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Author’s Note – Chapter two certainly gained favorable response, and I’m so pleased for that. It’s good to know that everyone is enjoying the story so far, and I’m getting rather fond of it. I’m looking forward to seeing how the story and series unfold and how everyone likes it. Thank you for being so patient in waiting for this update!
Disclaimer – I do not own “Sherlock” or make any money from this tale. I simply enjoy playing with the characters to flex my own literary muscles.
Chapter Three – The Doctor Meets the British Government
At the words from the stranger, Johanna quickly focused on him, not certain if he meant harm or not. The plates were set on a small table near the door, freeing up her other hand in case she needed to defend herself. A brief scan showed that the only intruder was the tall man in the flat with her and though the knowledge was comforting, the former soldier was not pleased to have her new home violated like this.
“What are you doing here,” she asked, voice firm as she continued to eye the other man. At the moment, she was rather displeased that her sidearm was upstairs in her room but it didn’t mean she was completely helpless.
“I decided to pay a call as you signed a lease to share this flat with Sherlock Holmes,” the auburn haired man answered, watching her with keen eyes.
Johanna was quick to notice that he was actually looking at her in nearly the same way as her flatmate had when they met earlier in the day, but there were differences in the gaze. While Sherlock’s had been rife with intense interest and curiosity, this newcomer’s eyes held disdain but did reflect the same intelligence that shone in the unusually colored eyes of her flatmate. The doctor didn’t like what she was seeing and straightened her spine, military perfect.
“So you decided to break into my flat because of this,” she asked, voice low.
“I want to know your connection to him,” the male demanded, noticing her posture and responding to it with his own air of command. Much to his annoyance, the woman did not seem affected by it, maintaining a cool, placid expression as she continued to meet his eyes.
“That is not your concern,” Johanna replied, still keeping a very watchful eye on the intruder.
“I am afraid I shall have to disagree with you on that point,” he answered. “It very much is my concern.”
“No, it isn’t,” she rebutted. “I’ll thank you to leave now.”
He gave her a frigid stare that was returned with equal measure. The auburn haired man leaned on his umbrella, watching her once more.
“I am aware that, as a wounded veteran returning home, your pension will not leave you much room for any luxury purchases,” he began. “I would be willing to pay you for information about Sherlock Holmes. I would like to hear about his daily activities, general wellbeing, things of that nature.”
“Absolutely not,” she answered, words clipped and formal. The doctor was very appalled by the offer this man was making, going against her sense of honor and personal integrity.
“I haven’t mentioned a sum yet,” the stranger rebutted, raising an eyebrow when she cut him off.
“You don’t need to,” Johanna told him. “If you want to know these things so badly, ask him yourself. I’ll not be a spy for anyone.”
“We have a very tense relationship, he and I. Sherlock would not answer any questions I would put to him so I must find other means of getting the information I require. I worry about him constantly.”
“Regardless, I will not spy on him for you or anyone else. Your relationship with him is your problem, not mine,” she replied.
He pulled a notebook from an inner pocket of his coat, opening it to the page he had marked.
“You must have found an alternative means of supporting yourself due to your difficulties or you are delusional about your financial circumstances. Considering the fact that your physical therapist is baffled as to why your right ankle, which has healed adequately enough to support you with the brace you were issued, still causes you enough difficulties to force you to retain a limp. According to the records, you should only limp during poor weather or too much stress. Add to that, the tremor in your left hand is due to nerve damage due to the bullet wound you received to your shoulder and the complications that resulted after you received the injuries. This would be why you can no longer work as a surgeon.”
“Are those my medical records,” Johanna asked, voice growing tense as she realized what the man was holding. The tension coiled tighter within her abdomen, turning into absolute fury when the intruder continued to read from his notebook.
“Your therapist has stated that you have trust issues and seems to believe that you have fallen into a form of disassociation as well as suffering from PTSD and self-esteem issues. She feels, quite correctly, that the emotional issues are what is contributing to the limp.”
