Enigma (sherlockxreader)

Expected Encounter

(Firstname) Stanford

Rays of sun woke her. She uncomfortably shifted in her bed, trying to find a perfect position. But it was useless, she was already awake.

Might as well make the most of it. She groggily stood up and went to the bathroom. She closely examined her reflection in the mirror.

No bags, no pimples, no nothing. She smiled then groaned in frustration. "I look horrible in mornings."

She grumbled something about her morning look and strip off her clothes and took a shower.

Cold water splashed on her face, clearing her mind better than waking with coffee. She never took showers with warm water, it just felt weird.

(Firstname) had prepared a plan. She needed to see the genius detective again. Her tongue ran over her dry lips. She's going to Scotland Yard, to meet a certain Detective Inspector.

She opened her closet, her orbs scanning a huge variety of expensive clothing, until it landed on a cream turtleneck sweater. She paired it with a brown pencil skirt that were a few inches above her knees.

She quickly puts it on, finally pairing it with black stilettos. The satisfied look on her face told herself that she looked gorgeous.

Her makeup was simple. A quick pat of loose powder, a bit of mascara, and a red lipstick. It made her appear more sophisticated, and somewhat professional.

She glanced at the clock. 8:07 a.m. It said. "Perfect..." A sigh escaped her lips. Grabbing her purse, she exited her room. The lock was double-checked, making sure no one will ever get in again.

She took a cab outside her place. "Scotland Yard, please?" She gave the cabbie a flirty smile. It was her way of getting what she wanted.

A few moments later, the cab arrived at Scotland Yard. She stepped off the vehicle. When she was about to hand the payment, the cabbie chuckled.

"No need for you to pay miss. The ride's free..."

"Oh, uh... Thank you." Her answer was demure, fake but believable.

"Anything for a lovely lady like you." The cabbie winked then slightly bowed before leaving.

(Firstname) sighed. Another sucker at its finest. But, hey... At least I didn't have to pay. Her mouth curled into a smirk. She entered the headquarters effortlessly.

She had to find a person in the name of Greg Lestrade. Then she would get the chance to see the elusive detective.

Her heart hammered with excitement. A chance to see Sherlock, is something I shouldn't mess up.

Before she could take one step further to Greg Lestrade's office, a woman blocked her way.

Her hair was curly, her skin was a bit tan. She wore a white blazer over a black button up shirt, her pencil skirt was white as well.

"Who are you? I don't see that you have any business here." Oh boy, she was rude.

(Firstname) wanted to punch her face the first moment she spat her venomous words. But she remained calm, never letting the girl get to her nerves.