Hello Mr. Holmes (BBC Sherlock Fanfiction)

This is like a spin off from the real Sherlock, not really SCRATCH THAT! Basically I'm taking lines, scenes and episodes of the BBC Sherlock and adding in a new characters and scenes. The character is called Rose, she's like Sherlock, smart, a phosiopath, not vague or kind, her and Sherlock meet and it's almost like a competition to see who's smarter, but soon feelings arise. Please read and enjoy :)

*Sherlocks POV*

I breathed deeply, my three patches don't seem to be helping much. I've been stuck on this same case for almost a week, nothing. I'm thinking on giving up on Lestrade altogether. A week ago he presented me with this line of suicides that are somehow connected, I've been far to busy, I have just met this new man. His names John Watson. I seemed to have deduced a lot about him when I met him, he seemed surprised. I guess that is the initial reaction, not many people are used to meeting someone with more that 2 brain cells. We've been working on this case, I got a lot from the body, I just texted John, asking him to come over. He seems to be taking a while. Just then, John walked through the door.

'Hello' he said. I had my fingers steepled under my chin, my eyes closed.

'Are those...nicotine patches?' I asked.

'Helps me to think' I mumbled.

'Three patches?' He question. I looked at my arm and put my hands under my chin again.

'Its a three patch problem' I mumbled. There was silence for a few seconds before John broke it again.

'So, you asked me to come, I'm assuming it was important' I didn't say anything for a few seconds before breathing out.

'Oh yes, can I borrow your phone?' I asked him.

'Whats wrong with yours?' He asked.

'Theres always a chance the number will be recognised' I said. Just then my phone rang. John took it off my desk.

'Its Lestrade' he said. I held out my hand and John put my phone in it. I answered my phone.

'Yes?' I asked.

'We've just got some new evidence' Lestrade said. I immediately sat up, new evidence. Since when were his workers smart enough to find evidence I couldn't?

'How?' I questioned.

'Well, I have this woman working on the side, like you. She found something' he said vaguely

'You never let anyone interfear, you barely let me in at times' I stated

'Yes, but like I said. She's like you' he said, I could practically hear his smirk

'Doubtful' I scoffed.

'Where are you?' I asked.

'Scotland Yard, she's here, come along Sherlock. It could be helpful' he said. I sighed and hung up.

'Problem?' John asked.

'Lestrade's lost it, he thinks he's found someone ''as smart as me'' but obviously that's impossible' I said grabbing my coat. Me and John took a cab to Scotland Yard. We walked in to find Lestrade at his desk with a folder. I held out my hand, expecting him to hand it to me, but he didn't. I looked at him, he nodded behind me. I turned to a woman with Red hair, black clothing. It wasn't exactly an "Emo" look, but she didn't look like the happiest of people.

'So you must be Sherlock...Well Hello Mr. Holmes' she said extending her hand. I looked her up and down, deducing anything I could. I shook her glove covered hand, she smirked.

'This is Rose Sommers, my right hand girl' Lestrade said, "Rose's" smirk grew. I couldn't deduce anything about her, it was like my vision was clouded by something I've never experienced before.