When a tall redheaded girl walked towards them on a deserted street Dr. John Watson was instantly suspicious. It didn't help when she looked straight into his eyes and smiled. Sherlock glanced towards John and then the girl. A girl is the best way to describe her. She had shoulder length hair, strange blue eyes and had a young face. From afar her eyes look normal enough but up close he could see one pupil was bigger than the other, they were an odd sea blue or grey colour and as she focused on him the outside of her iris widen with a navy ring.
"Do we know you?" Sherlock asked watching her obviously trying to deduce who she is.
"I am doubtful you do. I barely know me." She said her smile widening to a grin.
"And yet here you are approaching us." John pointed out letting Sherlock work on her.
"I am meant to be getting you but 1; I've forgotten your names and 2; I am only slightly sure you're the right people."
"And why would you need to get us?" he asked, his hand slipping to where his gun was hidden.
The girl frowned at his hand and shook her head, "Please don't do anything harsh. I'm guessing that you either didn't get the letter my employers sent, have been off or the tall one didn't want to do it and hid said letter." She glanced at Sherlock. "Have you figured where I'm from yet? Would you like a hint?"
John ignored her jab at Sherlock and addressed him himself. "What letter would that be Sherlock?"
Sherlock sighed and muttered, "The one in my coat pocket." Then louder, "You come from somewhere as cold, if not colder than, England. Even though it's colder than ever here you aren't wearing any extra layers and yet you're not shivering. Your accent is strange but your first language is definitely English."
The girl smirked but didn't react. "Almost as impressive. The voice is fairly the same, not quite as nice but fairly. Almost as tall too. Wonder if they'll get along?"
"Ah so you're insane."
"Aren't the best ones?"
"Whom are you working for? If you're here to kill us you may as well leave now."
"I'm not going to kill you!" She laughed then paused, "At least not yet. I have been informed that I'm slightly depressed, slightly insane and a low level sociopath with socialising issues so you know. Unpredictable."
"What do you want?"
"That was rude."
"I'm rude"
She sighed and looked at john. "I don't know your name. You don't know mine. Lets fix that."
John sighed but stuck out his hand. "John Watson."
"You the doctor?"
"Yes. You know it's impolite to not shake someone's hand."
"I have never claimed to be polite. My names Scarlet."
"Scarlet? No second name to go with your miserable, fake first?
"My names Scarlet Fannaa thank you very much and I thought you were meant to be the polite one?"
"Did you really come from Ireland to insult and confuse us?" Sherlock asked.
"Ah he has figured it out! Looks like my secrets out."
"What is wrong with you?"
"I'm stuck dealing with a genius that has practically no conscious and an ex-army doctor who could kill me. Oh and because of the so-called genius they have no clue what the hell I'm doing there meaning more socialising. I suggest that you get that bloody letter out and start reading."
Sherlock handed john the letter and looked back at Scarlet.
"Has this to do with the so-called sanctuary?"
"And why do you say that?"
"Hunch. But why would the Irish sanctuary want us?"
"What is the sanctuary?" John asked his eyes scanning the letter.
"Magic government." Sherlock said glancing at him.
"And how would you know about a bloody magic government?!" john asked looking at them now.
"Came across it about a year before I met you. Did a bit of poking and got caught. Was warned no to go telling people ect. ect. Apparently they remember."
"They do and because I annoyed one of the Irish elders they forced me to go socialising."
"And why are we wanted?"
"You're meant to be the best detectives in England-"
"Consulting detectives."
"Still detectives, and we need a new pair of eyes to help the very best for a while."
Sherlock snorted softly and Scarlet's head snapped at him. "Don't you dare. You can't know what they've done so you don't get to judge."
"Why do you keep doing that? Referring to these people as 'them' and 'they'. Like they are one person. Are they a couple?"
"No!"
"Then what is it that makes you do it?"
"It's just them! If you refer to one you refer to both! It's how it works!"
"Ah so their partners. Very close I'm guessing, probably quite feared."
"Fine, yes. Can we go? I still have to sit through a plane ride with you so ask questions then." Scarlet said over her shoulder as she walked towards Baker Street.
"And what makes you think we're coming?" john asked stubbornly.
"He's curious about the Irish sanctuary and you want to know more."
John sighed and walked with Sherlock as he sulked and tried to figure out more about this mystery girl.
So Sherlock. Love it, hate it, on the season final of 2. Always had these little ideas and one-shots about our four favourite detectives. If you don't know Sherlock I will be trying to keep it pretty basic but you know… it's hard. ~ Scarlet.