The Mind Reader - A Sherlock Fanfic

Person of Interest

The car ride to the police station was silent. John called Lestraude as soon as I started chasing after the thief. He arrived and arrested her ten minutes after the call. The hard drive in my mind hasn't stopped processing since the thief quoted Amy. It can't be a coincidence. The whole thing must've been planned. It couldn't have been the works of one street thief. I'm pretty sure John was trying to tell me the same things in the car, but I was so lost in my mind palace, I tuned his voice out. When we arrived at the station, Lestraude literally had to drag me out of the car to get me out of my head. 

John and I filled out the report on the incident quickly and made our way to the interrogation room. "I still don't understand why we have to interrogate her, Sherlock," Lestraude said as we made our way to the office behind the one-way mirror. 

"This wasn't a coincidence, Lestraude," I replied. Did you not realize how this was exactly how we first caught Amy?" 

"Trust me, I did. But you do realize that this is how we catch most street thieves?"
I kept my eyes forward. "This is different from most cases,"

We reached the interrogation room as soon as I finished talking. "Right," Lestraude started. "I'll go in and talk to her-"

"No," I interrupted. "I'm talking to her," I sounded more intimidating than I wanted to.
Lestraude took a small step back in shock. "Alright then," he said with a sarcastic tone as he turned on his heels and walked to the observation room. 

John gave me a exasperated glare. "Just, figure out what we need to know," he said as he was trying to remain as calm as he could. 

He turned and followed Lestraude. He was halfway through the door when he turned towards me again. "And don't do anything stupid or so help me I will lose it!" He slammed the door behind him. 

Now I took a step back in shock. Honestly, he should really go to an anger management class one of these days. I regained my focus and walked into the interrogation room.
The thief was seated, and handcuffed to the metal table in the middle of the bland room. Her back was to me, but she was facing the one way mirror, where I imagine John and Lestraude are staring at us. I walked around the table to face her. My mind instantly began reading her;
Small, but her body is well built. Probably from being on the run. Dark skin. Dark hair. Green eyes. Her breathing is steady, but her gaze flutters around the room. She's nervous, probably doesn't like to be in one place for a long amount of time. Despite her defined muscles, she looks quite young and venerable. Perfect look for a street thief. Amy always had that look about her- ugh! Focus, Sherlock. She stared at me with a slightly annoyed face. "Well? Are you just gonna keep standin' there with that constipated look on your face, or are ya gonna start gettin' to the point?" She said. Her accent is heavier than most. 

I snapped back to reality. Damn it. Was I reading slow? That's odd. "Do you know why you're here?" I began.

"Yeah. I tried to lift some stuff an' got caught. Not much to it, Mister Holmes,"

"True, but your case is curious,"

"Ya don't say?"

"Were you hired by someone to steal those files?"

She hesitated. "Yeah, but that's how most of us get money off of jobs like that! I mean, it's obvious I was hired to steal files. You think I want those for kicks?"

"Do you know why the person who hired you wanted those files?"

She hesitated again. "Sorry, mate. Customer confidentiality,"

I glared at her. Doesn't she understand that this could be my only lead to Amy?... No, of course she doesn't know. Why would she? Don't do anything stupid. Try to find a way around the situation. She's nervous. Use that against her. "And I take it that the name of your "customer" falls under that same category?"