Her quick mind put facts together and the rage burned hotter, and her expression turned into one that had scared the soldiers she had commanded not long ago. Her voice took on a frigid quality, low but easily heard, and had her uninvited guest done further research into her, he would have known that he had truly pushed the woman too far.
“You have overstepped yourself,” she said icily, taking a step towards him and removing the notebook from his hands before he could think to pull it out of her reach. The physician read over what was written, then looked up at the man. It was obvious she was not intimidated by the height difference at all as she squared off in front of him.
“Are you uneducated or just mentally deficient?”
“I beg your pardon,” he asked, sounding insulted and a tad angry.
“You must be one of the two as you have done something was not only highly illegal but incredibly unethical,” Johanna continued. “You have not only broken into offices to remove information that you do not have the right to obtain but also violated the sanctity of the confidentiality that every patient has a right to have with their doctors.”
He tried to interject when she drew in a breath to continue, but he had no chance to do so as the irate physician spoke again.
“You have violated my privacy in an attempt to do the same to my flatmate’s, and I am infuriated by what you have done. My medical records are between myself and my physicians and as a medical professional, I am appalled that the confidentiality that is granted to medical personnel and their patients has been shattered. It wasn’t just my life you tried to play with; you have just destroyed the careers of two medical professionals because you couldn’t keep your overly large proboscis out of affairs that do not concern you.”
His eyes widened as she pulled her mobile out of her pocket and dialed a number.
“Yes, I’d like to report a break in. The intruder is still in my flat, and I would like him removed,” she told the operator, giving the address as she did so. Her eyes flashed a warning at him when he tried to take a step forward, stance shifting to show that she would use physical means to keep him where he was.
The call on the mobile ended and, hoping to take advantage of her distraction, the man lunged in hopes of getting the notebook back and himself out of the flat. It was a tad out of character for himself as he despised legwork but there was no way he could be found here, even with his government identification.
The response was not what he had expected at all. He’d thought that his size as well as the timing of the maneuver would work out to his benefit, but the small doctor had surprised him yet again. The former military woman turned into his attack, using his momentum against him as she buried her shoulder into his midriff and flipped him over her. The auburn haired male hit the floor hard, chin bouncing off of the carpeted surface to stun him further. Before he could regain his breath, Johanna had restrained his hands with her belt and had somehow hogtied him using that and several curtain tie backs.
“Johanna, is everything all right up there?”
She poked her captive with her cane, warning him silently not to move while she called down to her landlady.
“Everything is fine now, Mrs. Hudson. Would you be so kind to let the police in when they arrive?”
“Police? What happened?”
“There was an intruder in my flat when I came up the stairs,” the doctor told the older woman. “I’m not hurt, but he’s a bit tied up at the moment.”
“I’ll have to have someone in to look at the doors and windows,” the older lady fretted. “I’m glad you’re all right, dear. I’ll make sure to let the police in when they get here.”
“Thank you,” she called back, eyes on her captive. An idea came to her, and she snapped a couple of pictures with her mobile. Johanna didn’t have her flatmate’s number, but she could show him tomorrow when he moved in. Maybe the man could tell her who this arrogant arsehole on her floor is.
The ringing of the front door’s bell soon filled the flat, and she could hear the voice of her landlady drift up quietly. Johanna could not determine what was being said, but she did hear the sound of footsteps hurrying up the stairs that led up to her flat. Within seconds, her blue eyes spotted the figures of several policeman as well as the distinctive form of her new flatmate.
“Sherlock?”
“I came by to drop a few delicate items off before the movers picked up the rest of my belongings tomorrow morning. Mrs. Hudson told me there was an intruder?”
Johanna nodded, slipping her mobile back into her pocket. She was able to relax now that she wasn’t alone with the stranger.
