Sherlock- Spy at 221b

Chapter 9

We went into another cab, in the same order as before. Sherlock orders the cabby to take us to The yard and we were off. I Thought vaguely about how Molly had thought it odd for a 'kid' to be at a morgue, kids die, they can handle the truth. Well most can handle the truth, and I've seen some bad stuff, being in the street.

I then thought about Mycroft, about how he had treated me as an adult. He had given me a large choice and gave me little, what's the word, advice or opinion on which I picked. I felt a little grateful for that.

After a few more minuets of internal debate we arrived at Scotland Yard.

(I'm sorry if that's not where Lestrade works, It's where he works in the books but idk)

We went in and I followed Sherlock and John through the building to the Detective-Inspectors office. Sherlock pushed open the door without knocking and John and me Followed.

"Afternoon Inspector" said Sherlock, moving to stand in front of Lestrade's desk.

"Afternoon Sherl- Who's that with you?" He said, shifting slightly to look at me.

"Johns niece" said Sherlock dismissively,

"Im Dictective inspector Lestrande" said Lestrade.

"I'm Anna, nice to meet you." I say, wishing I could say something a little more professional or cool or something like that.

Sherlock fills DI Lestrade in on the case and they begin to throw back and forth theories.

I looked out the window of Lestrade's office and saw someone who made my stomach lurch. I turned away from the window and looked a John.

I tried to get my act together, and summon up some words but it was hard.

"Can i be excused?" I said, buttig into the converastion.

"Sure, sure" said sherlock before rambling on again.

I walked past John and Whisper to him to come. 

"What?" said John, "Is it your leg?" 

"No,I saw Mycroft outside the window, we made eye contact and I looked scared I lost my cool, I think I blew it." I started to breath heavily, and I felt as if I was going to pass out.

"It's okay, Sherlock knows his brother well, he always thinks of something"

"No, it's up to me not Sherlock, I'm going to go talk to him. Right now"

"Anna" said John but I had already walked over to the lift and hit the button. I went down a floor and stepped out. I could see out the glass front door and Mycroft was standing across the street, walking away.

'Shoot' I murmur under my breath, I booked it out if the building and ran across the street without looking. A car hurdled beside me but I skidded over the front , feeling like James Bond.

"Mycroft, I need to talk to you!" I yelled, he stopped walking and I caught up to him.

"Did Sherlock see you?" said Mycroft urgently.

"No, I said went to find a snack machine"

"We'll what do you need to tell me?"

I paused, I didn't have anything to tell him, sh*t. I felt like I was going to start hyperventilating, and all these crazy emotions were welling up inside me, but nothing showed on my face. I was glad.

"I wanted to know how long you wanted me to do this for?"

"As long as possible, I suppose"

"An answer, please, just how long until I'm pardoned." I tried to make my voice sound genuine, I used a mix of politeness and urgency, when really I felt like I was imploding.

"You need two weeks, until I am allowed to finish your punishment, but" he pause dramatically " I would pay you if you went on longer "Maybe the higher end of three figures a week"

I hated how he said figures instead of just like 600-800 pounds, wait £600-800?!?

That's.

That's a lot

I would do a lot for that

Anything really

Well I do have limits

But

That's a lot .

Mycroft cleared his throat loudly, snapping me back.

"Are you okay?" his voice didn't really sound concerned though.

"Okay, I mean I'm fine sir, I would love to keep this spying thing up for as Long as possible please"

"Alright then, well you better be getting back, meet me by the shard, a week from today at 3:30"