Finding Me Out *Sherlock*

[Seraphina 'Sara' Blake]

Sara was walking down the street, perfectly normal. Of course people knew her from that massive bank rob she did, but it was more likely the gun showing out of her pocket that put them off. Smirking, she got out a box of chewing gums, and popped one in her mouth, before pocketing the box. She felt kind of relaxed, just walking. Breathing in fresh air. She supposed it was good for her.

Sara looked around her, trying not to laugh at people's faces when they saw her gun. She couldn't stop herself smirking, whatever the case may be. She glanced at a newspaper. Oh, that detective, Sherlock Holmes, was on the front again. Yipee, not. Sara hoped she didn't meet him for his sake, but hey, she was always ready for a challenge.

Sara pushed her gun further into her pocket, so only the handle was visible, and it was barely noticeable anyway. She kept chewing her gum, more relaxed than ever, but still alert, her eyes and ears open, ready for any trouble that could possibly come her way. She kicked a can into the gutter, rolling her eyes. She didn't much care about the environment, but hey, she only knew some who did. She wasn't one to judge though.

Sara stopped where her car was supposed to be picking her up, and leaned against a wall, casual as ever, chewing her gum and taking in her surroundings as before. The people couldn't see her gun now, so some nodded to her or waved. She was in an okay mood at the moment, so she greeted them the same way. She glanced at her watch. 1:40 PM. She wasn't hungry as such but she would be by the time she and her driver got back to her house, so she kept waiting. Suddenly, she was aware of someone approaching. She didn't turn to look, but remained alert. You never knew what people were like around here. So don't draw attention to yourself, unless you are directly spoken to, and then she wouldn't have to hurt or shoot someone.

[Sherlock Holmes]

The Homeless network were incredibly useful, a lot faster than the police. It wasn't long before a bored Sherlock, sitting in his room heard word of an armed woman of about 40 walking through London. Then, it had been no problem for him to gather enough data to conclide where this woman would be and were he could intercept her. Not bothering to leave a note for John, Sherlock hoped his flat mate had gone to get some milk, the Consulting detective slipped out onto the streets, not bothering to catch a taxi. Too much variability. Instead, he took the quick cuts that he had imbedded in his mind.

It wasn't long before he found his target of investigation. She was chewing gum, casual. Hadn't been in prison before, but evidentaly used to crime. She appeared to be relaxed, but Sherlock decided that it was a front. He'd seen enough and acted enough to be able to tell the difference. Briefly, Sherlock wondered what the record of this person said on Mycroft's database. He doubted that his brother did not know of this person. After all, he had everything under suvalience, and it appeared to be just for his own entertainment as he didn't point out all the criminals.

Moving back a few streets, remaining out of sight and in the dark, Sherlock considered how to approach this. He could pretend to be a poor man, he'd done that before. Or just a passer by. he could releave her of the weapon, which was something the police would probably approve of. They hated people walking about with guns. However, he was sure that already, the police would be moving to get the person walking about with a gun. Calls would have been put in. If he was found holding a gun or with the gun, it would not be useful.

So he would have to detain her, or simply observe. Observation sounded better, and Sherlock decided to go for the poor, starving man. He had done that before. Unforunately, that did mean getting slightly dirty, which just meant a quick roll in a side alley, where no one could see him. He'd have to get his clothes washed as soon as this was finished. Sherlock liked things being clean. Hunching over, his whole ody changed shape, as well as his expression, although it could not be seen.

Hugging the coat around him, as if it was the only source of warmth in his life, Sherlock walked out, people ignored him and the detective settled against a wall, close to where the target had stopped. It appeared that he was too tired to go any further and that he had simply just stopped to rest and catch up on some sleep, although he was watching the target, making sure that it was not obvious. Somone through a coin at him, and Sherlock pretended to wake up, sleepily, and then he took the coin and put it in his pocket, examing it before hidding it, as if thinking what it would be for his next meal. To be honest, it was annoying when people through money at him, thinking he was poor.

[Seraphina 'Sara' Blake]

Sara glanced over at the man. He seemed kind of familiar. She racked her brains. And then of course her eyes fell on a newspaper headline. Oh. It was Sherlock Holmes, pretending to be a tramp. How low do you get? Sara smirked.

She wondered if she should just outright announce that she knew he was faking. Then she paused, pushing her gun so far into her pocket that none of it could be seen. Then, she turned to Sherlock.

"I know who you are, you know, you don't have to fake. You're Sherlock Holmes, the detective always on the front of the paper." Sara gestured to the newspaper where Sherlock's face was blaring off of.

She wondered what he was doing. Was he after her? Probably. If she got handed to the police though, she was certain she'd find a way out of it. After all, she had done so before, as he would probably know. If he'd ever seen her on papers or online or whatever. So, she awaited his reply. Her eyes moved to her watch. 1:50. Her driver was late. He seriously needed to start setting an alarm.

Sara heard a few police sirens, but they went right past. Typical. They didn't even recognize her. Yet. Sara knew full well that at some point unless she made a quick getaway they would recognize her and take her in for questioning. And then prison, if she didn't manage to escape again, or make up a clever idea. She wasn't in such an imaginative mood today, but she was positive that she could get away. If her driver got here on time.

