Secrets (Sherlock)

Blind Banker- part 9

I was driving down the street, on my way home, when I noticed the black sedan parked opposite my apartment. I sighed, knowing exactly whom I was going to be talking to. After parking my car, I walked over to Anthea, who is standing outside of the car, texting on her phone, as usual. She looks up at me, and smiles.

"Hello Quinn."

"Anthea. I presume you're here to bring me to the man himself?"

She nods. "He said he didn't want to, but he needed to talk to you."

"He's still scared of me then?" I laughed. "You'd think the British government himself would be scared of more than just a little girl, wouldn't you?"

I step into the car, and Anthea follows suit. I look around the car. "I see he's too cheap to buy a new car," I said, noticing the same old scratch on the handle bar on the ceiling that was there last time. Anthea looks up, but remains silent, as usual. I look outside the window, and, after around 8 minutes of driving, we make it to an abandoned warehouse.

"I see Mycroft hasn't changed much since I last saw him. Still choosing the worst places for our little 'dates,'" I said, knowing full well that Anthea was barely listening. The driver- unknown, of course- stopped the car, and Anthea ushered me outside.

"He's waiting inside."

I nodded, and waltzed into the building. I wandered down the hallway, checking occasionally out of the windows and behind opened doors. Eventually, I found myself in a great, big room, filled with giant crates and several boxes. As I walked into an opening, I watched as Mycroft snuck out from between two crates, swinging his umbrella and lifting his head up high.

"Ah, Mikey! It sure is nice to see you again. I see you haven't left that beautiful umbrella I got you. It's going to break under your weight one of these days. You really should stick to that diet you keep breaking."

He placed a false smile on his face, but was obviously trying to keep his distance.

"It's good to see you too. Looking lovely as ever," he sassed, poking fun at the long gash running across my cheek.

"Well, its not my fault your brother doesn't understand the concept of personal space."

Mycroft's previously fake smile just seemed to grow as he noticed that he seemed to push several buttons. To be honest, I never liked Mycroft. He always seemed to be one pain in the ass that I could not get rid of. Not like I was incapable of, no. I could find a way to get to the president if I wanted to, but I don't. I would rather not face the consequences of that. And it's the same thing with this Holmes brother. 'The British Government' they call him. He's one of the most powerful people in England, and I would rather not be tied into any assassination including him.

"Well, Ms. Kvistad-"

"Oh, you Holmes' and your crap on me. It's Wilder, Mycroft. I am not affiliated with anything from that life now. You of all people should know that Quinby Kvistad is long dead."

"Of course. Well, I would just like to warn you about my younger brother. He is quite the specimen, and I would just like to warn you not to get too close. Normally, I would offer a... companion of his money, money to spy on him for me. But, you are different. Knowing what you have done for me, and what you are doing for me, I believe you should be given a warning to keep your distance. He is a dangerous man, if you get too close. You will get hurt, and I would rather not be on the receiving end of that."

The only thing I could do was let a building chuckle escape from my lips. I walked over to him; the only sound erupting through the warehouse was that of my fist making a sharp contact with his cheek. I made sure that my grandmother's ring nicked his cheek as I did. "If there is one thing you should know, is that I don't like being told who I am."