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A Study in Pink: Chapter 2

"You know who I am right?" You said this monotone, searching Mycroft's eyes.

"Of course, but I think I know more about you than you'll accept about yourself."

You narrowed your eyes at him. What was he getting at with all this weird deduction stuff? Was he trying to throw you off?

"I'm unaware of what you mean." He had you hooked now, you needed to know more.

"You'll understand in time. Now, as you said, you're timetable is quite full, you best be going." Mycroft waved you away, but your feet stayed planted. Once you made no indication of leaving, Mycroft spoke once more. "I have nothing else to say to you."

You hesitated, before you finally turned the other way, thoughts jumbling around your head. You were completely unsure of what Mycroft had meant. You knew his words had only made you additionally intrigued to learn more about Sherlock. Somehow you needed to figure out this thing Mycroft claimed you couldn't accept about yourself.

Without another word, you opened the car door and climbed in absentmindedly. You leaned forward to tell the driver your desired location. "Lauriston Gardens."

You leaned back into the seat, not even taking notice of the phone woman next to you as your brain was on full drive. There was more to solve than just this case.

Soon, you were dropped off right outside Lauriston Gardens as requested. The streets were dark and nearly empty, which made what you were about to do a lot easier.

You bustled to the closest alleway that held a skip and jumped up, pushing the lid open. You peaked in, sighing as there was nothing to be found. You continued on to the next alleyway.

After about a half hour of this, you finally found it. Lo and behold, a bright pink suitcase sat abandoned under a dark blue tarp, along with some other rubbish and things. You fished it out, hurrying to find a taxi to head back to the lab where you could examine it before you handed it over to Lestrade. You commonly did this, you wanted evidence to yourself before the little forensic minions tore into it. Specifically this case, if they had it first, they would ruin any potential things that needed deducing about the woman.

You couldn't help but think about how bothered Sherlock would be when he found out you found this case before him! Sometimes it entertained you to get under people's skin, just to observe how their emotions worked. You were eager to see if Sherlock would react the way you believed he would; you found yourself thinking as you hailed a taxi.

It pulled to the side of the road and you hopped in, telling the cabbie your desired location. As the car pulled away, you watched out the windows looking over the same old, city scenery. You weren't paying attention to the buildings passing by, but were continuing your thoughts on what Mycroft had said. Your thoughts were interrupted when your eyes caught Sherlock bending over a skip in an alleyway only minutes from where you had just been.

"Stop!" You shouted at the cabbie, an idea suddenly hitting you. The driver slammed on the breaks, cursing. You paid no attention to his foul words as you opened your door. "Stay here, I'll be back in a moment with someone else." You hurried over to Sherlock with the case in hand. This was going to be a fun experiment.

"Looking for something?" You called out to him. He jumped down from the skip to look at you. You held up the bright pink case in front of you and he looked at you, shocked. Just as you had suspected.

"How did you..." You noted his brief facial expression and identified it as confusion. Something told you this didn't happen to him that often. It disappeared as quickly as it appeared.

"Same way you did, I just beat you to it. Getting slow, I presume?" You observed. Sherlock's eyes opened a bit wider, you knew he didn't hear that often. Another idea occurred to you and you raised an eyebrow. "Now, if you want to take a look at the case then I suggest we go back to your flat. Unless you want me to hand it over to Lestrade?" You knew this would force him to agree with you. He needed to see what was inside the case. You could tell he was the kind of person who desperately needed the answer to everything. He was a man of science. Just like you were a woman of science. Rationality was key.