Brilliant Minds

Chapter 1:

Victoria's POV:
I, Victoria Castor am the most abnormal as they come. I am a sociopath a high functioning one to be more specific. I have long brown hair and hazel eyes that could deduct you in a matter of seconds. But this story of course is not just about me. I had help from a friend a colleague and of course that wonderful man, but no matter I am Victoria Castor and this is the story of how I died.
Sentiment, Something that would only be found on the losing side, or so I thought. Then I met him. I don't know if it was his mysterious demeanor or his amazing intellect that drew me to him but I was just like him. I was at ST. Barts working on an experiment in the chemistry lab when someone came in. "It's not nice to stare" I said to them not looking up from the microscope. "No no it's way to simple" I said to myself way to simple. I looked up at the people in the room. "Oh um hello" I said to the two men in the room. my phone dinged. "You mind?" I said to the men. "Where is it?" the shorter one said. "Coat" I said looking back through the microscope. "Careful" I said to him watching as he reached into my long coat sitting in the chair beside me. "Read it" please I said. "It's from your sister" he said. "Delete it" I said immediately. "Why it says something about international importance". "I have better things to do" I replied. "Found it I said" happily. "But where did she get it?" I asked. "Yorkshire" I said standing. "Only two labs have it and only 12 people have access to them." I said grabbing my black long coat and purple scarf, " Why Must killers be so stupid?" I asked pulling on the jacket. I started walking out of the lab when someone grabbed my arm and spun me around. Coming eye to eye with the taller of the two men his ice blue eyes stared down at me. May I help you? I asked in a bored tone. "Oh you're interesting." he said in a deep baritone voice. "Quite so" I bantered back. "Who are you?" He asked me. "You are Sherlock Holmes and I'm busy excuse me." I said pulling out of his grasp and turning to the door, "I have a murderer to catch." I walked out of the door and right into Lestrade. "Solved it" I said to him. "Go pick up her brother, he is the only one that had access to the poison". "Um thanks" he said to me. "If you don't catch him I swear to god"- "That's nice" he said cutting me off and rolling his eyes. I saw Anderson walking up the hall. "Gotta go, can't have too much stupid in the building" I said walking to the exit. I called a cab, "67 Abbey Drive" I said getting into the cab. "Actually, 221B Baker Street, step on it" said the man that had grabbed me earlier getting into the cab. "I thought I made it clear that I was busy" I said to him. "Yes but you are intriguing and you forgot this" he said handing me my phone. "Who says that I forgot it" I said questionally. "And who says you wanted to be left alone" he said answering the question with another question. I simply rolled my eyes and grabbed the phone from his outstretched hand. I unlocked the phone and texted my sister.
Leave me alone dear sister, the assassin are already out of the country. -VC
"Mr. Holmes, I suggest that if you want to get on my good side, then I wouldn't read over my shoulder." We arrived at his flat and he practically dragged me out of the cab, throwing money at the driver before dragging me into the building up, the stairs, and into his flat. "That was nice" I said sitting on his couch. "I'm not on for formalities" he replied. "I noticed" I said looking around the flat. He sat down in a chair across from me. "You're wondering why you can't deduce me" I said looking at him. "And you" he said. "It's simple I'm Victoria Castor,  you were wondering" I said. He stood now pacing the floor. "Interesting" he muttered, "very interesting." I pulled of my coat and scarf and laid it delicately on the sofa beside me. "Psychopath" he said suddenly. "Excuse me" I said slightly appalled. "You're a psychopath" he said simply. I laughed at this. "You're funny" I said to him "I'm a sociopath, very different" I said. My phone dinged.
And why is that, too boring? -KC
I sighed but replied quickly.
No it had to do with your boss -VC
"Siblings, very annoying" he said. "Yes I know, my sister works for your brother as his assistant. I believe we've met, very bland" he said in a bored tone. "Quite right. I must be off, got things to do" I said grabbing my coat and scarf. "I do believe that John should be here soon" I said walking out the door." " He's got a date tonight" Sherlock replied. "Oh I know, way too obvious" I said walking down the stairs. I walked out into the brisk night air. I started to walk to my flat, when I bumped into Mycroft. "Can I help you? I asked walking past him. "Why didn't you take the case" he said falling into step behind me. "Just get your brother to do it,  I'm sure he'd love too." I said sarcastically. "Sure he will, I asked him before I asked you" he repliyed. "I'm not interested in this case Mycroft, even if my sister works for you" I said turning to face him. He sighed and I smirked triumphantly. "Good evening Mycroft" I said picking up the pace and turning the corner and onto my street. I walked into the building and into my flat, not bothering to lock the door. "Ryleigh!" I called up the stairs. "What?"  she called back. "I solved it and now I'm bored" I yelled. "That's nice, please don't shoot the wall again" she said "I've got a date soon." "Fine" I huffed, hanging up my jacket and scarf. I sat in my chair and put my hands in a prayer position, just under my nose and went into my mind palace.
Sherlock's POV:
"Castor, where have I heard that name before" I asked myself pacing the length of the room. I slumped down into my chair. "Ugh, why won't my brain work" I said in an exasperated tone, ruffling my hair. I heard a cab pull up to the curb, well took him long enough,  I thought, going to my mind palace. I ran through the halls and into my memories. I ran through the endless room filled with filing cabinets until I got to the section of names. I started the search. "Castor" I mumbled skimming through the drawer, until I got a hit. The Castor building in Ireland owned by........ the name was blacked out. "God Damnit Mycroft" I said see as this was one of his files. Who was this mysterious woman and why are her files blacked out? Time for some research.