The Iceman and the Model *Mycroft, Karen 'Kaz'*

[Mycroft]

Mycroft rolled his eyes as he clicked on the CCTV file that had been sent to him. People could be so dumb sometimes. A woman moving boxes into 221a Baker Street for unknown reasons, he had been told by his hired men. "Really?" Mycroft had thought. It didn't take someone of his intellect to know that she was obviously moving in to the, previously, empty flat at 221 Baker Street.
"So let's take a look at this new neighbor" Mycroft mumbled as he watched the video. Ziiiiip He sped through the early morning hours where no one but taxi cabs passed through the streets Ziiiiiiip Past Sherlock leaping out of the house, a very tired looking John tailing him Ziiiiiiiiiip Past Mrs. Hudson going into Speedy's and emerging not long later with tear filled eyes "Hmm. She's still trying to get with him even though he's a lost cause. Dull" Mycroft thought. Ziiiiiiip Dull. Ziiiip "Ahh. Here we are." Mycroft mumbled. He watched as a taxi and medium sized moving van pulled onto Baker Street and up to 221. The woman, with fierce ginger hair, knocked on the door and was greeted by a cheery Mrs. Hudson who tron her inside for a moment. Ginger reemerged alone and directed the men with the moving van to start unpacking. Mycroft was genuinely surprised when Ginger climbed into the van as well and began to unload boxes. "So no wilting pansy, to use a cliché" he thought. And the Ginger, as he had begun to think of her, went inside the house and didn't come back out.
"Okay," Mycroft murmured, "Lets see who you really are, Ginger." Screen shot, zoom, enhance, cut, save as jpg. And there it was, a picture of Ginger to be put into "The Database" as those high enough up to be able to acsess it called it. Fortunately, Ginger was unique looking enough that it was easy to pinpoint her.
"Karen "Kaz" McKay. 25. Female. Scottish, model, 5 foot 11, 140 pounds, heterosexual. Father died when she was a child, mother worked a lot." Mycroft smiled to himself. He could know everything about her from this page, the three cavities she had at the dentist at age 12, the time she sprained her wrist playing football at 14, what she wore on her first modeling job, if he really wanted to know. Perfect. Time to meet this "Kaz".
"Anthea!" Mycroft called. "Arrange for a car to pick up a Ms. Karen McKay at 221a Baker Street and take her to the usual place. And get my car ready to take me there too." Mycroft rose and switched into his nicest suit before driving off to his "abandoned" warehouse. It's not everyday you get to kidnap your brother's new neighbor.

[Karen 'Kaz' McKay]

Karen was ready to head out for a bit of shopping when she heard a knock on her front door. She opened it and smiled politely at the two men.

"Miss Karen McKay?" the big one asked.

"Uh, yeah?"[/b]

"Come with us," the other one said. He was just as big. Karen swallowed.

"W-What's this about?"[/b]

"Just come with us."

"No!"[/b] Slightly frightened, Karen tried to close they were considerably stronger than she was.

"It wasn't a request, miss."

"I don't give a dahm, let me go! Or I will - I will yell. Loudly."[/b]

One of the men clasped his hand over her mouth and sorted out her little threat. She yelled but it was muffled against his hand and struggled as they dragged her out of her flat all the way into a car on the street. They locked the doors and she tried her best to get out but it was pointless. She turned to the person next to her in the car.

"What the hell is this about?! Tell me!"[/b] Karen didn't want to get murdered so she was a little bit edgy, to be honest.

[Mycroft]

Mycroft waited in the usual warehouse, umbrella spinning in his hand. A satisfied smile crept across his face as the black care containing Ginger pulled up about ten feet away from him.
"Well hello, Karen McKay, better known as Kaz." He watched as Ginger climbed out of the car. "How are you enjoyimg your life at 221a Baker Street?"

[Karen 'Kaz' McKay]

"Quite a lot until I got kidnapped,"[/color] Karen said, looking around the warehouse. She could run but she know it would be pointless. She narrowed her eyes at the man. "Who are you? What do you want?"[/color] she asked, getting right to the point.

[Mycroft]

Mycroft smiled fakely at her.
"Confident. They all are at first," He practically laughed.
"Who are you? What do you want?"
"Me?" Mycroft asked sauvely, gesturing to himself. He pretended to ponder. "For know it should suffice for you to know that I am the British Government." He looked down at his suit, picking a piece of lint of his immaculate suit. "As to what I want... Well, all in good time," he smild again. "I take it that you have met the other inhabitants of 221 Baker Street? Mrs. Hudson I know for sure, probably also John because he is just the house warming type. But What about a Mr. Sherlock Holmes?

