant, this is brilliant!" He said.
Animine nodded. "You've got that right."
John frowned. "Wait, what? I don't follow." He looked to Sherlock.
"She's clever, she's very clever John! Moriarty wanted her to help him, with what I'm not sure yet, but she declined…" Animine nodded. "And because she declined, Moriarty decided the best punishment was to have her murdered, I believe."
Animine nodded again. "Yes, he wanted me to help him. And I declined. Moriarty wouldn't tell me what for though, because declining was an obvious option. I knew he was going to kill be then, the fury in his voice…What I don't understand though, is why he told you,"
Sherlock shook his head. "That we'll have to work out."
John looked at them. "Two genius minds under one roof. Don't know how I'll survive." He grinned.
"What, am I staying or something?" Animine asked.
"Well obviously, otherwise Moriarty's men will get you. I don't know what his plan is yet, but we'll work it out eventually." Sherlock said.
John smirked. "Looks like the duo just became a trio."
Animine's eyes widened in shock. "You mean, I can stay with you and solve crimes and everything?"
Sherlock looked at her. "I suppose we could have someone else to help annoy the Yard." He said, and Animine grinned. Sherlock couldn't help but smile in her joy.
John started typing in her blog. "The Trio…" He typed, and Sherlock laughed. "John, that really is a pathetic title. Animine shook her head.
"That's what we are now though, Sherlock. A trio."