Psycho-schizophrenic

The Ice Woman

Linda looks up from her laptop. She has felt the unmistakable buzzing of her phone. She reaches into her pocket, careful not to be noticed by any of the old men surrounding her. Buzzing does not count as silence and the last thing she needs is to create a scene. Ahhhh, too late. The television in the room just has. She gasps as she sees it. What did he do this time?

All around her people are standing, their brows furrowed. All wondering the same thing. What will Mycroft do about this? For the first time in forever she feels a bubbly glee rise up into her throat. What will Mycroft do about this? she wonders.

In the midst of all the chaos that is beginning to take place, Linda still somehow finds time to check her phone.

It wasn't me. Contact Daniel?-JM

She smiles as she slides into the drivers seat of a sleek black car that undoubtably belongs to the government and quickly types back a reply.

I can't I'm driving w/out a license. Try to call Irene. Going to check on Holmes. The big one.-LA

And she is gone. With the unusual lack of traffic, probably caused by the sudden exposure, Linda is able to make it to Heathrow without any trouble. She smiles when she sees the older Holmes brother. She just loves to get it right.

She parks the car a fair distance away and watches as a jet slowly decelerates as it lands. She doesn't move until a man with short blonde hair notices the car and points it out to a very pregnant woman. Mrs. Watson?

She opens the car door swiftly and silently relishes in the blast of cold air that she feels as she steps out. She is not cold. Her scarf is wrapped tightly around her neck along with her leather jacket and her heels, however high, are silk lined. One plus of being a baddie. Money.

Mycroft has approached the jet and is waiting on a tall figure who is finding the cold air less refreshing than Linda has. She nearly giggles when she reaches the small group of people unnoticed by either Holmes brother. The woman, however, is taking a great interest in her. Even with her swollen stomach and bags under her eyes, Mary Watson actually looks frightfully interesting. Despite her marriage and obvious pregnancy, Linda can't tell anything about her.

Caught up in thought Linda doesn't notice the two men walking towards her and the Watsons until the older one clears his throat.

"May I ask what you are doing here of all places, Miss Adler?" He asks with a tired voice and expression. Linda looks up at him, a crazy sort of glimmer in her eye.

"I am here to deliver an invitation." She says, deciding to take control of some upcoming events.

"An invitation? For what purpose?"

"Do you remember Magneussen, Mycroft? Well. I'd like to discuss him. " says Linda, the smile gone, replaced with an empty expression.

"Ah. Yes. I guess he really is your domain. When shall I see you?" Asks Mycroft. His brother and Dr. Watson give him a look. Linda smirks.

"Tonight. I'll text the address. Feel free to bring your little virgin brother, his blogger, his blogger's wife, the army...?" She has replaced the smirk with another face of strictly business. Mycroft is opening his mouth to speak but she interrupts him. " I can't chat now; I've got government property to return." She says as she stalks off towards the black car.

Mycroft watches as she drives away until he notices his brother watching him, unsure of whether to smirk, smile, or glare. If the older Holmes knows one thing, it's that he'll most definitely bring an army. One cannot play chess without pieces.