A Study on Sherlock

Chapter 3

        Alex looked over at a sleeping Sherlock and quietly got out of bed grabbing a robe on the way out. As she closed the door to Sherlock's bedroom, a man cleared his throat and Alex jumped to face the man. Mycroft Holmes.

"Oh, I see the little whore is back." Mycroft said

"And I see you haven't found your goldfish yet. Is he just too hard to get, Mikey?"

"Well, as soon you found out my brother isn't dead, you immediately came here and had intercourse with him."

"Actually, it was his idea."

"His idea? You must be on drugs Alexandra."

        Anger fled through Alex. She hated Mycroft, but she hated him even more when she was called Alexandra.

"What do you want here, Mikey?"

"So now you want to know? Well isn't obvious?"

"No actually."

"I need my brother."

"Sexually?"

"NO!!!!! I need him here to talk in private."

"He's asleep Mycroft. Just let him be for one day. He's only human too."

"Him human? You must be going crazy to say that my brother is human. He doesn't feel, Alex and as soon as you know that. Your slutty arse can flee from here."

        Alex walked over to Mycroft a kneed him in the gut and whispered in his ear.

"And as soon as you know I'm not leaving, you can move your cheap prostitute arse out his door."

        Mycroft looked at Alex as he tried to shuffle in pain out the door.

"Bye, bye MBI. That means Male Body Inspector."

        He shook his head as he headed out the flat door and tried as hard as he could not to fall over in pain down the stairs and into his car that was waiting for him. He knew something was up with Alex, but he didn't know what it was.

        Shortly after Mycroft was gone, Alex sighed deeply. That was way to close. If he knew or if anyone else did, she would be gone and possibly six feet under. She pulled out her phone and dialed a number.

"Hello Alex. I have been expecting your call." The voice purred over the phone.

"Hey. I don't understand why I was assigned this task."

"Just do whatever research you can on him. Even if that means we have to put our plans on hold till you know every. single. detail. Is that understood?"

"Yes."

"Yes who?"

"Yes sir."

"Remember, I picked you off the streets after John was gone. You owe me."

        Than the call was over and Alex leaned on the counter top wondering if she made the right choice in life.