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Chapter 6

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Here is the next part of A Study in Pink

I own nothing, except Calliah

John and I get into the car and I see Mycroft's assistant. I smile at her as I sit. She smiles and goes back to her phone. She was always on her phone. John sits by me and smiles at the women. "Hello." John says softly.

Mycroft's assistant smiles brightly at him for a moment and then returns her attention to her phone. "Hi."

"What's your name, then?" he smiles.

"Er… Anthea." 'Anthea' says.

"Oh is it Anthea today?" I ask and she nods.

"So that isn't your real name." John guesses.

"No." She says and smiles.

John nods and looks out of the rear window briefly and then turns back. "I'm John."

"Yes. I know. And her name is Calliah." 'Anthea' says and smiles at me.

"Any point in asking where we're going?" John asks.

"None at all…" 'Anthea' asks. She turns and smiles at us and then goes back to her phone. "… John."

"Okay." John says and looks at me. I smile and pull out my phone.

Sometime later, the car pulls into an almost-empty warehouse. John and I get out of the car and see a man in a suit, standing in the center of the area and leaning nonchalantly on an umbrella. I knew who the man is but I know John wouldn't. I have known Mycroft since I moved out of Irene's house. He saved me off of the streets. I see a chair in front of him and Mycroft points at it with his umbrella. "Have a seat, John." He says.

John and I walk over. "You know, I've got a phone. And so does Calliah." He looks around the warehouse. "I mean, very clever and all that, but er… you could just phone me or Calliah. On our phones." John walks past the chair and stops a few paces away from Mycroft.

I run up to Mycroft and hug him. He freezes up. "Calliah. Back up." I pout and go by John. "When one is avoiding the attention of Sherlock Holmes, one learns to be discreet, hence this place." The man says. He smiles softly at me and then looks stern and looks at John. "The leg must be hurting you. Sit down."

"I don't wanna sit down." John says.

"You don't seen very afraid." Mycroft says and looks at him curiously.

"You don't seen very frightening." John says. Mycroft and I chuckle.

"Ah, yes. The bravery of the soldier. Bravery is by far the kindest word for stupidity, don't you think Calliah." Mycroft says and looks at John sternly. I nod. "What is your connection to Sherlock Holmes?"

"I don't have one. I barely know him. I met him…" John looks away and looks surprised. "…yesterday."

"Mmm, and since yesterday you've moved in with him and now you're solving crimes together. Might we expect a happy announcement by the end of the week?" Mycroft jokes. I laugh.

John glares at me and turns back to Mycroft. "Who are you?"

"An interested party." Mycroft says nonchalantly. I smirk at him.

"Interested in Sherlock? Why? I'm guessing you're not friends." John guesses.

"You've met him. How many 'friends' do you imagine he had? I am the closest thing to a friend that Sherlock Holmes is capable of having." Mycroft says.