The Detective and the Blogger (Private!)

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    "Daniels, Daniels is my name." He said coolly. He walked around her, noting her stance and posture. "I see now that I can't stop you, your feet are in an assertive position." Mycroft remarked.


    Sherise picked up her phone and typed a message. "Up for an adventure? Scotland Yard at 8 AM." She hit the send button and tossed her phone to the side, lying on her couch and pressing her hands together, putting them to her lips.

    "My experience with her would say other wise." Mycroft said, walking around her in a circle. "And since you aren't backing down, I want to give you an offer." My croft said, stopping in front of her.

    Joella only stared at the man with curiosity and bitterness. "Well, what offer have you to ask me?" she asked impatiently.

    "I am prepared to give you a regular sum of money, in exchange for information." The man said to Joella. "Sherise's whereabouts are very important." Mycroft added. "What do you think?"

    "I refuse. First of all, I don't even know your name... And second of all, would you really expect me to give you information on Sherise, when you've obviously interrupted my packing time?" At this point, Joella just tried to get out of this with her British accent. "Now, I do suggest you take me back to my home."

    Mycroft rolled his eyes. "So be it. Just know Joella, I will be keeping a close eye on you." The tall ginger man said. He looked over at his assistant. "Athena, take her home." The woman walked up and nodded. "Yes sir." She opened the door and gesture for Sherise to get in.


    Sherlock picked up the phone and texted again. "Is that a yes?" And set the phone back down, walking to some pictures tacked up around the mantle piece and writing on them.


    Joella stepped in the black war and sat down. She pulled out her phone to unlock it and see who had texted her. Of course, it was Sherise. Yes... I'm sorry I could not reply earlier. Some random tall man was asking me info on you... she text back.

    Sherise grumbled. "Mycroft." She said aloud. She looked back down at her phone and replied to Joella. "Don't worry about him, after our trip tommorow ill help you move your things in." She texted back. She walked back up to the pictures and smiled.


    Joella was going to ask her if she knew the strange man, but decided otherwise. I shall see you tomorrow! 8 AM, Scotland Yard.

    She looked down on the text at her phone and smiled. She tossed it aside once again, and looked at the board, inhaling deeply with a huge smile on her face. "Ah, murder!" She said, spinning in a circle then flopping on the couch.


    (Another time sjip for Joella!)


    Joella unlocked the front door to her house and walked in, closing and locking the door behind her. She moved herself upstairs and flopped onto her bed, staring at the ceiling.


    (Time skip to morning?)

    (Sure, sounds good!)
    Sherise woke up to the dark, empty flat, she looked at her phone. 6 AM sharp, as usual. She sat up and rubbed her eyes with both hands. She walked over to her mantle and looked over the pictures again, smiling sleepily.


    Joella woke with the ring of her alarm clock. "Damn it, I thought I turned that bloody thing off!" she muttered, sleepily with a yawn. Getting up, she stumbled over to her drawers, then remembered that she had packed her clothes in a box. In her living room she got dressed into a pair of black straight pants and a dark green blouse that buttoned up. Joella hurried into her bathroom and spent about 20 minutes doing her hair and make-up. Spraying a bit of perfume on, she finished up the packing and went downstairs to cook up breakfast. Right then, she remembered the Scotland Yard at 8. "No wonder I didn't turn off my alarm!" the blogger said to herself, hurrying up with the breakfast. She ate fast and rushed out the door, calling a cab.


    ((Woah! You can tell I have high muse right now!))

    Sherlock went to her closet in her bedroom and located a black button down shirt and a pair of skinny jeans, stumbling to the shower. After she bathed she walked out in her outfit, drying her hair and removing the pictures from the mantle, setting them by her coat. After quickly applying very little makeup and brushing her curly hair, she put her scarf on and pulled her coat on, putting the pictures in her coat pocket.


    (Lol yeah!)


    Joella arrived at Scotland Yard, a while before 8. She pulled out her phone, checking the time, and put it back in.

    By 7:15 AM Sherise stepped out of her taxi and arrived at Scotland Yard. "You showed up early, inadvertently of course, but I like early people." She said, glancing at Joella and walking by her. "Come along, then."

    "You might be wondering why you're here." Sherise said, pushing an up button next to an elevator and stepping in. "I'm a consulting detective, therefore I do frequent Scotland Yard." She explained as the elevator rose to the third floor.

    Joella listened closely, and studied the elevator, though nothing that interesting was in there. "Ok..." she muttered, waiting for the rest.