The Detective and the Blogger (Private!)

"Um, yeah." Sherise said casually, putting her coat on a hook on the wall by the door. "So, look around, see if it suits your fancy." She said, walking around the livingroom space.

Sherise raised her eyebrows and looked at Joella. "Oh, yes, yes that's fine." She said. That was easier than I thought it would be, considering that I'm me. Sherise thought. "Right then, the key." She said, taking it out of her pocket and giving it to Joella.

"I guess I'll see you later, I'm off to St. Bart's hospital, it's down the road." Sherise told her. "I'll see you tommorow morning, then?" She asked as she put on her coat.
(I'm about to introduce mycroft)

The woman had a warm personality about her, something Sherise felt she needed. "Bye then." She said with a small smile, walking out the door and hailing a cab. About a mile away a black, official looking car was driving to 221 Baker Street.

Sherise hailed a cab and eventually she arrived at Saint Bartholomeu's hospital.she walked inside, near the morgue wing. She saw Matthew Hooper in the hallway, he waved at her nervously. "Hello Matthew." She said nonchalantly.

After Joella arrived at her apartment, the mysterious black car drove up to her apartment. A brunette woman in a black dress walked up to the door, staring down at the phone in her hand. She knocked on the door.
(I don't think we should switch Mycroft's gender, you can rp him a little in this scene if you want)

The brunette woman knocked on Joella's door again. "Miss Watson?" She said in a proper and authoritative voice.

Sherise went in to her lab, experimenting with chemical compounds and human blood.

"You don't need to know, for now." She said, looking up from her phone. "Come with me." She said, opening the black car door. "You will get an explanation, if you're wondering." The woman said to Joella. She walked around to the other side of the car and got in, the car still waiting for Joella.

"Sorry, I'm not allowed to divulge any information." She said, looking down at her phone. After a few minutes of driving, they arrived at a string of abandoned warehouses, the car drove into one, revealing a man, sitting alone in the center, a tall man, holding an umbrella.

After a couple hours of researching, Sherise took her notes and reports and folded them, putting them in her coat pocket. She then talked to Matthew for a few moments, reading him like a book. She managed to slip out of the conversation and leave St. Bart's.

"Hm, Afghanistan." Mycroft muttered. "Ms. Watson, hello." He greeted very formally. "I'm... oh never mind who I am, I've brought you here to talk about a very important woman." He said, looking down at Joella with a borderline cold stare. "Sherise Holmes."

"I am a friend of Sherise." He said. "But she would call me, her enemy." Mycroft said, looking her over and deducing what he could. "Joella, I am requesting that for your own good, you do not stay with Miss Holmes." The man told Joella.