Waking up the next morning, Calvin decided to make eggs for breakfast. Standing by the stove with a spatula in hand, in only a pair of low-hanging sweats and a sports bra, she waited for her sunny-side up eggs to finish on the skillet.

She was alarmed as the door suddenly burst open and Sherlock strided in, her note from last night in his hand. She glanced down at her attire, but figured that it didn't matter. Sherlock didn't seem like the man to take any interest in the female body besides how it died.

"Good morning, Mr. Holmes, care for some eggs?" she asked, smiling at him, now unperturbed by the intrusion. She expected that this would happen a lot if she continued her 'association' with him, as the older Mr. Holmes had so put it.

"What did Mycroft say to you?" he demanded, ignoring her offer. Calvin turned the stove down and turned to face him full.

"Is that his name? I figured out that he was your brother but he never mentioned his name." she mused, leaning her cheek on her hand. "And he offered me money to give him information on you. I didn't take it, before you ask."

Sherlock relaxed visibly, and Calvin turned away to transfer her breakfast onto a plate for herself. "You should have taken it. We could have split the spoils." he said, losing interest in the topic by the second. Calvin shrugged.

"I don't need anymore money than I already have." she said, sitting down and sprinkling salt on her eggs. She glanced up at him. "Why? Do you need the money, Mr. Holmes? I'd be more than happy to give you some, I have too much for my liking."

Sherlock snorted, looking away. "No, that's not necessary." he mumbled, beginning to head back out of the flat.

"Wait, did you just receive my note? It's ten in the morning." Calvin called after him. He stepped back into view.

"Yes, it was a late night at Bart's." he explained cryptically. "Moreso an early morning, as it seems."

Calvin smiled wryly. "Anything to report?" she asked, dipping a bit of toast into the yolk of the egg she was currently eating.

"Lestrade arrested the girl about an hour ago. I was able to identify her by the skin samples I collected, along with the piece of her hair found on the final victim's body." Sherlock told her, seeming to be boasting to Calvin a bit. She raised an eyebrow and grinned at him.

"Well you are the brilliant one." she conceded, tucking her legs up to sit cross-legged at her table while she ate her breakfast. "What was the reason for the murders?"

"Long-held grudges. The victims were all the old primary school teachers of the girl, who hadn't seen them for ten years. Upon questioning, she revealed that she thought the teachers responsible for her failure at uni, which led to a plethora of other problems in her life in the years to come. So she killed them. That was the only link between them, that they had all worked at that same primary school together." he explained, crossing his arms.

"Very interesting. Good job, Mr. Holmes." she praised, leaning back in her chair. "So, have you figured out my little secret, yet? Your brother has." Sherlock's eyes narrowed at her while she simply smirked back.

"What game are you playing at, Miss. Baker?" he demanded, not worrying about being 'rude' because John was not present.

Calvin's eyebrows shot up. "'Game'? I'm not playing any game, Mr. Holmes. I simply asked you a question." she said innocently that, at the same time, was not so innocent. Her eyes glinted at him in a manner that suggested that she knew exactly what she was doing to him.

"If this wasn't a game, you would not be so keen to remind me of when it is my turn." Sherlock told her, taking a few steps closer to the table that she was sitting at, her body completely relaxed. She tilted her head to smile directly up at him.

"How poetic." she commented, placing her elbow on the table and leaning her head against her hand as she continued to lock eyes with him. "I am simply curious, is all."

"Curious of what?"

"If you can do it." Calvin said, shrugging. Sherlock was silent, staring her down with his intense eyes. Calvin held his gaze easily.

"What do you intend to find in my eyes, Sherlock?" she asked, amused by his behavior. "They hold no secrets of worth to you." He was silent still, and Calvin tsked as she stood up, coming into very close proximity to the detective. He did not make any move to step away from her, however.

"You're a very strange woman, Miss. Baker." Sherlock told her, scrutinizing her mercilessly with his eyes. She turned around, grinning.

"That's exactly what your brother said to me last night." she told him, walking through the kitchen to her bedroom. "How alike you are."

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Calvin sat at her desk at the university, writing out future lesson plans with music playing in the background.

Because it was the beginning of the semester, she had no visitors. Office hours were used so that any students could come and request help if they needed to. But there was one assignment so far and it was an opinion piece.

In conclusion, today was a pointless day at the office. Calvin was growing bored by the white walls surrounding her, and the music was only helping her slightly.

Her phone buzzed by her hand on her desk, and she picked it up. It was a call from a number she didn't recognize.

"Hello?" she answered somewhat warily.

"Hey, uh, Calvin. It's John."

"Oh, hi, John. What's up? And how'd you get my number?" Calvin asked, amused.

"Sherlock had it..." John explained, and Calvin laughed. Of course he did. She hadn't given it to him, but he must have taken her advice and used the Internet to find out more about her.

"But that's... that's not the point right now. Listen, Lestrade is asking for you specifically." John explained, and Calvin raised an eyebrow, although he couldn't possibly see it.