Which, she hoped, he did, because he'd be in serious trouble, as this was the 6th time he had been late for getting her this week. He was nearly hopeless. She figured she should hire someone new. She made a note to look into that. She focused on Sherlock again, as she figured it was rude to not look at someone after speaking. Though usually she couldn't be bothered with things like that.

[Sherlock Holmes]

As the detective pretended to sleep, his eyes spotted her pushing the gun further into her pocket. No sign of the police. Only thing that had changed was his presence. She must have deduced the truth. Which annoyingly was not too hard, considering all the press he had recieved. Would he have to end up using theatrical putty, make-up and wigs to avoid detection and change his clothing? That sounded like less fu, the detective remembered a time when just acting used to work. This was the fault of the press getting his picture. Even the stupid ear-hat had not helped.

"I know who you are, you know, you don't have to fake. You're Sherlock Holmes, the detective always on the front of the paper." Yes, she had recognised him, and it didn't help that his face was on the front of a news paper. He would really have to have a word with Mycroft about that. Didn't his brother want to protect him or something like that. And being the British Government it couldn't be too hard for his brother to manage that. Looking up at his words, Sherlock got his first clear view of her.

Seraphina Blake, also known as Sara. Had escaped from prison before. Should be no problem. His eyes still regarded her under the disguise, before it completely dropped, facial features and body language instantly falling back into its normal way. "And you are Seraphina Blake." Sherlock commented, standing him, abd brushing off his coat, his icy gaze never leaving the woman. She was waiting for someone. That much was obvious. Person? Too obvious. So probably transport. It was late, she had checked her watch and seemed annoyed. The police seriens came and went. Typical Lestrade. Sherlock thought.

Waiting for transport?" Sherlock asked lightly, aware that she did have a gun on her, and she could shoot him. But that would be bound to bring the police. Then again, it would not be hard for Sherlock to text Lestrade the location of Seraphina. "You should really consider getting a new driver." Sherlock added, seeing that she appeared really frustrated, but also if this was not a new occurance. "Although I recomend not resorting to violence. That will not help your case when you next have a run in with the courts." He added.

[Seraphina 'Sara' Blake]

When he straightened up, letting his disguise fall off, Sara smiled a bit. "Much better. You shouldn't spy, you know, you could just go and speak with the person. Makes it a whole lot easier." she pointed out.

"And you are Seraphina Blake." She didn't care in the slightest about him using her full name. In fact, she liked it. She nodded to confirm this. "I am." she said. "Pleasure to meet you at last." That wasn't exactly a lie; she had been looking forward to the day that she met the detective. Sara had known the day would come, ever since she found out about him and his doctor friend.

"Waiting for transport?" "Yes." Sara replied. "He's always late."

"You should really consider getting a new driver." "I was considering it, in fact, just now." Sara confirmed. "It is the best idea, after all."

"Although I recommend not resorting to violence. That will not help your case when you next have a run in with the courts."

Sara shrugged. "I've got out of one before, and I can again. Besides, you can never be too careful. Still, I'm not all about violence. Whoever thinks so underestimates me greatly."

[Sherlock Holmes]

Still regarding Seraphina with his cold eyes, Sherlock listened as she spoke. "Much better. You shouldn't spy, you know, you could just go and speak with the person. Makes it a whole lot easier." Of course she was wrong. People were always wrong. "Actually, people are far less likely to reveal something about themselves to someone they find unrelatable, or someone working in the opposite form of job. You are a lot more likely to find information out by watching them in their natural enviroment." Sherlock commented, as if that were common knowledge and something that she should have known.

Her short reply to his statement of her name was nothing new. Most criminals prefered to keep that subject short. "I am." "Pleasure to meet you at last." Watching her as she said this, Sherlock knew that she was not lying, she had been interested in meeting him. While Sherlock showed no such interest. Of course, Sherlock never hoped to meet someone in a certain amount of time, and he was fine with dealing what ever crossed his path. Sure that did lead to certain amounts of boredom and abusing the wall, but it was a habit.

"He's always late." As Sherlock had suspected. Well, this would leave plenty of time for the blundering the police to finally reach here. He'd have to have a word with lestrade and ask him to update the police force. They never seemed to improve. probably because Anderson was there, slowly draining the IQ. "I was considering it, in fact, just now. It is the best idea, after all." Sherlock doubted that it would be too good for the driver if Seraphina proved to be in a bad mood, so handing her into the police before hand did seem like the better option. A small voice in Sherlock's mind popped up, telling him that it was boring. But he supressed it.

"I've got out of one before, and I can again. Besides, you can never be too careful. Still, I'm not all about violence. Whoever thinks so underestimates me greatly." The latter sentence was a threat, but Sherlock ignored it, putting the information away in his head. I doubt that you will always find getting out of courtcases so easy." Sherlock said, watching her with emotionless eyes, judging her character.

