A Day For Love - Johnlock

Kitty Riley

We were just enjoying some lemonade by the daffodils when a woman appeared out of the crowd of social people (who did not have people like Sherlock for lovers) and made her way towards us. "Sherlock?" I muttered, but he got up with a fake smile.
"Ah, I recognised you," the woman said, smiling back. "Famous detective Holmes and Doctor Watson... Together. What are the chances?" Her hair was shoulder length and auburn, dressed in a blue shirt and black skirt with tights. Not really a barbecue outfit, but we were hardly wearing summer frocks either.
"Kitty Riley, for those who don't remember me," she said, shaking our hands with a surprisingly hard grip.
"Yes. The journalist." Sherlock's lip was curling a little.
Kitty's smile faltered but she recovered it. "Yes. We met at court with that issue of Moriarty... Well. Now that's blown over, I would like to get to know the real you. The detective behind the hat and cheekbones." She sniggered a little. "And of course, single John Watson. I don't doubt women will be fawning over you after half an hour of gossip. Good natured, of course."
That smile was as sweet as honey but I didn't like her one bit.
"That would be most fascinating," said Sherlock, draining the last few lemonade drops and throwing the plastic cup neatly in to the bin. "But myself and John have work to attend to."
"Maybe some other time," I added.
"Oh, I'm sure you can spare a few minutes," Kitty wheedled.
"Er... no," I said, raising my eyebrows. "Sorry. We are going home now. We have a business appointment."
"With Mycroft Holmes? I know him well in fact. I could interview all three of you. He would love it, I'm sure. Nothing bad about a little fame, is there?"
"He really wouldn't, Kitty, thank you." Sherlock gave her a thin lipped smile and sauntered off. I had to jog a little to catch up.
"What was that about?" I demanded, as we reached the park gates and set off down the road.
"Kitty Riley. The woman who is meant to be liking my brother, Mycroft. Perhaps she does. It's not like my dear brother to miss a thing like that. But there is a connection forming between them and it is not good."
"How did you know it was her? Auburn hairs on his coat? Lipstick smudge?"
"None. He told me."
"Well... What's so bad about it all then?"
"The assassin, John. Someone is planning to assassinate a valued member of MI7, and my brother is going to be the link to him."
"You think Kitty is...?"
"Not her. Too obvious for the fingers to begin pointing. But if we had a private interview by a wide window..."
I nodded, jaw set. It seemed like we couldn't go three hours without bumping into assassins and secret agents.