OOC: Great, I'll have a go at being Mycroft (: --- Mycroft Holmes sat alone in his large office. It had been a long day full of endless paperwork. He hated the chore of filling out sheets and sheets of paper but it was worth it in the end. Without the paperwork, he wouldn't get access to unlimited government resources so he thought the compromise was reasonable. He smiled to himself as he glanced over to his computer. Those government resources were currently keeping track of his little brother's movements around the city. He was completely paranoid when it came to Sherlock's safety. He knew how obsessed Jim Moriarty was, and Mycroft couldn't take the risk of leaving Sherlock unguarded.

With her mind wandering slightly, her hand came up to the dog tags around her neck and thumbed them she the gold band there, pausing in the centre of the room in thought. 6/6 ((Any issue with it, just let me know and I'll fix them ))

Akorin took the greatest of care in her steps as she ascended, her hand running through her hair to remove the slim metal pin from her black laqured coloured hair the tip poisoned, she hoped she had estimated his height and weight correctly. Too weak and she would fail,to strong and it would cause too much pain. She didn't want her target to suffer, she prided herself on quick, near painless deaths. Deep down though she hoped one day she would have an honourable death to reunite her with her husband. She allowed her mind to descend into these unhappy thoughts, rather than concentrating on the task at hand, her ears listen and her eyes looked but maybe not as well as they aught to have. She entered the room, with feathery steps, her eyes glancing around to choose a spot to hide in. 5/?

Picking up the beautifully carved tea caddy all by her own hand, the blend unique and sleep inducing to any not trained to resist such concoctions. Knock on the door, a charming smile and offer of a gift, it would not be Mrs Hudson's fault to have been so taken by her, she was an innocent thing in appearance, in action it was another thing. Entering she strained to hear if there was anyone else around the house, but it was hard to tell really, following the way into the kitchen, Akorin insisted that they try the tea. It didn't take long before the herbal sedative took effect and Akorin was on her feet making sure that Mrs Hudson was okay and comfortable, before tentively making the accent upstairs. 4/?

Most people just gawped at her, it wasn't usual for an American Marine to be like this in London, but she was a Marine's widow and deserved the respect due to her. She tried to bow in the Japanese tradition, but she broke down instead and Mrs Hudson just returning with her shopping choose not to just watch but handed her bags to the marine and lead the young widow inside 221b for tea and sympathy. The marine just started putting things away while the two women talked then eventually took his friends widow back home and made sure she was okay before leaving. The events stuck to her mind even now a day later, glancing at the urn in the shrine next to his portrait, it was was hard that she would have to betray the kind Mrs Hudson this way but she had her duty. 3/?

He'd been her husband and she the devoted wife, even smuggling herself through to the front lines to fight with him on the dark night patrols. That had all stopped now, she had failed in that duty but she would not fail in this one. She had the perfect excuse now to come over, just by chance and not design, Mrs Hudson had been kind in helping the grieving young widow as her husband's ashes and flag were delivered to her finally by one of her husband's friends in full dress uniform, it had taken some time to make these arrangements but he was here now. 2/?

The real key was to be normal, not so normal that her normality made her stand out, but to be just live a life and blend. It be like that, to be boring, took discipline and be aware of everything she did and make sure that it was in keeping with what was required. It was harder with this particular target, being more attuned about what was going on, with anyone else she just disappeared into the crowd but she enjoyed a challenge, where was the fun without it? Where was the point? It was a challenge to get her going again, even staring at her image of her moon pale skin in the mirror, she kissed the gold man's wedding band on the chain that hung around her neck with the US Marine's dog tags, she missed him so very much, her everything and her all. 1/?

A soft puff of breath escaped John's lips as he turned, rolling onto his side to tuck his body around Sherlock's, the gesture was as much to protect his Mate as it was to comfort himself; his instinct was still mostly ruling his reactions, the instincts that were threaded deep and thick in DNA.

I expect we could slot Natasha into Sherlock's world my dear

((Written my starter... May have gotten carried away, just warning you.))

((I thought so, once her role established then we can have other cases that Sherlock can make use of her talents and of course there will be the mystery of who hired her to kill Sherlock. She won't know, because it went through a third party. She should be quite interesting and maybe frustrating at the same time. Clearly intelligent but lacks the knowledge that others take for granted(I.e reading English) having honed her skills in other areas, like killing, seduction, espionage, poisons and perfection of memory. If that is alright with you I shall write a starter?))

OOC: Fancy a roleplay? I can be Mycroft or Moriarty, if you like?

OOC: Thanks for accepting!

((I was adapt to fit what is required. I think then maybe Akorin as an assassin, what impresses Sherlock about her is that she gets so close before he realises, would be a shock to him, perhaps? For her she only gets caught because she had a desire to join her husband, macabre I know, so she expects to die when she's caught(iffy on this bit) because Sherlock being Sherlock he wouldn't, but under the traditions of her people she is bound to him because of that,(very traditional remember) she would be a useful resource and a second pair if helping hands around the place. She would also put up with him and would not seek to get out if his company.))

John exhaled the breath slowly and dropped back against the pillow, rubbing his cheek against the soft material. After a few moments he gave Sherlock's hand a gentle tug, silently asking him to join him. He didn't want them to be awkward, he just wanted them to be. Just for a bit. "It does."

"You're not rubbish," John shook his head, curling his fingers around Sherlock's, rubbing the pad of his thumb over the soft, pale flesh at the back of his hand. "This helps." He added, closing his eyes and inhaling slowly, deeply.

When John was deprived of the touch he frowned for a moment, blinking slowly as his eyes fell on the hands now cupped in Sherlock's lap. Was something happening here? There was a time when Sherlock wouldn't have retracted is touch so soon. "Groggy." He replied after a moment, shaking his head at the second question. Nothing that Sherlock was willing to give, at least.

John nuzzled at the expanse of Sherlock's hand for a few more seconds, his eyes never left Sherlock's face as he searched those angles and eyes for any scrap of information. He didn't believe him, not for a moment, but if Sherlock didn't want to talk about it then what could he do? "Mnph." Was his only reply as he brushed his lips against the top of Sherlock's wrist, where it met his palm, inhaling his scent deeply.

((Well first there is Annie, junior doctor and in training, daughter of a London old school gangster, her mother help put away and now sits in jail wanting to see at least one of his twin children but Annie refuses to do so.she has a dark past she refuses to speak about. She could be someone John knows, maybe he's helping her with her studies or what ever. Meredith the living computer(wither that's literal or just a nickname is up to you. It could be her mystery.) smart and she knows it, dangerous to have around a computer even with the best security on the planet. One of Sherlock's contacts or maybe on the run from every government wanting to possess her. Akorin the widow and the most traditional in terms of her unique heritage. Specialist in posions and antidotes where they exist, even the rarest of the rare she knows how to brew and probably has in her stores. Then Janet who is a blank slate and can be what ever is needed.))

A small sound escaped John's throat at Sherlock's touch, his skin was pleasantly cold against his skin, and he moved slightly, lifting his face so he could nuzzle the cool flesh. The hand that was linked with Sherlock's squeezed gently and his eyes flickered open, still tinted with amber, a small ring that circled the outside of his iris. "Want to talk about it?"