Battle For The Crowns {A BBC Sherlock Fanfiction}

Chapter 2~ "Should I come back later?"

"I'll take the case."

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I smiled cheekily, and stood up, dusting off my black Westwood suit. (Yes, girls can wear suits too.)
"Alright Mr. Holmes, you'll need much more information than what I can give you now. As much as you don't want to, you'll need to go to the other Mr. Holmes for help. He'll be able to give you files that even I couldn't reach. But, I'll be the one to get things on the inside of the situation, such as strategies and things like that."
"Okay. How long would you assume this may take?"
"That all depends. I'm estimating three to four weeks, just to be thorough. Honestly, you'll probably need the same amount of time that I will to ensure that you get everything."
Sherlock nodded and asked one final question, "alright, but what is your name, 'Dark Commander'?" He quoted mockingly.
"Jennings. Brooklyn Jennings. And I'll see you around, Mr. Holmes." I smirked, and walked out the door, heading directly towards my flight back to Russia.

*A/N: This little scene was directly after the Great Game. Now, I know the dates are off, but that's all part of the little scheme I have going.. ;) When you see Miss Jennings again however, it will be in the middle of a Scandal in
Belgravia. Thanks!*

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It's been two weeks since the meeting with Mr. Holmes, and I've come across some very.. Interesting information. Moriarty is planning to use his terrorist network to create 'The Fall' of someone. My insiders couldn't tell me that much, but we know for a fact that Moriarty is planning to end somebody rather disgracefully. He's going to do anything and everything he can to bring an end to that specific person.

~<>~ Sherlock's PoV
Three weeks since I last met with the mysterious Brooklyn Jennings. Mycroft and I have had several discussions on her, and he doesn't seem to approve that I took her case. But I've never listened to him, so why should I now? Anyway, I've gotten the files on many different people in high positions in the Black Legion.
However, almost all of their data, or their information is gone. I only have initials, a few targets, and ranks of the people.
CRO -Squad Commander
~Elizabeth Cummings (E)
~Marcus Smith (E)
AGRA -Legion Officer
~William Thomas (E)
~Ragan Haspey (E)
SOM -Legion Officer
~Samuel Hook (E)
~Phillip Adams (E)
BCJ -Dark Commander (IT)
~Justin Kennedy (E)
~Anthea Isaacs (E)
~Irene Adler (NE)
JAM -Commander of all forces; Dark Commander
~N/A
~N/A
~N/A

I poured over all of this as I called a cab to head back to Baker Street. Since it was already mid-December, I didn't really feel like walking in the snow, ice, and wind.
John was waiting on me when I walked in, still with the five files open and balanced on my forearms.
"Got information, then?" He asked.
"Mm." I mumbled back, and laid everything out so we could see it.
"Irene Adler? Isn't that.. That girl that we have a case on?" John asked me.
I frowned and nodded. "What could Miss Jennings possibly have to do with her?"
"Well Sherlock, think about it. She's an assassin, one who picks out people she doesn't like, and sends out people to kill them, if she doesn't kill them herself. Irene probably did something that pissed her off, and well.. Put her on the death list, eh?" John said.
"Mm."
"Are you even listening to me?"
"Hush, John, thinking." I retorted.
"Right. Always.. Thinking." He sighed, and went into the kitchen to make coffee.

<<<*>>> Brooklyn's PoV
It's been 1 month and around 1 day since I've met with Sherlock.. I think. I've been in this hole for the past day because I got caught stealing blueprints.. Again.

I slipped through the last security vent, and jumped down into the small room that held Moriarty's plans. There were no people, or lights.
After adjusting my eyes to the darkness, I pushed my hands out in front of me, and began wandering stupidly, like a zombie, around the room, trying to find some form of a light so I could see.
Although, that's not what I needed, but I didn't realize it until it was too late. The lights flipped on, even though it wasn't me, and I was caught red-handed in the middle of German territory, trying to steal top-secret blueprints.
"WHO ARE YOU?" An angry German yelled.
I spoke German, not well, but enough to get by with. "That's for me to know, and you to never find out."
The man motioned for his two goonies to come and handcuff me.
"Now that that's done, Take me to your leader." I smirked happily. "I've always wanted to say that."