Sherlock- Spy at 221b

Chapter 6

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Sherlocks POV

I sit in the drawing room, pondering what John had just told me about the girl. I was impressed with her acting job and her deductive skills. Spying on me, for Mycroft. How did he expect her to spy on m.... Oh the homeless network, smart. Well as smart as Mycroft could be. I need to talk to her... Standing up I walk down the hallway and into the girls room. She was sitting on the bed with her head in her hands.

I stand in the doorway waiting for her to notice me but she obviously hasn't or has just not acknowledged me. Walking into the room I sit down next to her, not knowing what to say I wait for her to say something. Like most do but she remained silent.

"Hello" I say to the girl. She still doesn't answer, I hear a sniff and realize she must be crying. Awkwardly I place my hand on her back. She immedeitly embraced me into a hug, I was about to pull away having no experience hugging put I place my hands on her back anyway.

"Sherlock" she says sniffly into my shoulder "I'm so sorry"

"It's alright" I say, I have absolutely no experience in these matters. So I simply tap her on the back.

"May I ask you something" I say to her since she showed no intention on saying anything else.

"I guess" she says as she straightens her position and let's go of me. I look at her eyes and see there only slightly puffy, meaning she also has a cold due to her sniffling.

"Where did you learn to deduce things or people"

"Well, when I was pick pocketing I needed to be able to tell if they were rich or poor, nice or mean, having a bad day or a good day. I never stole from the poor or nice or depressed people only mean sour looking people with to much money for there own good." She says " that's why I was down town and was caught by an agent, because I needed to be located around banks and government buildings."

"That's very, noble" I say unsure weather this is brilliance or sentiment for people she didn't even know. My mind settled on something in between. "You did this for your own sake, so your mind would be able to rest with the notion of stealing."

"I guess it would be that" she says, judging by the way she furrows her brow it looks as if she had never thought about it that way.

"So you have a good power of deduction" I say curiously.

"I guess so." She looks up at me. "I'm assuming you do to."

"Yes, you could say that"

"Show me" she says enthusiastically.

"Alright but you already heard what I said in the drawing room to John, when you were 'sleeping'" I drew quotation marks around the word sleeping. "I thought that would be enough"

"Well I guess," she says but I cut her off before she can say anymore.

"You show me." I say wanting to see someone deduce, besides Mycroft who was always infuriating.

"But you already saw me in the drawing room when you wrecked my plan." She said, mocking and copying me by the way she refused to show.

As we talked and I got to understand the way she thought and processed information. I realized two things that I hadn't before. One, that having a photogenic memory is definitely useful and two, that she was considerably smarter then I first though she was.

"What's your name?" I inquire.

"Evanna" she says "Knightly"

"Sherlock Holmes."

"I know" she replies

At that moment John waked in.

"Sherlock, the phones for you. It's Mycroft"