W.I.M.P

It was completely absurd that after all these years and everything they had been through together Lestrade would hand Sherlock's crime scene over to two imbecile that didn't know how to work a camera phone.

"Leave off, Harry, I think I've got a handle on it." The first man, a red head with a gangly frame, claims swatting at his partner as he turns the phone around smiling in such a ridiculous way Sherlock could only assume there was a moderately pretty girl on the other end.

Harry is a dangerous looking chap with dark hair in need of a comb and vivid green eyes that narrow in at the red head- his thought clearly written on his face.

There most certainly was a pretty girl on the other end of the phone.

The ginger is examining the phone nodding in a mocking action of understanding but it was quite obvious that he was an idiot when he pushed a button and a young female's voice carries out for all to hear.

"Great! I asked for you turn the camera view around and you put me on speaker! Where is Harry? I asked him to hand me off to someone who was simi-intelligent and he hands me to the biggest tech moron in the world!" The woman shrieks.

Harry quickly pulls the phone out of the ginger's hand and begins to apologize when the girl cuts him off.

"Really, I ask for someone who can use a mobile, and you hand me off to Ronald? Sometimes I over estimate you're ability to actually think, don't I?" The woman's tone is patronizing.

"Don't be like that Hermione, I don't know anyone here." Harry claims, aware of all the stares from the police. "Beside the phone was your idea..."

"Yes and I clearly remember going over the functionality of it with you, only now you have proven that you weren't paying attention. I am in a very important meeting..." The woman is cut off by Harry.

"A meeting that is more important than being here? I needed back up." Harry raises his voice.

"So you brought a shop keeper as back up?" Hermione asked her tone exasperated.

"Well my first choice wasn't available!" Harry's features indicate he is irritated.

"Harry, my job is just as important as yours..." Hermione starts only once more to be interrupted by Harry.

"Well…" Harry trails off clearly not believing her claim.

"It is!" She cries clearly this was a sore spot for them.

"Please your job is more of a hobby..." Harry claimed and the expression on his face along with the silence of the phone clearly translated his own error in a way that not even John has to explain to Sherlock.

"I thought we could handle this but it is outside our depth, I need your expertise. Could you please look over the crime scene?" Harry practically begs back tracing, and Sherlock can't help but smirk in a frustrated pain filled way.

Once more- how could Scotland Yard give Sherlock's crime scene to amateurs?

After a thick bout of silence Hermione once more speaks, "Then turn the camera view around, it is that little button with a camera and a half circle with arrows." She directs clearly having calmed down.

Harry holds the phone out and examines it before pushing a button. No sound comes out and Harry looks concerned. "Ow…I lost her." He looks over his shoulder to the ginger shop keep named Ronald that apparently was even more unqualified to be there than Lestrade.

"She is going to be blooming mad." Ronald predicts. Sherlock growing incredibly irritated by the second nudging John in attempt to hurry things along. John stumbles a few steps but clearly understands Sherlock's intent, walking over to introduce himself.

"Hello...I'm…." John starts holding out his hand but Harry cuts across before he can say anything else.

"Oh, hello…Do you know how to work a camera phone?" Harry asks shoving the device in John's hand before he can confirm that he is very familiar with that particular model of phone.

John nods taking the device and looking at the screen. "You put her on mute." John points out.

"Is that an option, she does tend to nag." Ronald states earning a scowl from Harry.

John pushes a button and the girl's voice once more carries out of the speaker.

"Morons, I swear. It is just like school…can't do anything on their own…Oh good a doctor. No one told me there was a doctor on hand." Hermione's voice drops in relief.

"How did you know I was a doctor?" John asked. He couldn't help it, he was wearing street clothes and there was no form of ID visible to the live feed.

Beside no one knew how do to read people the way the Holmes brothers can.

