I'm bored. -SH
Dana was in the middle of recording a video for her vlog, when her phone had gone off. It had been little over a week since the cabbie case, and the ginger hadn't seen much of Sherlock or John. Other than the occasional text from the doctor, that is. But Sherlock never did. Well, until now.
Pausing the recording, she looked at the phone and sighed.
So, go bug John like you always do. -DC
Not even a second later, she got a response.
He's on a date. -SH
Rolling her eyes, the woman was just about to continue recording when her phone went off again.
Come over... Please- SH
Why? -DC
Because Mrs. Hudson took my skull. -SH
“Lord save me.” She mumbled, closing her lap top. Grabbing her coat, she slipped on a pair of knee high boots before walking out the door.
You are so childish. -DC
Locking the door, she stepped onto the street and shoved her phone into her pocket. She'd be at Baker Street soon enough, so there was really no need for her to use it. Shoving her hands into the coat pockets, Dana began the walk to the man's flat. If she was going over, she saw no reason as to why she couldn't make him wait.
As she walked along, though, the ginger noticed something. A little ways behind her, a black car had been keeping a steady pace. Not one noticeable enough for the average person to see, but just enough for her to take note if it.
Well. That's new. She thought to herself, turning down a more deserted street. The car turned as well. And definitely a little creepy. Stopping, she turned to watch the vehicle as it came to a stop in front of her. When it did, a woman climbed out and held open the door.
“Hello Miss Coleman.” Immediately, Dana recognized the browned hair woman as Mycroft's assistant. Anthea, she believed is who John said she was. Obviously, it was a fake name but she had chosen not to make a comment on it.
“I'm assuming your boss wants to see me?” She raised an eye brow, gesturing with her head to the car.
“Yes.” Nodding, she climbed in. Partially because she knew the car would continue to follow her until she did, and partially because she was curious as to what the Government Official wanted.
The ride wasn't particularly long, but it was filled with silence. Well, that wasn't
quite true. While they made their way to their destination, Athena was furiously typing away at her phone. Rolling her eyes, the journalist turned her head to stare out the window until the car stopped.
When it did, she got out to see they were in an abandoned warehouse. Standing a few yards in front of them was Mycroft himself, leaning on an umbrella.
“Mr. Holmes.” The ginger nodded a greeting, walking over to stand in front of him.
“Miss Coleman.”
“I assume you have a good reason for abducting me.” She stated calmly, not a single emotion on her face. Nodding, the man seemed to get right to business.
“How well do you know my brother?”
“Sherlock?” She raised an eye brow. “Not particularly. I had only met him a week ago.”
“Yet you helped him solve a case, and were just heading to Baker Street.” He pointed out, a smug smirk on his face.
“Yes.”
“He appears to trust you.”
“Does he? I thought it was he was more intrigued with me.” She chuckled.
“What ever it may be, you are close to him.”
“You point is?” She raised an eye brow. Immediately, the man sobered up.
“I worry about my baby brother.” He admitted, taking his weight off the umbrella. “He makes quite a few enemies in his line of work.”
“And you want me to keep an eye on him for you?” She questioned, crossing her arms over her chest. “Seems you two have a, difficult relationship.”
“Yes.” He nodded, giving her an almost sarcastic smirk. “And I'm prepared to pay you a rather meaningful sum of money, as compensation of course.” The smirk stayed in his face as he cocked his head to the side slightly. Staring at him for a moment, the woman considered his offer, before nodding.
“Alright.” That made Mycroft actual smile, though it still seemed force, until she added, “On one condition.” His expression dropped immediately.
“Oh. And what would that be?”
“You call me next time, rather than abducting me.” She smirked, knowing the man before her would find the request amusing. Rolling his eyes, he sighed.
“I make no promises.” Holding out his hand, the two shook hands before the woman climbed back into the car. “I will contact you later, with more information.” Mycroft added, just before closing the door.
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“You certainly took your time.” Sherlock commented just as the woman made her way into his flat. Sighing, she shook her head and hung up her coat.
“Sorry, there was a bit of traffic.” Taking a seat in John's chair, she watched as the curly haired man gave her a look.
“I thought you walked.” He raised an eye brow as he spoke. “Wasn't it your way of getting back at me?" Rolling her eyes, the woman shook her head.
"Not even going to ask how you know that." She mumbled to herself, though fully aware Sherlock had heard her. That is, if his smirk was anything to go off of. "No, your brother decided to pick me up." The man looked over her with a curious expression.
"Did he offer you money?"
"Of course he did." She rolled her eyes again.
"Did you take it?" He questioned. Smirking, the ginger nodded.
"I'll split it with you." Sherlock smirked in return at her response. At least she was more intelligent than John. The two sat in silence for a few more minutes till the woman spoke up, breaking it.
"So, you're bored and wanted me over, only for us not to do anything?"
"Yes." Was all he said, before lying doing and going back to his thoughts. As he did, Dana just rolled her eyes and grabbed a book on the table beside her. He really is a strange man.
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A Simple Study of Psychology
FanfictionDana Coleman always thought that she was ordinary. She grew up in a suburb just outside of the busiest parts of Calgary, Alberta. Her family was average, giving her love and encouragement as she grew up. Graduating High School with slightly above av...