"Oh? Why?"

"The case that we closed? Yeah, apparently we didn't catch the real murderer. The girl he arrested was a set-up."

"So he's asking for me." Calvin finished, pursing her lips in thought. "Why on earth would he ask for me? He has Sherlock. I'm no person of consequence, I just accessed one crime scene. And apparently my help led to a fraud."

"I don't know, he thinks we need all the help we can get." John grumbled. Calvin could hear Sherlock's voice in the background, angrily yelling at someone named Anderson.

"Listen, could you just come up here?"

Calvin smiled. "John, I do have a job that I am currently working..." she said, though she was doing it more to tease him than out of true worry. It was her office day, she could handle not being there. It wasn't as if she were teaching a class.

"I know, and I'm sorry." John said apologetically, and then she heard him shout something to Sherlock. "We're heading to St. Bart's if you can make it. Sherlock can you just - !" And with that, the line cut off. Calvin grinned at her luck. Something interesting was happening. She quickly packed up her things and headed to the street to hail a cab.

I'm here. Come get me.

CB

Was the text she sent to John's number once she stepped out of the cab. He appeared in a minute, leading her into the morgue to where Sherlock was sitting near a body. A woman with brown hair was standing next to him nervously.

"I don't understand, John! Her skin was on the lighter. Her skin. There was no possible way that she couldn't have used that lighter. She even confessed." Sherlock said as John's footsteps approached him. He turned and spotted Calvin with distain.

"Oh good, she's here." he grumbled, standing up and pacing the room. "Going to help again, are you? Lead us to another planted suspect?"

Calvin cocked her head. "I never claimed to be of your caliber, Sherlock." she told him, and then turned her head to smile at the woman standing a bit off.

"Who's this, Sherlock?" Calvin asked pointedly, as if she was suggesting something more than she was asked. Sherlock waved his hand dismissively.

"Molly." he answered irritably. Calvin grinned and stepped forward to shake the newly christened 'Molly's hand.

"Pleasure to meet you, I'm Calvin Baker." she said pleasantly.

"Uh, C-Calvin?" Molly questioned, obviously asking the same question that Sherlock had been asking himself for two weeks. Calvin nodded.

"It's the name I prefer to be addressed by. I'm aware that it's a man's name." she informed her and Molly nodded quickly. Calvin turned her attention to the body. It was a man this time, and he had been shot three times. Once in the head, twice in the jaw. Another seemingly amateur mistake.

"Are all the bodies like this? With mistakes?" Calvin asked, turning towards Sherlock.

"Yes, yes, amateur mistakes on all of them. Sternum stabbings, misfires, not using fluid to catch a body of fire. All that." he answered dismissively. "As you said, we're dealing with an amateur."

"Or maybe a very, very experienced killer that wants to seem like he's an amateur..." Calvin suggested, running a hand through her dark hair and humming to herself. "Dear me, I seem to have gotten it very wrong."

Sherlock glowered down at her. "You got it wrong." he growled, and Calvin turned to look up at him.

"I hadn't seen the other bodies." she reminded him, feeling guilty. She felt very responsible for the death of this man. "I'm sorry."

"Apologies are worthless." Sherlock snapped, running a hand through his own dark hair, mirroring Calvin's habit.

"I wasn't apologizing to you." Calvin interrupted him. She glanced down at the body that she was currently sitting near.

Sherlock looked at her incredulously. "You're apologizing... to a dead man?"

"Well, yeah." Calvin answered, glancing up at him. "What, were you expecting the apology? I'd imagine not since you find them so worthless."

Sherlock's eyes narrowed slightly, but he said nothing further. John cleared his throat behind them. "Well. At least we know what we're dealing with now."

"Oh please, John. She was wrong before, I hardly think she's gotten it this time."

"Then give us a better explanation, Mr. Holmes." Calvin told him, swiveling in her chair away from the body and facing him. Her face was still amused by him, but Sherlock detected a hardness in her eyes. Ah. So her weakness was bruising her pride.

"Oh I intend to." Sherlock informed her haughtily, striding out of the room. Calvin's eyes returned to normal, glinting with mirth after him. Molly was standing awkwardly off to the side.

"Well, uh, I'll just... close up for the night..." she said, zipping up the body bag and wheeling it back to it's case. Calvin stood up and walked out alongside John.

"Any idea where he went?" John asked as they hailed a cab to take them home. Calvin shrugged.

"No clue." she told him, climbing into the cab after him. "Besides, I'm no good at this detective stuff, remember?"

"You're better than I am." John told her, leaning back in his seat next to her. He smiled in that tired way that made him seem older than he was. Calvin grinned back, saying nothing more.

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Whoooooo sorry this chapter is late but Titanic was on and I was too busy sobbing my eyes out to write anything of value. And I had to work earlier so yeah.

Sooo I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I again would like to thank ya'lls for all the favorites/follows/reviews! They really brighten my day!

K I'm going to bed. I'm tired. Good night! Don't forget to review and let me know how I'm doing.

Jess