“There is,” she answered, gesturing to the bound figure on the floor. She continued speaking as the police began to untie him and put restraints around his wrists. Her belt was handed back to her, which she set on the table by the food Mrs. Hudson had sent up with her.
“I came up here after sharing a meal with Mrs. Hudson and found this man in the flat. The door outside had been locked so I am not sure how he got in. He tried to bribe me for information about you and then began reading off notes he’d somehow managed to steal from both my physical therapist as well as another therapist I see. I know both of them well enough to know they wouldn’t have given out any of my medical records so he had to have somehow broken into their databases to get the information,” she said, handing an officer the notebook.
Sherlock’s unusual eyes widened when he spotted who it was that had caused this uproar. The other officer had helped the man off of the floor, reading the intruder his rights as he did so.
“Mycroft?”
Before the man could answer, the consulting detective began laughing, not hiding his amusement at the predicament his brother was now in. He would have to get the full story from Johanna once the police escorted his sibling off of the premises. Given the story and the way she was cautiously eyeing the older Holmes, it was obvious she had been the one to capture and restrain him. Sherlock had a feeling his brother would not live this down for a while as the doctor was incredibly short and slender; Mycroft was taller and outweighed her so this happening would be an incredible embarrassment for the man. All in all, the detective was extremely amused by the series of events.
“This is not amusing, Sherlock. Officer, this has been a simple misunderstanding. If you will check my pockets, you will find my official identification.”
Johanna’s eyes narrowed at the restrained man, body still as her temper flared.
“So having an official ID makes this all better? It gives you the right to not only break into my flat but also take my medical records? It gives you the right to spy on people? I think not,” she ground out. “Please get this man out of my flat, officers, and I will give you the contact information for the two medical professionals he stole the records from so you can get in touch with them.”
She wrote down the names and telephone numbers for her physical therapist and therapist, handing them to the officer holding onto the notebook. Once that was done, the policemen escorted Mycroft out, leaving the two flatmates alone.
“I think Mycroft will be cursing himself for underestimating you,” Sherlock stated, snickering a bit. “Damn, I should have gotten pictures of him tied up.”
Johanna pulled her mobile out, looking to the laughing detective.
“What’s your mobile number,” she asked, getting the pictures marked to send to him. “And how do you know the man?”
Sherlock gave her the number, then added a reply to her question.
“Unfortunately, Mycroft is my older brother and feels that he has the right to constantly interfere with my life. I take it he tried to offer you a bribe to spy on me?”
She added his number to her contact list, then sent the pictures to his phone while she answered the question.
“He did, the arrogant arse. I still can’t believe he helped himself to my medical records. He’s lucky all I did was put him on the ground,” she grumbled, feeling angry.
He chuckled, reviewing the pictures while answering her. Sherlock forwarded the photos to his mother, snickering to himself at the wry response he received once she had seen the pictures. Mycroft was not going to hear the end of this for a very long time.
“Oh I believe he will think twice about approaching you with that kind of arrogance again. You did well, Johanna. I’ve never seen him like that before.”
“You might again if he continues to be an arrogant arse,” she grumbled, picking up the plates and heading to the kitchen. “Have you eaten? I’ve got some of the leftover roast from Mrs. Hudson.”
“I have not eaten and would enjoy some of her roast,” he answered, putting away the fragile items he had brought to the flat.
Johanna smiled, starting tea as well as heating up one of the plates for her new flatmate. Although she could have done without the problem with his brother, she had a feeling life was going to be rather interesting. She was pleased she’d accepted Sherlock’s offer and wondered what would happen the next time her path crossed with Mycroft’s.
With a sigh, she set the plate on the table and called Sherlock to the table, thinking that things would be chaotic once he moved in tomorrow. A part of her couldn’t wait to see what would happen next.
Author’s End Note – I hope everyone enjoyed the confrontation with Mycroft. I know I enjoyed writing it! I’ll be working on updates and moving forward with this story. Please let me know what you thought of it! ~ Laran
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