Sherlock- Spy at 221b

Chapter 1

I walked through Mycrofts office doors carrying a cup of tea. Earl grey, cream, three sugars, just the way he likes it. It's been around two weeks since I'd been caught by Mycrofts people and I'd been doing this sort of stuff ever since. Things Anthea wants me to do. Since she's more 'responsible' then I am she gets to do stuff with paper work and computers and phones. Since I'm 'not yet trust worthy' ,or so Mycroft says, I'm only allowed to do simple tasks such as getting tea, delivering papers to people around the building and so on. So I'm pretty much Mycrofts personal assistants, personal assistant.

But really though I don't mind, he lets me stay in one of the overnight waiting rooms, (not really sure what there for but I'm guessing there something for prisoners) and it's much better then pick pocketing. I prefer this job much more.

My appearance had changed a bit since I had arrived. My hair was unmated and sat in light waves on my shoulders, I had been given new, more formal, clothes. I had also been given quite a few other things. Toothbrush, deoderent, ponytails, hairbrush. Luxuries I had not had in quite some time.

"Here's your tea sir" I say polite knowing that he likes to be addressed as such.

"Thank you, Evanna" he replies courtly. He doesn't yet call me Anna but I'm just glad he stopped calling me 'miss knightly.'

I turn to leave when Mycroft speaks.

"Would you mind having a seat for a second." He asks

Pffft As if I would be able say no, "alright sir" I say with all the politeness I can manage. I turn back around and sit in one of the chairs in front of his desk.

"Well, as I'm sure you have guessed, since you do have some brains. I am not planning on keeping you here indefinitely, and I'm also sure you have guessed your not only going to be doing this sorta stuff."

I nodded "yes sir"

"So now it is time to tell you what I need of you, as you might have heard I have a brother. His name is Sherlock, he lives at 221b Baker Street and he is a detective."

I nod again knowing this info already from listening to his phone calls.

"I am always wounding if he is in danger or is needing help. I worry about him, constantly. I have, previously, had people spy on him with little successes." He continued "that is why I need you."

"Me" I ask puzzled "you want me to spy on your brother? Don't you have other agents and such to do that?"

"I do have agents but I would prefer using you and you know why"

"I-I do but I don't think that will help"

"Yes it will" said Mycroft "you have a mind just as good as my brother"

"I don't think so sir" I say honestly

"A photogenic memory will 1oo% help you and you also have a good sence of reasoning. Why do you think I had you help out here for the two weeks, I wanted to see if you were able to put your photogenic memory to use. And you did. I saw you observing and putting stuff together all week. That is why I need you."

I took all this in and discovered a big flaw in this plan "how am I supposed to spy on him, I mean I can't just walk through the front door."

Mycroft looked pleased as though asking this question was prof that I was capable and I was willing.

"He has something called a homeless network, you may be able to join. But just get in with his people how ever you can. I hope you know how to lie and act because you're going to need to."

"I'll guess ill do it, but just out of curiosity what would you do if I said no"

Mycroft smiled "that's not going to happen now is it?"

"No I guess not sir."

"So do we have a deal? Oh and if your able to get in close and give me some real good information, I'll clear you criminal record."

I felt a rush inside me, if that happened I'd most likely be able to get a job "deal" I stuck out my hand "deal" said Mycroft as we shook hands.