"You have absolutely no idea how I am! You can only read the outside, Sherlock! But not the feelings of people."

With these words, the young black-haired woman left the apartment at 221b Baker Street with a loud bang. John looked over at Sherlock and slowly shrugged his shoulders. He was getting used to the reactions of others when Sherlock did what he liked to do. Specify. But then looked at the little box in the hand of the dark-haired man.

"I guess that was unforeseen for you too"

he said and let himself fall on the couch. Sherlock, however, was still staring at the door and really couldn't do anything with the reaction. Analyzing was his strength, but the world of emotions ... it was more than a book with seven seals to him. What bad thing had he said that she just left and then with this exaggerated reaction? Then he turned the little rectangle in his hand. She said it was important and now she just left it here? For a moment, Sherlock didn't understand anything. He slowly put the box on the table next to the chair and tapped it with one finger. To the beat of one of his songs. Completely lost in thought, he did not notice that John was talking to him

"Sherlock."

it then penetrated his mind insistently and he looked up.

"You're welcome?"

then looked into the face of John, who rolled his eyes.

"Did you think that was wise?"

Sherlock gave him a significant look for a moment and then stood up without warning.

"She will come back"

"Please? You're kidding"

Sherlock now looked intently at the smaller one.

"I never joke, but she left the box here"

he replied sharply, then turned away.

"What's in him?"

"In what?"

"In the box, Sherlock?"

"I don't know, I think it's not the right time to look inside either, I don't necessarily go to every private thing. You should know me John" he took his violin and put it on, "That's why I ask yes, you know for sure, but are too polite to say ... "

a short laugh came from the man addressed before he started to play.
The brunette looked at the dark haired woman with real concern as she sat in the car on the passenger side on the left.

"Skye?"

she then asked when her passenger was buckled up

"Drive please"

Skye said sullenly and sighed deeply. Without another word, the engine started and they left the street.

It wasn't long before they were in the Skye apartment. A two-room apartment, in a beautiful style. Modern furnishings and quite light. She liked light wood and one wall was almost wallpapered with books. "Come in, Amelia," she said and threw her key on the sideboard in the hallway. There were coat hooks on top of which some jackets and a coat were hanging. Her parka with the fur collar, which she was just wearing, was attached and released a simple top, in black. Skye has always been more of the sporty type and didn't think much of pretty clothes. It was inconvenient and unfavorable. In addition, you always had to be careful not to have any creases in your skirts and trousers. She just wasn't the type for it. Amelia, on the other hand, was always very smartly dressed, she worked for the police, was in the final year of her apprenticeship, but had reoriented herself and ended up with the officers. Both were quite different and that's why they got along so well. Sometimes it was good that Skye knew her. Often she had to do with lawsuits that always failed, but that was how Skye knew her legal position.She herself ran a sports shop with an adjoining gym.

In her apartment, however, one would never get to know her profession. In any case, she had always strictly separated work and everyday life and would never take anything home with her.

"Tea? Coffee?"

she then asked out of politeness as she disappeared lightly into the kitchen after Amelia had also put her shoes next to the Chucks from Skye. The slim and smaller Amelia followed the cat-like, dark-haired woman into the kitchen.

She was busy working on the coffee machine, she always asked this question and knew that Amelia always opted for coffee. Policewoman, it was vital for the officers, the caffeine, she assumed. After she had everything ready, she turned around and looked into Amelia's still worried green eyes.

"What?"

she asked, almost annoyed, because she could almost read the words from her visit in her brain.

"What did he say, this Sherlock Holmes?"

then Skye sighed and sat down at the little kitchen table.

"He did what he always did. Analyze. He's highly intelligent, but he's tactful, like a dead raccoon."

she sighed again, then looked up at the other woman. Then pointed with her hand on the free chair, apparently she was finally ready to talk. Which the brunette was visibly pleased, because she sat opposite her full of expectations. Skye looked at the coffee maker for a moment and only then looked back at Amelia. Somehow she didn't know how to start.