"Never mind all that, Doctor. You were an army doctor, were you not?" The woman asks and John can only nod. The woman smiles. "I am in a very important meeting, Doctor… John. Will you please turn the phone around so I can get a proper look at the crime scene and the victim?" The woman was no more than a girl, John noted once more nodding currently on auto pilot. He was stunned that another younger, prettier, better mannered version of Sherlock could possibly exist in the world.

He walks through the crime scene like he would for Sherlock and the girl is silent as he live feeds video. John shows her the floor and entry way, the window seals and the broken vase, the scratch mark on the man and on the sofa.

"There is an open window in the bath room, show me." Hermione cuts across the video feed and John just nods walking out the room and into the bathroom sure enough the little window in the shower is open, John angles the phone to show her.

"Absolutely absurd! Any man with half a brain can clearly see that this is not a case for the specialilty W.I.M.P that Harry heads up. A complete waste of time! Where is the man in charge? Pass me off immediately." The girl proclaims and John can only nod handing the phone over to the waiting hand of Inspector Detective Greg Lestrade.

All the while Sherlock can only ponder how he could possibly share the same sentiment with the loud, abrasive voice coming from the phone.

"It was delightful to meet you, Doctor John, congratulations on being an expecting father." Hermione yells as the phone exchange hands.

Lestrade looks furious taking the phone "What do you mean a waste of time? I was told to call your Mr. Potter, if anything out of the ordinary popped up?"

"Out of the ordinary, not something that is so obvious that any respectable police man could figure it out." Hermione scolded, causing Sherlock to laugh. John still looks confused.

"How did she know my name was John, or that I was expecting a baby, Sherlock?" The doctor asks his friend who just waves him off as the detective continues to eavesdrop on the conversation going on across the yard.

"Yeh, well your men couldn't now could they?" Lestrade states grouchily at the phone.

"Course not! They're there to do their job, not yours." Hermione declares like Lestrade is an idiot.

This makes Sherlock's smile grow in a frightening way. He had to meet this woman the detective suddenly decides.

"Well now, do you have a detective there that has basic reasoning skills or am I going to have to spell out what happened?" Hermione ask, Lestrade pulls a face that clearly says he does have someone on hand though a bit reluctant to ask for the help.

"Go on…then…" Harry urges. "Where is your man?"

"He's not exactly a detective on the force, his a consulting detective." Lestrade tells them like this is a dark and shameful secret he would rather not discuss with people who have the kind of security clearance that these three have.

"So is Harry… I don't see your point you are wasting his time and mine." Hermione uses that tone that makes Ronald and Harry cringe in response. "The circus was in town last night….two tickets still in the victim's pockets…your victim is Walter Hitch…" Hermione spells out the clues.

Lestrade still looks completely lost but Sherlock has worked it out. "For heaven's sake he is an animal right activist!" Sherlock shouts out, not able to contain himself any longer.

"I don't see how…" Lestrade starts, but it is Harry that cuts across the Detective Inspector, looking to Sherlock for answers.

"Go on." Harry urges and so Sherlock does: Walter Hitch animal right activist goes to the circus last night and liberates a baboon keeping it in his bathroom. Overnight Walter forgets the baboon is in his bathroom and goes to use the toilet only to be brutally assaulted. Walter is able to escape but with critical wounds, successfully locking the baboon back in the bathroom. Walter dies of his wounds unable to reach a phone before he bleeds out. The baboon escapes through the small window in the shower. Sherlock finished with a smirk and everyone is clearly impressed if their expression are any indication.

Harry reaches over pulling his mobile out of Lestrade's hand. "You're brilliant, have I told you that today?" Harry says to Hermione. Sherlock is a bit put off, he is the one that just solved the case, never mind the woman in the phone worked it out seconds before he had.

Sherlock is the one that always gets the praise.

Hermione's tone has soften considerably at the complement. "No you haven't, but you can make it up to me by going to that charity dinner at the end of the month."

"I told you I have plans." Harry argues.

"Cancel them. I'm sure, Ginny will understand. Harry I really must be going…I am…" Hermione starts only for Harry to interrupt.

