L I A R /Sherlock fanfiction

Chapter 1

"Carrie.." For that was her name, she turned to see Ana, a scraggly brunette who had recently been recruited. She was young, inexperienced and in need of money. "That was fantastic!" Ana squealed, in ore of the older girl, "Where did you learn to do that? Maybe you could teach me?"

"Thanks, Ana.." Carrie acknowledges as she throws a shirt over her head, "Though I'm not sure how the boss would feel about that.." The young girl across from her frowns, rolling her eyes at Carrie's comment, "You're young. You can still get out.."

"What makes you think I want to get out?" Ana growls with a furrowed brow. 

"Ana. You want what everybody wants.." Carrie asserts "A house, a husband, kids, good job, money, nice friends. You won't get that if you become one of us.." Carrie turns to the young girl with a concerned face,"Look at them.." Carrie spins to lean against the wall Ana was stood against, she darts her eyes to the gathering of dancers across the room, "They're not like you and me. Chances are they'll be dead by the time they're thirty."

Ana splutters on a breath of air, her eyes wide staring at Carrie, "Why would you say that?"

"Cause it's true.." Carrie replied, watching the three dancers as they prepared themselves for the night ahead, "They can't wait to get paid and shoot up." She frowns as she continues to watch them before resting her head back against the wall.

Most of the dancers were addicts, earning quick money for their next fix but Carrie was different.

Carrie was important.

The sound of voices calling for more from outside the doors to the stage interrupts Carrie's thoughts, Carrie flicks her eyes to the door before landing on the girls opposite her. They flash uneasy looks at Carrie before skittishly leaping from their positions towards the door. Ana huffs with the shake of her head, Carrie rolls her eyes, "Just think about what I said. Excuse me.."

Carrie exits the changing room into her dressing room. A perk of the job so to speak. She rubs a finger against her forehead as she sits herself down at the mirrored desk area. Whilst staring at herself, thoughts of the dark-haired stranger who attended her show invaded her mind. She couldn't figure it out, had somebody sent him? Was it him, or just coincidence.

The phone cradled in the inside pocket of the coat that hung over the door began to ring, vibrating against the wooden frame. Carrie rolled her eyes with a sigh and rose from the chair to answer the call. 

"Good evening.." She spoke, "Mycroft."

The voice on the other end cleared their throat, "Carrie. I assume you have information for me.."

"I need a little more time.." She replied into the microphone, swallowing with a deep frown. 

"Time is of the essence, my dear.." Carrie rolls her eyes to the sarcasm dripping from the term of endearment, "I can only hold the authorities for so long.."

"Authorities?" Carrie chortles, with a slight laugh and the shake of her head, "You are the authorities, Mycroft.." Carrie states. Understanding the annoyance from the other end of the phone, she complies, "I'll have the information by next week."

He sighs, clearing his throat again, "Next week?" He replies with a questioning tone. 

"Mycroft. You know I will have it." Carrie reassures the man on the other end of the phone with a slight plea in her voice, "I assure you, it will be worth the wait."

"Car-"

The call ends.