"I don't even know why I'm with him. Anyway, I was there, wanted to speak to him briefly. Because of a case ... I can't tell you anymore without Sherlock, sorry Amy"

she said apologetically at the look from the green-eyed woman, but then went on to tell

"So I wanted to ask him, went in and handed him a small box. He didn't take it and talked about my appearance. He just didn't listen to me. As mentioned, didn't even take the box from me. When he said, that I'm a broken person and bored him, I pelted him with the thing, yelled at him and left. "

she continued and bowed her head, for a brief moment she was sorry.

"I need his help"

"The police can help you too? And I don't know this Sherlock. Many say that I should be glad not to know him."

now Skye looked disgruntled.

"I said that I want to talk to Sherlock first ... I'll talk to him too, but he can think about the content first. You will find out about it soon enough ..."

When she looked into Amelia's eyes again, she bowed her head and then was grabbed by the hand.

"What .... Amy I ... Amelia!"

"We'll go to this Sherlock now and sort it out, you don't even know how dying to hear it all!"

said the budding policewoman. Skye was pushed into the hallway and asked to get dressed. Grumbling, she complied with the 'request'.
You were back on Baker Street. Skye had her hands deep in her parka pockets and was pouting when Amelia rang the doorbell. The black-haired woman would have preferred to turn around and just run away, once a day Sherlock was enough for her. She could already see the indignant face of Amelia, who was standing in front of Sherlock, her mouth open. At some point she would have met him anyway. Skye knew he worked with the police a lot. Shortly after the doorbell, a woman opened the door.

"Oh, hello. Do you want to see Sherlock Holmes?"this Amelia asked before she saw Skye.

"Oh you"

she smiled kindly.

"Have you changed your mind"

"Mrs. Hudson. I was subtly forced"

it came from the approaching Skye, for which a knuffer immediately caught itself in the side. When Mrs. Hudson invited them in, Skye reluctantly followed her.

"He's Own"

came the voice of her addressed to Amelia

"I beg you, I work for the police"

Skye rolled her eyes

"Own, not a criminal"

"They are also own"

she snorted briefly from behind the policewoman

"I just wanted to warn you."

that was the last sentence before they stepped into Sherlock and John's room. The two men were surprised for a moment when Skye was back in the room. Skye could see how quickly Sherlock was recovering, but John kept staring at her.

"Mr. Holmes? I think you should listen to Skye"

Amelia slipped into the interrogation role, but Sherlock didn't really seem to be impressed. But then he went up to Amelia. Walked around her once.

Skye himself was stepping aside a little.

"A young policewoman. No. In training, you are a candidate. But you earn well in your position, were out yesterday."

he continued to look at her searchingly and Amelia opened her mouth slowly, wanted to say something, but couldn't get around to it.

"You have a position in which you do not yet know me. But you have been warned. Do a lot of paperwork. You have not fetched coffee for your colleagues for a long time, apparently you are a very talented person. But not the tough one you say you are . You're good at acting. Oh ... An actress before that, you're too old to start training straight out of school. Hm, not bad. But you can't fool me, Mrs. Brixton. You do a lot Overtime, too much for your liking. Even now you haven't had a good rest, but you really want to advance, a model career. To impress? Your date! "

he paused for a moment, Skye and John saying his name at the same time, but he didn't really respond to her.

"No, not the date, that's nothing serious. You just don't want to disappoint him yet, he doesn't know that you are older, but you don't like younger ones yourself. You are polite, not always good. But you stand for your friends a. No matter what. They are right-handed, but you can also take notes with your left hand .... "

"SHERLOCK!"

John shouted louder now and Sherlock looked up to Skye's astonishment before he fell completely into this 'game'. He then turned away and John muttered an apology to the somewhat distraught Amelia.

Skye stepped forward, firmly took the box off the table, then held it in Sherlock's direction.

"Do you know what's in that little thing"

"I didn't look inside"

Skye almost growled her next words

"Don't think I'm stupid! Do you know? If so, I'd like to bring my boring self closer to you."

She could see a brief, indefinable reaction on his face.

"There is a tablet in it, pain reliever. Povidone, microcrystalline cellulose, hypromellose, titanium dioxide, magnesium stearate, hyprolose are the main active ingredients, nothing dangerous."

he replied with a hiss and