"I know in a very important meeting. Tell Kingsley we are on for tomorrow, and I'll see you tonight." Harry says with a smile, Ronald rolls his eyes.

"At which time you will agree on my terms for repayment." The woman's voice grows softer, the edge is completely gone Sherlock might even comment there is kindness in her tone. "Harry, make sure they don't take advantage of you, you needn't be bothered with such triviality."

"I know, thank you…see you tonight." Harry responds hanging up the phone.

"She's your girlfriend, is she?" Lestrade asks with a wolfish grin. "Quite the looker."

"No!" Ronald bellows too defensively.

But Harry rolls his eye looking irritated by the inquiry. The woman was clearly a pressure point for both men. "What in the world would make you think that? Two people can't have a chat without pervy minds going to the gutter? Listen… W.I.M.P is designed to help with crimes that are unexplainable…not something that can be highly rationalized. I am interested only in case that have no logic. This man," Harry points to Sherlock. "Pass it through him, before you even think of passing it on to me. Got it?" Harry demands with a sharp tone pointing back to Lestrade, who nods clearly shocked by the suddenly defensive attitude the young man has taken. And Sherlock can once more read the dark edged of this young man who had seen a lot of death and has eyes that are fearless.

"Come on, Ron. I have to stop by Flourishes before I return to the office." Harry waves his friend on, not bothering to look back at the police as he makes his way under the crime tape.

"What for?" Ron asks close at Harry heels.

"A gift, for Hermione of course." Harry says hailing a taxi.

"Can't you just get her flowers, she has plenty of books now doesn't she?" Ronald suggests as a taxi stops in front of them.

"Can she ever have too many books?" Harry laughs like his statement is an inside joke that his ginger friend just doesn't find amusing. Then Harry stops and turns back like realizing something of great importance walking over to hold out his hand to Sherlock.

"I am Harry Potter." He introduces himself waiting for Sherlock to do the same. The detective does so with piercing eyes in attempt to appear intimidating.

"Sherlock Holmes"

The young man smiles and then blazingly asks something no mere mortal would ever dare. "Would you have records of unsolved cases? I would be very interested in looking them over."

Sherlock tries to appear aloof about the request, but John would later state Sherlock did a very poor job of schooling the expession of indecency that he simply could not supress.

"Yes I have cases that are still being looked into, no you can't have a look at them." Sherlock rudely declared, glaring suspiciously at Harry Potter.

Harry raise an eye brow in response and shrugs like he had been expecting such an answered. "Have it your way, I was hoping you would be professional about all this, a smart man like you. I would think you would welcome a fresh pair of eyes."

"Your poor eye sight could hardly benefit anyone. This case was child's play and you had to consort with a woman for answers." Sherlock states the word woman like an insult.

Harry is no longer smiling his vivid green eyes swirling with dark threats. "Very well if you wish to act like a child, throwing chauvinistic insults around, and unwilling to share your toys then you will be treated as a child." Harry states pulling his mobile out once more looking at Sherlock in a blatant dare as the phone rings.

"I know, I know. I truly apologize, Will you ask him if he knows a Mr. Holmes...No a Sherlock…he doesn't want to cooperate...ok...see you tonight." Harry hangs up the phone looking mighty pleased with himself.

"Did you just tattle?" Sherlock asks taking a threating step towards Harry.

"Well yes. "Harry says turning his back to the detective and walking towards the taxi Ron was currently holding the door open to. Harry climbs in the taxi and driving away with Ron, the shop keeper, without another word.

Sherlock is left wondering who he called, and what the call met for the consulting detective.

"Are you really not going cooperate, if he could help solve open crimes, then ..." John says clearly still trying to work everything out.

"Course I'm not going to cooperate, John. Mycroft is pulling a cruel prank, demoting me to an amateur in a profession I created. It's not to be tolerated. That woman, had already been debriefed on us only way she could have known about you. This is all Mycroft. Positively absurd!" Sherlock bellowed causing eyes to roll in response to his outburst, including Lestrade.

