The Science Of Second Chances//Book Two

Chapter 7~ The New Girl

Teddy's P.O.V

Because it was so silent in Irene's room I could hear quite well. Including the squeak of a window being opened.

I stop pacing, the tip of my left foot touching the ground. My breathing slows down, every muscle in my body tense. I can hear a small scuffle coming from the bathroom. Quiet, but not quiet enough. Judging from the noise I could just hear I would say that there were about three people breaking into Irene's house. Not knowing whether or not they had weapons I decided that it would be better and quicker for me to hide in the wardrobe. I open one of the doors and slip inside, pulling out my phone and going into contacts, finding Sherlock's number. Before I can send him a text though the noise stops suddenly. I frown, pushing the door open a little more and staring through the small crack. Entering the room is the red-haired lady from before, humming to herself with a dress hanging over one arm.

"Oh, shi-" I begin to say but I never get to finish because she's opened the wardrobe door. 

She lets out a small shriek of surprise that I try to stop but it's too late. I hear the bathroom door open and suddenly the red-haired lady is lying on the ground a few centimeters away from me, not moving at all except for the small rise and fall of her chest. 
I duck, narrowly missing a punch to my face then straighten, aiming a front kick at the person. My foot connects with his stomach and he groans, staggering backwards. I take up a fighting stance, staring at the three men who had cornered me in the walk-in wardrobe. The man directly in front of me- the one I had kicked- stares at me, pistol pointing at me. His two friends mimic his action, pointing their own pistols at me.

"Miss," the man in front of me says. I tilt my head to the side.

"American," I reply. "I assume your here for the photos?"

"You assume correctly," he replies.

I weigh up my options. From the look of these three and the way they're holding their pistols I'd say they're professionals. They know how to handle a gun, they know how to fight. Hopefully I'd be a little better.
The man who had talked had a strong stance, narrowed eyes. He wants those photos and he won't let anyone stop him from getting them. His finger isn't on the trigger though which means he's either not willing to kill for the photos or he's just not willing to kill me. 
The man on his right doesn't have such a strong stance, it's more of an arrogant one. He's got a smirk on his face and his eyes keep roaming over my body. I'm more aware of the girlie clothing I am wearing and how much skin I have showing. 
In my mind I summon fire and picture it destroying this creep.
His finger is practically itching to pull the trigger. So; trigger-happy pervert. He doesn't care what he's doing, just as long as he gets to spill some blood at the end of the day. Or a damn good shag.
The third man, the youngest, looks nervous. His hands are steady but his eyes are weary and keep flickering towards the first guy. He will fight, he won't kill me and will only listen to the first guy. Probably new to the job of being a CIA-trained killer.

In total: A leader, a perv and a newbie.

"Well," I say after a few second's silence. "I'm sorry to disappoint you three but my brother's on the case as we speak."

"That won't stop us from getting those photos, Miss Holmes," the leader replies.

"Why do you even want them?" I ask, then blink. "Oh. There's more, isn't there? Oh, Ree, what have you done?" I murmur the last sentence under my breath.

"If you don't mind, Miss, but we have to go now," the leader says. I smile sweetly.

"Sorry boys. The only people who are going to get those photos is either myself or Sherly. First in, first served, you know?" I say, and with a kick I knock the pistol out of the Perv's hand. I grab the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer as I bring my knee up towards his stomach. As he groans I shove him into the Leader who is heading towards me. They stumble backwards and I turn, getting ready for the Newbie. As he attacks I duck and grab his legs, standing and flipping him over my back and onto the floor. At that exact moment that he hits the floor a fire alarm goes off.