A/N: To lightsabove's question: yes, there will be romance. I'm just not sure how I'm going to do that part right now. I'm working on it though. Hope you enjoy the update!
Chapter Five
Third Person POV
Kayla walked out of the bathroom exactly seventeen minutes and forty-three seconds later. Sherlock knew this because heʼd been keeping track in his mind to keep it occupied. Kayla was more than surprised when she walked out of the bathroom. When she had lived with Sherlock, he had a tendency to go through her things when he was bored. Luckily, she found all of her things where she had left them.
"Iʼm surprised." she said, pointing to her bag that was laying on the bed. Sherlock looked up from his position in his chair and smirked. "Do you think me so immoral as to go through a womanʼs personal belongings?" he asked, getting up from the chair. Kayla placed her hands on her hips and gave him an ʻoh reallyʼ look.
"You used to go through my stuff all the time." she said pointedly. Sherlock chuckled and walked over to her. "You shouldnʼt have left me home alone." he said, grabbing her jacket off the back of the chair and handing it to her. Kayla just rolled her eyes, a smirk forming as she slipped it on and followed him out of her room. Once they made it outside, Sherlock hailed a cab. One pulled up beside them and they both got in. "478 Preston street." Sherlock told the cabbie. They spent the cab ride in a comfortable silence, until the cab pulled up to an abandoned building. They both got out of the cab and Kayla paid the cabbie.
Sherlock raised an eyebrow at her. "Donʼt look at me like that. We both know I pay for the cab. Nothingʼs changed about that." she said, fixing her clothing after getting out of the cab and grinning at him. She wore a pair of black dress pants and a light purple, short sleeve, button down shirt with a fair of black flats.
Sherlock rolled his eyes, unable to hide the smirk that formed, and turned away from her to lead them to where they were needed. Kayla let out a light laugh and jogged to catch up with him. "Youʼre still as stubborn as ever." she said when caught up with him. Sherlock looked down at her and smiled.
"You know, amateurs shouldnʼt be allowed at crime scenes." a woman said when they walked up to the caution taped door. "If I was such an amateur, Donovan, why would Lestrade call me when he needs my help?" Sherlock asked. While Donovan was retorting to Sherlockʼs question, something caught Kaylaʼs eye.
She moved away from Sherlock and walked over to the side of the building and crouched down. There against the wall was a hypodermic needle. She pulled a pair of gloves from her coat pocket and a plastic baggie from her pants pocket. Picking up the hypo and putting it in the plastic baggie.
She stood up again and headed back to the door. When she got there, Donavan had a scowl on her face. "Iʼm sorry, I canʼt let you through." she told Kayla curtly. Kayla chuckled and pulled her badge from her back pocket. "Special Agent Kayla Rines. Iʼm here with Sherlock Holmes." she said, her voice becoming authoritative and assertive. Donavanʼs eyes widened and her mouth opened and closed several times before closing. She stepped away speechless and allowed Kayla to walk through. Kayla gave her a smug smile before heading further into the crime scene. She caught sight of a familiar face and made her way towards it. "Detective Inspector. Itʼs wonderful to see you again." she said, walking up and extending her hand to the older man. Lestrade gave her a pleasant smile and shook her hand.
"Ms. Rines, Itʼs wonderful to see you again. If you donʼt mind me asking, whatʼre you doing here?" he asked when he let go of her hand. Kayla chuckled and reached into her back pocket for her badge again. "I should probably introduce myself properly. You canʼt tell Sherlock though. Iʼve kept it from him since Iʼve known him. Iʼm Special Agent Kayla Rines, second in command of Phantom." she said, handing Lestrade her badge. "Isnʼt Phantom that secret organization that thinks their above the law and can do whatever they think?" he asked, looking over her Phantom ID. Kayla laughed and took her badge back when he offered it back. "Yup. Thatʼs us."
"Iʼve heard some terrible things about you guys. Is it true you guys prevented the Germain group Enigma from invading American?" he asked, intrigued by this new found information. Kayla looked up at him wide eyed. "Howʼd you hear about that? It was completely top secret at the time." she said.
It was Lestradeʼs turn to chuckle. "There was a leak somewhere and it got out to the government and then it made itʼs way down to us at the Yard. I didnʼt know if it was real or not." he said, leaning against the doorway he was standing in. "Yeah. We came close to completely loosing that case. A former agent gave his life to make sure Enigma didnʼt succeed." she said sadly. Lestrade knew that look and his face fell.
"Iʼm sorry for your loss. He must have meant a lot to you." he said, his voice sincere. Kayla looked up and smiled, but Lestrade could still see the sadness in his eyes. "He was my partner since he joined." she said, a sad smile coming across her face. She shook her head and clasped her hands behind her back.
"Itʼs not the time to bring up the past. After all, that was years ago." she said, all emotion fleeing from her eyes and features. Lestrade nodded his head and pushed off the wall. "Iʼm guessing you came with Sherlock. Heʼs this way." he said, leading her up a flight of stairs and into what looked like an abandoned bedroom.
Laying on a raggedy looking bed was a girl. No more than thirteen. Kayla felt her heart tug for the girl. Looking down at the girl in thought was Sherlock. He had a perplexed look on his face as his mind raced with deductions.
Kayla looked around the room and walked over to the opened window opposite of the bed. She walked over and stuck her head out, looking down at the ground. She felt a grin tugging at the corner of her lips. She pulled herself back into the room and spun around. "Suicide." she said simply.
Sherlock spun around and looked at her confused. "Howʼd you know that?" Lestrade asked from the doorway. Kayla reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out the baggie with the hypo in it. "While Sherlock was bickering with Sergeant Donavan, the sun caught the needle and the reflection caught my eyes." she said, handing the baggie to Lestrade.
Lestrade and Sherlock looked at her in disbelief. "What? Oh, come on! It wasnʼt that hard. She over dosed and threw the needle out of the window to make it look like a homicide." she explained.
After a moment of silence, she turned to Sherlock. "Really Sherlock, Iʼm disappointed in you. I thought youʼd figure it out before me." she teased the consulting detective who was looking at her with wonderment. She then turned to Lestrade. "Youʼll want to have that tested to see what she used to OD." she said, crossing her arms over her chest. Lestrade was silent for a moment before coming out of his state of shock. "Yes. Of course. Iʼll get this checked." he said, turning around and looking down the stairs. "ANDERSON!" he called. Sherlock huffed. "Not Anderson. You said over the phone he wouldnʼt be here." Sherlock complained, a look of disdain coming across his face.
"I lied. I knew you wouldnʼt come if he was here." Lestrade explained defensively. Sherlock rolled his eyes and huffed again causing Kayla to stifle a laugh at the way he was reacting. Sherlock glared at her as the Forensic Scientist came up the stairs. "Have this analyzed for whatever was in it." he told him and turned back to Sherlock. "Who invited the psychopath?" Anderson asked, not bothering to turn to Sherlock. Sherlock made what sounded like a growl in the back of his throat before shoving past the two men. "Iʼve told you before, Anderson. Iʼm not a psychopath." he said, making his way down the stairs. Kayla sighed and headed after him.
"I would try and apologize about his behavior, but I donʼt think I can anymore." she said, passing by the two men and down the stairs after Sherlock. Lestrade shook his head and smiled a little. "Who was that?" Anderson asked confused. Lestrade headed down the stairs, hands in his pockets.
"Someone who might be able to rival the great Sherlock Holmes."
A/N: Please R&R!