Sherlock, My Colleague

Chapter One

"You're really gonna do it?" Chewing her gum in an unpleasant manner.

"Why are you asking?" I said, with not a care in the world.

"Just asking.

-I said I will, so I will. There is too many 'will's in this conversation. Goodbye."

I left the room, and then the house. I made the escape quick, because not only I do not like goodbyes, I do not like talking to people I do not like. My interest in socialising is minimal and I do not like pretending. It gives me nausea. Plus I do not like her. I wanted to leave without being seen, but she had to be there. But I was not going to give up my plans. She has a troubled love life, she knows expectations can be tough. She is so unthoughtful that she did not come to any conclusion when I told her I was to meet someone. She assumed I was talking about a boyfriend. What I truly meant was a work colleague. I cannot stay here anymore, I am in the need of finding a place where I can think without being disturbed by other people's stupidity. I know where to go for that. However, I just cannot pop up there, so I have planned everything. I am antisocial, but I can sometimes build up some relationships if it gives me opportunities. It is the case with Skye. He is that generous yet gold digging guy that comes from Afghanistan. He was once named Sepehr but it is complicated to pronounce. I usually do not give a lot of attention to names, but his means the Sky and the Universe in Persian, which I like to think is quite poetic.

"Steph!" Said I after he opened the door.

"Oh hey you! What do you want?

-Accommodation." I said, smiling.

"Okay. I'll let you sleep here for tonight, but not more because tomorrow's night I'll receive a friend.

-Close friend?" I asked.

"Oh yes, indeed." He gave me this look that meant everything.

"Alright, thank you.

-You left again?" Opening the door.

"I won't be here if I didn't.

-Where will you go?

-Anywhere but back there." Entering.

"What for?

-Meeting my new colleague.

-You won't answer me if I ask questions, would you?

-Nope. Here." Giving him my bag

"I have something to do, I'll see you later."

The city is mine now. I bury myself in the Underground station, pass my Oyster card over the yellow thing and let myself a little time in front of the Tube map, like the others do, even if I do not need to. That card was way too easy to hack, that was so boring. I decide to make another stop before going to Marylebone. Oxford Street. And I am not going out for shopping. I have to pick up something first.

"How can I help you miss?" Said the office worker.

"I am here to pick up a package. For the person I am working for.

-You look rather young!" Stupidly noticing.

"You know how it is, internships and all that.

-Oh, yeah I see. What is the name?

-Mycroft Holmes.

-Alright... Searching on the computer.

"Here it is. It arrived just twenty minutes ago."

She went to another room and came back two minutes after, with the package in her hand.

"I need a signature, there, and there." Why do they need two bloody signatures for?

I wrote 'F. you Mycroft' because the woman was watching her colleague, that I guessed she had an affair with. I had no intention of leaving a trackable clue of me such as a handwriting, so I wrote it in capital letters without round shapes. I believe, and not assume, because I never assume, contains clues of some high ranked secrets officials want to keep the population unaware of. How do I know that? I am a hacker. I am a hacker that knows how to search, and how to hide. Having lived my early years in care and in foster homes for many years did not prevent me from doing what I wanted. I do not own many belongings, because everything is well kept and organised in my head.

I planned everything, so I knew what to do if Mycroft showed up, which he did. I had the package in my hand, but he did not see that it was his. The woman asked for the name, and when he said it to her, she pointed at me saying that I had just taken it. I turned around, smiling.

"I already took it, as you can see.

-Who are you and why?

-I don't like to introduce myself." Leaving the post office.I walked fast, even when I knew that he would be too lazy to chase me. I hid it under my coat and moved away. He looked at me through the window, trying to look puzzled, but I know he was not choked, not him. Now that I had the package, I had to deliver it. Baker Street here I come.