[Karen 'Kaz' McKay]

"Yes, I've met him,"[/color] Karen said through gritted teeth, her Scottish accent coming through strong. "And he dislikes me for simply breathing." Which was completely true since he seemed to have wanted to poison her with sulpher. "What's it to ya?" she crossed her arms, cross with this whole situation.

[Mycroft]

"Yes, I've met him. And he dislikes me for simply breathing." Mycroft gave a small, almost genuine chuckle at that. Very Sherlock to hate someone like Ginger. "What's it to ya?"
"Well, that's just Sherlock for you," Mycroft smiled. "And let's just say... I'm an interested party."
"I have a proposition for you, Karen who prefers to go by Kaz. I need... Information on this Sherlock and I am willing to pay a hefty amount of money for it. Nothing you would... be uncomfortable sharing. Just comings and goings, purchases, people coming in and out of the flat, anything odd. I need not know anything personal. Give me that and you will be rich enough to open your own modeling agency and still be well off for the rest of your life. You could pay for your flat with ease and still have money to buy several pairs of those expensive high heels you've had your eye on at the designer shop down the street. That sounds nice, doesn't it?

[Karen 'Kaz' McKay]

Karen considered this for a minute but continued glaring at him. For all she knew, this man was intending to kill Sherlock and she'd be helping. She wasn't exactly fond of Sherlock but she'd definitely feel horrible if anything would happen to him. Especially if she was even slightly involved her conscience wouldn't be able to take it.

Money wasn't really a problem for her, but she really did like those shoes...

"Why do you care?"[/color] Karen asked, wanting to hear his intentions with the information she'd be giving him if she accepted the offer. "I can think of loads of things the British Government would be better off doing than spying on a grumpy Detective."[/color]

[Mycroft]

Mycroft could tell Ginger wasn't very forthcoming with the idea. It bothered him. Maybe it was something he did, a bit too brash, maybe the abandoned warehouse was intimidating. No. It must be the stupid people of the world.
"Why do you care? "I can think of loads of things the British Government would be better off doing than spying on a grumpy Detective."
"Trust me Ms. McKay, I have no intentions of hurting Mr. Sherlock Holmes whatsoever. We have a... connection and I simply wish to make sure that he is okay and doesn't harm himself or others accidentally. I worry about him. Constantly. And if you did this you would be doing a great service for your country." Mycroft took a step towards Ginger. "Come on, Karen. Do it for the shoes."

[Karen 'Kaz' McKay]

"Do it for the shoes."

She had to crack a smile at that. She thought about it for a second.

"Oh, fine," she said as if she was forcing the words out. "I'll do it. But only because of the shoes. I'm overlooking the kidnapping and general... creepiness. And, you know, unhealthy obsession with Sherlock Holmes."

[Mycroft]

Mycroft smiled as uncreepily as he could, which wasn't very uncreepily.
"And, you know, unhealthy obsession with Sherlock Holmes."
Mycroft smiled, already pulling a check book out of his pocket. "Trust me, Ginger. This obsession isnt unhealthy in the least. He drew his pen across the check a final time. Signed: The British Government. Pay to the order of Karen "Ginger" McKay. He offered the check to Karen.

[Karen 'Kaz' McKay]

Karen hesitantly took the check, almost forgetting how to breathe when she saw the amount. She composed herself and slipped the check into her pocket.

"Ginger? Good to know I've got a nickname, Mr British Government." She suppressed a smile. "So, how would I give you the information if you don't give me your phone number." Karen was still trying to figure out what this man's relation was to Sherlock Holmes and she couldn't help noticing the same hair colour and long face, among a few other features. Father would be impossible since they only look like they're a few years apart so; brother? Only family would be this 'concerned'.

[Mycroft]

"So, how would I give you the information if you don't give me your phone number."
Mycroft smiled, loving his little methods.
"Don't fret Ginger. I have my ways of getting in contact with you. Sherlock... disapproves of this treatment and we have to tip-toe a very fine line to keep him from noticing." He could practically read her thoughts on her face. Mycroft felt a genuine smile tug at the corners of his lips. Maybe he wasn't dealing with a ditsy ginger like he originally thought.
"You're much more clever than I originally thought, Ginger. Yes, I am Sherlock's brother. But let's keep that our little secret. There are many people who would love to be privy to that information, most of them rather bad. Since you have already figured it out though, you might as well know from me rather than go to Sherlock and spoil our lovely little agreement. Understood?"

[Karen 'Kaz' McKay]

"You're much clever than I originally thought, Ginger..."

Karen didn't know whether to take that as a compliment or an insult. Did she look stupid or was he just saying that she was exceptionally smart? She wondered if he knew about her photogenic memory.

"Understood?"

"Like I'd be stupid enough to do that. Like you said, I'm a smart little ginger," she winked.