The Woman In Mask (BBC Sherlock Fanfiction)

The Face Beneath The Mask

-1 am-
"I'm going to bed Sherlock. Good night"yawned John.
No reply came. John didn't care and headed towards his bedroom.

Sherlock laid on the coach. He closed his eyes and went to his mind palace. This would be a long night.
First he imagined the woman he'd seen hours earlier.
Dark red hairs
Pale white skin
Perfectly shaped nose
Brown eyes
Thin and tall
But there were still missing pieces. Then he started to imagine the maid.
Black hairs
Tall and thin
Brown eyes
Long nose
Pale white skin
No. Something wasn't right. She must have been wearing a wig. But which one was the wig? The red one or the black one?
3 am
He then imagined the woman at the phantom of the opera.
Tall and thin
Brown wig
Eyes? Brown
Pale white skin
Nose? Unknown
Well this wasn't also useful.
So he tried another option. The taxi driver. As much as he remembered she had:
???
He tried again.
...12 pounds"the cabbie said, when they finally arrived at 221B. She was looking directly at Sherlock's eyes from the mirror. He glanced her. Familiar face. But eyes...Eyes were not familiar...
Why were the eyes familiar?
-6 am
Eyes... Where had he seen them before?
He scanned all the memories from the beginning of the case. He had talked with Ms. Morgan. He had investigated The Cygne. He had gone to St.Barts. The corpse. Molly. And the other girl. What was her name? Oh, Rebecca. And he...
Rebecca.
..."She wasn't very tall. But she was quite thin. She was in her late twenties, maybe 29 years old..."
7 am
How professional disguiser she was. One more time, she had totally managed to baffle. However, if she was the woman in mask, he was the great Sherlock Holmes. And the penny dropped.
He did it. He suddenly managed to identify her face.
He put all the descriptions about her together. And a profile cleared. She had dark red hairs-he was absolutely sure about this one-perfectly shaped small nose-the long one was fake, she had big lips. She was also thin and tall.
Oh. A mistake.
She was shorter when she was Rebecca.
-7 am-
"High heels!"Sherlock muttered. And finally he had a picture of her. He had just managed to identify her profile.
He stood up but he stumbled and sat down . He felt dizzy. He rubbed his bloodshot eyes. And John came in.
"Don't tell me you were awake for the whole night."he said putting the kettle on.
"I'm fine."Sherlock said standing up again and walked towards his drawer. He was suffering from lack of sleep but this didn't matter at the moment. He had managed to do something extraordinary and now he could possibly find her.
"You need to sleep."John said but knowing this wouldn't matter.
"Who cares sleeping when we are about to catch our thief?!"Sherlock said in excitement. He took the cards from his drawer. Now she was trapped.
"What do you mean?"John asked sipping his tea.
"I know how she looks like."Sherlock said not looking at John.
"What?"John sat down onto his armchair.
"Any news from Mycroft?"asked Sherlock ignoring John and putting the cards back to his drawer.
"Not yet. It's just 7 am in the morning give him some time."John said leaning back. He wondered how Sherlock did it but he had gotten used to it long time ago,so he gave up questioning.
"23 minutes."Sherlock said.
"I'm sorry?"
"He wakes up at 6.30 and goes to his office at 7.15 so preparing the documents takes him 6 minutes and within two minutes he's going to call you and tell you that they are ready."Sherlock said quickly and sat down and started to wait.
"So we have 23 minutes."John said sipping his tea.
"Yeap."
Mrs. Hudson came in with the breakfast tray and a couple of newspapers.
"Good morning boys!"she said cheerfully as usual.
"Let me help you Mrs Hudson."John stood up and rushed to her when he saw she walked in. He took the tray and put it on the experiment table also known as the "dining table."
"Sherlock dear, didn't you sleep well last night your eyes are bloodshot!"Mrs. Hudson said.
"I was working."Sherlock answered heading towards the kettle. He needed a coffee.
Mrs. Hudson muttered something about not approving his situation and left the room.
"Sherlock, even you have to eat, you know?"said John.
"I don't eat or sleep during the cases."Sherlock answered taking his coffee mug and the newspaper.
As Sherlock said, at 7.23 Mycroft texted John to come and take the files.

"This is Marie-Ann Jordan and this is Wilhelmina Eveleigh."John said giving the files to Sherlock. Sherlock eagerly took them and opened the first file which was Marie-Ann Jordan's. He analyzed the file. He also opened a new file for Marie-Ann in his mind palace.
Marie-Ann Jordan Brook
Born: 1981-
Height: 167 cm
Eyes: Brown
Natural hair colour: Brown
Occupation: Academic-Chemistry
Relations:Married(Roger Brook)
Financial situation:perfect
Important events:none
Blah blah blah...
Sherlock closed the file. She wasn't the very woman who he was looking for. He deleted Marie Ann's file.
He took the other one. He opened another file in his mind palace for Wilhelmina Eveleigh.
Wilhelmina Eveleigh
Born:21.02.1981
Eye colour: blue
Hair colour: black
Nationality: British
Heritage:France-in motherside
Known Family:sister(Anabelle Eveleigh)DECEASED, mother(Clotilde Eveleigh)DECEASED, father(Thomas Eveleigh)DECEASED
Occupation:none
Relationship:none
Sherlock turned the page and he saw the further informations.
Her all family died in a great fire in their manor. She was the only survivor however after a month of the incident, her body was found in the wreckage of their burnt manor.
Death method: poisoned
DECEASED(2002)
"What?"John asked curiously when he saw the horrible change of expression on his friend's face.
Sherlock threw the files and went to the window.John took the files and scanned them.
"She's good. She's really good indeed."he muttered.
"Woah, we really did find our thief appearently."John said sarcastically, still scanning the files.
"She is clever enough to destroy all the signs belongs to her past."
"So what's our next move?"
"I need to question Veronica."Sherlock said and headed towards his room.
-AN-
Hello everyone,
First of all, I want to thank you all for reading my story. I know I have some grammer mistakes but believe me I'm trying my best to do none.
I have a question for you. What do you think about the identity of the woman in mask? I've already mentioned about her during the story. So, who do you think might be the woman in mask?
(Also please tell me your opinions about the story. I'really want to hear them.)