[Seraphina 'Sara' Blake]

"Actually, people are far less likely to reveal something about themselves to someone they find unrelatable, or someone working in the opposite form of job. You are a lot more likely to find information out by watching them in their natural environment."

"But of course, but spying is just making you seem like someone people distrust." Sara pointed out smoothly. She didn't care how much of an argument this turned out to be. That was not what she was aiming for. What was she aiming for? She wasn't entirely sure yet.

"I doubt that you will always find getting out of courtcases so easy."

Sara laughed. "Oh, you'd be surprised. You have absolutely no idea what I have managed to get out of before this. Unless you've been looking me up, which I honestly doubt."

Sara wondered where this conversation would lead. Not that it mattered of course. If she was arrested she was sure, as she had been before, that she'd get out of it. After all, she was rather sly with things like that. And now, though she kept her face emotionless, she was angry at Jeffrey, her driver, for being so late. Still, this conversation amused her; the detective was quite the talker. Those cold eyes he kept regarding her with made her want to laugh. But she stayed expressionless.

[Sherlock Holmes]

"But of course, but spying is just making you seem like someone people distrust." Sherlock looked at Seraphina with his cold eyes and shrugged. "Not if they don't notice." Sherlock said with a small smile. It still was annoying that he would have to resort to stronger disguises to remain unrecognised by the criminal classes. "Oh, you'd be surprised. You have absolutely no idea what I have managed to get out of before this. Unless you've been looking me up, which I honestly doubt." That wasn't quite true. Sherlock kept a basic update of all the criminals in London, and any serious ones in England and the rest of the World.

Still, Seraphina had not yet faced the consulting detective and he would generally make sure that she did not escape this time. Yes, Moriarty had managed to escape last time, but Sherlock would not allow the same thing to happen again. "It will not be as easy as he previously found it." Sherlock commented, his tone emotionless. There was still no sign of her driver, or the police. Which was probably considered a good thing.

"So are you going to hand yourself in without process?" Sherlock asked as he watched her. Some criminals easily gave in, but Sherlock doubted that this woman would be one of them. But it was a threat, and Sherlock could text the scene to the police at any time and then it would be only minutes before they appeared.

[Seraphina 'Sara' Blake]

"So are you going to hand yourself in without process?"

"Did you honestly expect me to?" Sara pointed out. "Of course not!" she continued. "And technically speaking I could still get away."

She folded her arms and waited for his reaction. And the actions that he would take. All it took was one swift move. That was all.

Just one move. Suddenly, her ride arrived.

"Well, don't want to end the party, but ta-ta!" smirked Sara, and she began to turn away.

[Sherlock Holmes]

"Did you honestly expect me to?" "Not." Sherlock replied. "Of course not! And technically speaking I could still get away." Sherlock watched her, she seemed to be very relaxed. Certainly not worried about anything. Sherlock got the opinion that she would either work incredibly well as one Moriarty's henchmen, or they would have a clash. But he doubted that there was anyway that Moriarty would view anyone in his league. This was just another one of those common criminals. Just then, a car pulled up and his eyes flickered to it. It was her ride.

As she turned around, Sherlock knew that Mycroft and the police would be annoyed if he did not attempt to stop her. His hands flickered to his pockets and withdrew his phone, and he uickly began to text the police, his fingers flickering across the pad before sending. "Have a good day." He said, after returning the phone to his pocket, ready for a violent reaction. He doubted that she would have missed his quick text.

[Seraphina 'Sara' Blake]

Oh, she saw all right. And in the same moment, she had the gun withdrawn from her pocket and it was pointing at Sherlock.

Bang. She'd shot instantly, and she heard police sirens, so she started walking towards the car. They'd get her though, she knew.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Sherlock watched as the she drew the gun and aimed it at him. Yes, violence became the answer. And it was also probably best to avoid getting shot, as tht would annoy Mycroft and Sherlock did not want to end up in hospital. Besides, it would annoying if the police had to help him. Sherlock moved to the side, just as the shot sounded and he felt pain lance down his arm. Not quick enough. But he was sure that he could just attempt to get back to 221B Baker Street and then John could do something about it.

Still, he needed to make sure that she didn't escape, even though the police sirens were honning in on their position. Sherlock made a quick move forwards, and attempted to trip her, using some techniquies he had leant from one of the many martial arts classes that he had taken when he was younger. Unfortunately there hadn't been any classes on how to avoid bullets.

[Seraphina 'Sara' Blake]

Sara shrieked and tripped. She vaguely felt someone grab her, put handcuffs on her and then she was shoved into a police car which she kinda worried about but she made no sound and just glared at Sherlock as the police spoke with him.

[Sherlock Holmes]

The trip worked and the fall gave the police time to catch up. Sherlock pulled back as the police came in, moving so that they would not be able to see the blood in his arm. He doubted that there would be too much attention to that. They didn't think that it was something that could happen to Sherlock, but it paid to be cautious. There was some talking, as Sherlock briefly updated the police on Seraphina and to be very careful and cautious with her, about her previous escapes that he knew of. As Seraphina glared at him, Sherlock gave a small smile and nodded, before heading off to get back to 221B Baker Street.