I stare at the paper, my gaze fixated on the man on the cover, the words swirling in my head as if the ink had floated off the paper. Sherlock.

I feel my phone vibrate in my lap pulling me from my shock. I'm on a plane...I can't receive messages.

I flip my phone over and let the soft glare of light reflect in my eyes. An unknown number.

"Welcome back. -MH"

Oh, bloody hell. I roll my eyes before sending my quick response.

"I told you. I don't. Babysit."

"this time it's different. -MH"

I shake my head.

"let me do my job and leave."

"We need your help. -MH"

"I've moved on, Mycroft."

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"Have a great trip!"

"thanks" I grumble as I heave my bag out of the taxi.

I look up at the hotel, it was 5 stories built in marble with a well-groomed garden. I let out a long sigh before trudging down the path.

"you're room 505, have a great stay!"

I don't even reply I just send her a fake smile and make my way to the elevator.

when I reach my room I let out a curse before flopping down on the king-size bed. I let my eyes close for a moment before letting them scan the room. You've got to be kidding me...

I grumble and search through my bag before wrapping my hands around the base of my gun, whipping it at the top corner of the wall.

"BAM!"

I watched the camera hit the floor, a damaged pile of wire lay uselessly on the carpeted floor. I stare at it for a few minutes before unpacking my short black dress and its matching heels. the dress had long tight sleeves that ended just over my palm. It hugged my waist and had a small flare just below my hips. Its built-in shorts are barely visible and the gap in the fabric on the back exposes my shoulder blades. I step into my tall black heels and grab my two small blades, slipping them into each sleeve of my dress. I slide my gun into the pocket of my shorts under my dress. quickly brushing my long straight hair I tie it in a low ponytail, wrapping one strand around the elastic to make it look "professional". I quickly grab a pair of gloves and head out the door into the London fog.

Throughout the day I follow my target, his breakfast place, his drug pick up, his mistresses, and finally his run-down apartment. I stay hidden behind the kitchen door while he sits down, his head in his hands. He was a large man but no doubt a dumb one. I swiftly move from my spot, grabbing my gun from my pocket. I stand above him and swiftly bash him in the side of the head with the end of my gun. He yelps and cries out in pain, but it didn't last long before he had a knife to my throat and my hands pinned to the wall.

"well missy, what brings you to my flat? And why such a harsh greeting?" he smirks. Blood sticking in his messed hair.

I stay silent.

"you clearly miss read my strength over yours" he cackles, pressing the knife harder against my skin.

"well... I guess that's where you're wrong..." I grin before turning my wrist to grab one of his fingers, twisting it aggressively before shoving it towards the back of his hand.

He howls in pain, giving me an opening. I lift my leg and kick him straight in the gut with my heel. The extra sharp edge to my heel easily breaks through his skin, stabbing him straight in the stomach. Blood began to pour out of the wound as I shoved my foot deeper, making sure to twist my heel extra hard. Blood trickled out of his mouth as he let out one last grunt. I yank my foot out of his gut and stabilize myself on the hardwood floor as he lays limp. Dead.

I let out a sigh, pulling out my red lipstick. I examine the wall in front of me, a painting hung in the middle of my canvas. Throwing the painting to the floor I flip the cap off the lipstick and began my masterpiece. I take a key from the dead man's pocket and take my leave. Don't worry...he's a bad guy.

I whistle a sweet tune as I exit the apartment complex, swinging the key around my finger. I feel the presence of two large men behind me and let out a sigh.

"what do you want boys?" I drawl turning around on my bloodied heels.

"Miss Gray I need you to come with us." one of the men says.

"Im sorry...why should I follow two strange men?" i scoff.

"Mycroft Holmes requests your presence," he speaks.

"Alright you goons." i roll my eyes.

i take a step towards the two men in suits. i give a sweet smile before i shove two fingers up each mans nose. Digging my acrylics deeper, they yell out in pain as i yank them down by their noses and kick them both straight in the nuts.

"Tell that Fat man to LEAVE ME ALONE" I hiss, stepping over their backs.

"Ah. Don't be rude...I just want to chat" I hear his familiar voice sneer.

I set a fake smile on my face and turn to face my "old friend".

"Myke, how have you been?" I ask, a fake smile still pasted on my face.

"Cut the crap would you? We both know by the looks of my men that you dread to see me." He laughs.

"you've lost weight." I point out.

"so it would seem." He blandly responds, as he opens the door to a shiny black car.

"Get in," he states.

I follow his lead and get in the car. The ride to his office was silent, not a word was spoken. I fidget with my gloves as i look at the streets of London whizzing by the window. why does he suddenly need my help? i thought i was done with this family and their curses. But what of sherlock...

"we're here, get out," he states, slamming the door on his way out.

once seated in his office i take off my shoe and examine the blood stains as he speaks.

"Alright Miss Gray, I've brought you here for a serious reason. its about Sherlock." he begins.

"Like i said, I'm not babysitting a grown man just because you are to posh and rich to do it yourself," I growl.

He just chuckled and handed me a glass of whisky. I sniffed it before taking a large sip.

"This Isn't a babysitting job...this is a make-sure-he-doesn't-get-killed job" he glares.

I let out a long sigh, placing my glass down on his desk, a loud thud echoing around the room.

"Same thing, now if you're gonna keep asking me the same question every year then Im just going to take my leave." i sigh.

i go to grab the door handle but his next words stop me in my tracks.

"Sherlock is in Danger. Reine," he says, his voice almost reaching a whisper.

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"Reine! be safe ok?"

"Of course, take care of yourself Sherlock" i whisper, sending him a genuine loving smile.

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"i know you care for him, no matter how much you deny it," he states.

"how much?" i ask softly.

"ah i think half a mil will do?" he reply's.

"deal." And with that i leave the eldest Holmes to his own thoughts.

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Oh sherlock...what have you done.