Hello Detective

Gregson Part 4

"He's been selling CIA, MI6, and FSB secrets, so naturally he needs to be taken care of. We have the name of his contact, so he will have to be taken care of aswell." M said.

"And you want me to kill them?" I asked.

"That won't be a problem will it?" M asked.

"No sir, not at all." I said, and it wasn't a problem. Ever since Sherlock died, I had been different. Cold, calculating, and ready to kill. Conscience? Gone. Sentiment? Gone.

"Good. Mycroft Holmes seems to think you're ready, but I'm not convinced. You understand if this mission goes well you will have the two kills necessary to obtain double-0 status." M said.

"Yes, sir. I'm ready." I nodded.

"Good." He handed me the file and I left his office.

I read through the file, last spotted in Prague. Seem's like a good enough place to start. That had to be lowered down, let's start with the contact.

Took me less than two days to find him. Conveniently he was in Prague too, lucky me. Guess who also spoke Czech, this mission was just being handed to me on a silver platter.

I had followed him into a hotel, I sat in the lobby, a newspaper opened in front of me. I waited for him to come down the stairs, and as he did he turned left into the water closet. I stood slowly and slipped into the room unnoticed, and locked the door behind me.

"Wrong toilet." He said, when he noticed me.

"No, I don't think so." I said, pulling out my gun, and he pulled his own. I kicked it out of his hand, and my fist collided with his face.

"Where is Spencer?" I asked, as he bled.

"I'll die before I tell you." He said.

"That can be arranged." I smiled, and he lunged at me, slamming me against the wall, my gun falling to the floor. I kneed him in the groin, and threw him into the porcelain sink. It shattered, and I turned the water on of the sink next to it.

His elbow rammed into my stomach, I groaned in pain. I slammed his face into the mirror, shattering it, before holding it into the now flooding sink. He struggled for a moment while I held his head down, before falling limp.

I walked across the now destroyed room to grab my gun, and as I turned around the contact suddenly reached for his gun on the floor, clearly not dead yet. But I was quicker, I fired into his head before he had a chance.

Based on Ryan's file he had an office here in Prague, that seemed the next reasonable place to check. I broke in there effortlessly, once inside his office I found a safe hidden in the wall with more money than a man like Ryan should have, M was telling the truth. I heard the door unlock and I sat casually in a chair in the dark corner of the room.

He walked over to his desk and looked to the open safe.

"M really doesn't mind you earning a little money on the side, Ryan." My voice filled the darkness and he turned around surprised, knowing exactly who the voice belonged to. "He'd just prefer it if it wasn't selling secrets."

He sat down at his desk, his eyes not leaving mine, and I noticed him pull open a drawer, though I'd already taken care of that.

"If the theatrics are supposed to scare me, you have the wrong man, Addie." My eyes narrowed at the sound of that nickname. "If M was so sure that I was bent, he'd have sent a double-0. Benefits of knowing all the secrets, I'd know if anyone had been promoted to double-0 status, wouldn't I. Your file shows no kills, I've told you before you don't have it in you, it takes–"

"Two." I cut him off. Jesus, who wasn't this man working for. He suddenly pulled his gun on me and I remained unphased, a dead smile still present on my lips.

"Shame. After your little boyfriend died I thought I would finally have you to myself." He said, before pulling the trigger. He looked surprised when nothing came out of the barrel.

"I know where you keep your gun, uncle dear. I'm not the scared little girl you used to take exception to." I said, holding up the magazine I had extracted from the gun in his desk before he entered the room.

"How did he die?" He asked, and I thought back to the man I had just killed.

"Your contact?" He nodded, I smirked. "Not well."

"Made you feel it did he? I'm surprised you had it in you. Well, you shouldn't worry the second is–" I cut him off by raising my gun and firing, the force of the bullet sending him backwards.

"Yes. Considerably." I said, placing the gun back in my coat.

The next day, I returned to London, a double-0 with two kills under my belt. I stood in M's office, needless to say he was extremely proud and pleasantly surprised by my abilities.

"Congratulations Gregson, or should I say 009. For your first assignment you will be teaming with 007, Charles Bass." M spoke, and I turned to see a man leaning against the doorframe. "Q will brief you, he's waiting in the lab."

I walked towards the door, and Bass followed me once I had brushed passed him.

"So, how does Sherlock Holmes' girlfriend end up in MI6?" He asked as he caught up to me. I took one glance at him before speaking.

"How does an orphan get put through Oxford and end up in MI6?" I returned, and he looked at me in shock.

"How did you know that?" He asked.

"Simple deduction." I continued walking.

"Okay so you're smart, but are you physically capable to do this?" He asked and I rolled my eyes, and held up his watch that I had snagged when I brushed past him in the doorway.

"Jesus, you're good." He grabbed it back. "What about weapons?"

"Would I be here if I wasn't fully capable? I'm more worried that you didn't notice your watch was gone." I smirked to him. He laughed.

"I think we'll get along splendidly."