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I analyse the room, seeing no immediate threats as I proceed to the person I'm meant to be meeting.
"Ahh, Mycroft Holmes, lovely to see you again," I say extending my hand for Mycroft to shake.
Mycroft takes my hand in his and shakes it, smiling softly as he nods.
"Lovely to see you again Samantha," Mycroft says.
"It's Anna, we've discussed this," I groan as I take a seat opposite the man.
"Whatever you say Samantha," Mycroft teases.
"You know how much control I have over you, so keep your mouth shut, why am I here anyway?" I ask.
"Oh there's a case you are getting assigned to, my younger brother, Sherlock and his partner John are in need of someone as smart as you are," Mycroft explains.
"Ok, care to elaborate or is that it?"
Mycroft just gives me a sly smile and I take it as a 'that's all now go' implication. I nod and stand up, walking towards the door.
"Oh and don't forget, my brother can be an asshole," Mycroft says.
"And so can I."
With that I leave the building and get a cab to Baker Street.
Normally I ride my motorbike but since I don't know much about that area of London I decided it would be best to leave it at my apartment.
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I look up at the building as the cab comes to a stop. Paying the cabby I get out and wander up to the door. My hands in my long trench coat, I opted for a warmer option, alongside my leather jacket underneath.
I take a slow knock on the door, waiting for the door to be opened which it does in a matter of seconds. An older lady answers the door and a shoot her a soft smile.
"I'm here to see Sherlock Holmes," I say as I pull out my ID, which shows my police and military rank.
"Yes of course, he's upstairs I believe," The old lady says quickly.
Giving her a quick look over I realise she's Mrs Hudson, the landlady of 221b Baker Street. Live in landladies, not something you get back home in Australia.
Mrs Hudson is a timid and sweet old lady who cares very much for everyone. I storm past her, my coat trailing behind me as I bound up the stairs.
I reach a door and knock, hearing a voice from inside that vaguely sounds like 'come in'.
Slowly I push the door open, revealing two men, one significantly older than the other. The younger one has curly black hair and a guarded demeanour, the other has grey hair and is shy, but opens up very quickly to others and is often put in place by the younger man.
From the description I was given and the scan I did over the two men, the younger one is Sherlock Holmes.
"Sherlock Holmes."
The younger man jumps at the sound of my booming voice, then again so do Mrs Hudson and who I assume is John Watson.
"Who the hell are you?" Sherlock asks me out of shock.
I give a small smirk as Sherlock glares at me.
"Figure it out," I say as I twirl in a circle, arms out to show everything I can before I stand in one position, legs in a power stance, hands in pockets.
"Samantha White, military and police commander, met my brother, saw him earlier in fact, ready to defend at any point, can easily disarm and disable a man with a single punch and seemingly not as easy to crack as she seems," Sherlock says as he circles me, analysing me.
"Just like the rumours say," I state, my head and body following Sherlock as he comes to stop.
Sherlock looks me in the eye, trying to figure me out further.
"Why are you here?"
"Wish I knew, your brother said there was a case for me to help with," I explain, contemplating letting my guard down.
"Ok, tell me what you know about us," Sherlock says.
"Well, I analysed the exits and entry points when I walked into the room before Sherlock realised I was here, I figured out both of your life stories, the fact that John over there fought in the military as well, was injured and sent back home, also John is currently in a sticky situation relationship wise, I know exactly who with as well. But I won't say for private reasons. Sherlock, I figured out you're a High functioning sociopath not a psychopath, you dislike human connection, you are itching for a case, you shoot the wall when you're bored, you're always doing experiments, there's a severed head in the fridge because once again, experiments, I also figured out that you are close to John mostly by the way you're sitting, you analysed my voice the second I spoke, you have a smoking issue, actually a nicotine patch issue but you occasionally smoke a ciggie (cigarette for non Aussies) you also have issues with people at Scotland Yard because of the things you say and the way you act, you are terrible at remembering names and...." I say in all one breath while I figured out the last little bit of information. "You have some personal stories of your own that are still resenting in you and hurt you occasionally from time to time."
Sherlock and John just stare at me, jaws dropped. Both boys realise what they are doing as soon as I look at them.
"Good job Mycroft," Sherlock mutters.
"Oh and don't think for a second I'm not in control here Mr Holmes, because I'm sure you've either figured out or Mycroft told you but I have a way with words and actions to make sure I am always on top, more ways than one," I say with a wink as I wander around the apartment, my fingers occasionally grazing over things I'm allowed to touch.
"I'll make note of that," Sherlock mutters.
"I'll make sure you do," I reply as I spin around to face the sociopath. I turn back around, my back facing Sherlock.
Sherlock stares at me in shock that I heard that.
"Don't stare, it's rude," I say, my back still facing Sherlock.
I know I have caused Sherlock issues already because of the way he is breathing and standing.
"Relax Sherlock, take a few deep breaths, your heart rate is up," I say as I turn to him. "Didn't realise I was that good."
Sherlock stutters a little bit before taking a breath and continuing to analyse me.
"You're Australian, well technically were born in New Zealand but moved to Australia for the first 22 years of your live, recently moved here, well recently - I mean more like 3 years recent, you're 25, you also have a past that you are either afraid of, don't like to talk about or are ashamed of," Sherlock says in a deep voice.
"Technically you're wrong on the last one, but continue," I say softly.
"Uh, you are single, you have a unique background, not sure what background though but you have your suspicions as well, um, you also prefer the name Anna rather than Samantha for reasons that we may not know, but you know that you will get a different nickname if you spend time with me."
I turn around to face Sherlock and nod, impressed with what he has uncovered about me and how quickly he did so.
"Impressive Mr Holmes, you missed a couple things but so did I, maybe you'll find out what those things are later, but for now I have been given orders and that's what I'm here to do," I say as I walk back into the lounge and sit in the seat Sherlock was previously sitting in.
I cross my legs and rest my elbows on the arms of the chair, intertwining my fingers while Sherlock stares at me, annoyance resonating in his eyes.
"What just happened," John asks me.
"Oh hello John, don't worry, Sherlock and I just had a trade off where we analysed each other as best that we can, I won't do it for you, you seem to have a lot of personal information about you which you would rather me not share," I explain with a slight smirk.
"Get out of my seat," Sherlock inputs firmly.
"Make me," I retaliate, my voice as deep as it can get, which is quite deep.
Sherlock looks a bit taken back at the fact that someone has challenged him, to which I raise an eyebrow and smirk.
"As I said earlier, I'm in control, I have a way with words, you were warned," I say as I look back to John and smile at him.