"Who gave them clearance to my crime scene?" Sherlock demanded getting in Lestrade's face.

"Orders on high."

"Mycroft put you up to this didn't he?" Sherlock shouts waving his arms like a crazy person.

Lestrade doesn't look even a little intimidated. "Higher than your brother." The Detective Inspector claims. Sherlock leaves the crime scene mumbling hailing a cab, John at his side.

The only way to fix this was to go to the source of the problem. And no matter what Lestrade claimed Sherlock was sure he would find answers at the Diogenes Club.

Perhaps tarnish Mycroft's sacred ground would give the man a healthy respect when he did it to others.

Mycroft was completely scandalized by Sherlock's behavior when the youngest Holmes and his partner came barging into the quiet sancum. Mycroft kept assuring Sherlock that he had no clue what W.I.M.P was or who the woman on the phone could possibly be. Mycroft had never heard of Mr. Potter, never heard of a Ronald, never heard of W.I.M.P the whole thing was positively absurd.

After a long heated argument that mostly consisted of Sherlock yelling. Mycroft did the only logical thing he could think of making a single phone call to the Prime Minister himself to inquire about W.I.M.P.

After the phone call Mycroft was left slack jawed and completely flabbergasted by the events that transpired. It had quickly been established by the Prime Minister that W.I.M.P was a secret government liaison and that only the highest security clearance had been made aware of their existence. As such the knowledge of W.I.M.P was on a need to know basis only and apparently Mycroft Holmes had not needed to know until it became apparent that W.I.M.P had need of his baby brother's unsolved cases.

It was a matter of national security.

Mycroft was now in a position of offence that he had not been trusted with this information sooner and being ordered to make sure that Sherlock handed over his case files immediately. It was imperative that W.I.M.P be allowed to help solve these open cases, which could perhaps save lives in the process. Because really wasn't national security more important than a consulting detective's injured pride? The order turned into a threat of treason, when Sherlock refused once more to share his cases. The British prime minister declared W.I.M.P a national guard against the unknown and that either Sherlock was an ally or an adversary either way the Prime Minister demanded Sherlock's cooperation.

Still Sherlock refused, returning home to safe guard his flat against theft only to find a letter beautifully penned on partchment setting on his desk waiting for his return. His apartment appeared undisturbed, his safe remains locked- if not for the letter Sherlock would never had known he had been robbed. The thief was impressively practiced, his files looked completely untouched. The letter thanked Sherlock for his cooperation at allowing W.I.M.P to make copies of his case files. Signed elleiquatly with the initials HG. Sherlock pulled out his case files thumbing through them to find nothing missing but there were more notes scribbled in the margins of several of the cases. HG had practically solving these cases for him. Cases that had been left in limbo for months if not years and here in script was solutions that was brilliantly backed up with what little evidence that had been collected. The handwriting was notably female, she was right handed and Sherlock was convinced it was the woman on the other end of the phone.

Hermione G.

He couldn't deduce how she broken into his flat without leaving any trace of her visit. But her note seemed to boast of her accomplishment. Perhaps vindication to the insult Sherlock had spat at Mr. Potter hours before.

Sherlock needed to meet this woman who could walk through walls and copy files without leaving any trace. She must be a spy it was the only rational conclusion.

Sherlock was determined to make an introduction as soon as he discovered where this Hermione could be found. That was when he remembered the phone call between her and Harry and how she would be attending a dinner at the end of the month with this Harry Potter. No doubt it would be the annual charity auction that the Prime minister's wife organized. Fortunately, Sherlock Holmes had an open invitation, though he never attended. This year he had every intention of going if only for the opportunity to meet the woman in the phone. John would of course to be his date, if for no other reason than to distract Mr. Potter while Sherlock made his introduction. Because if Mycroft was telling the truth and this was not some elaborate joke of British government Sherlock had to assume that Hermione might in fact impose not just a serious threat to the detective's career but to the man himself.