~Okay so... this is a little one shot, but I got inspired when I saw the stories that were already written in the 'Sherlock Holmes' section so I wanted to add one. I might addd more, let me know what you think.

The young woman had remained under his radar for so long, Holmes was having trouble believing he had never seen the inevitable betrayal. She would saunter in and 'clean' his lab, his books, organize his notes, touch any and everything that he deemed too sacred and secret to let anyone other then Watson see, if that. She had seen everything and now she was able to know everything he knew. She had the perfect disguise. No one expected the help. No one. Though, you would think they would be the first ones you would suspect. After all, they are strangers wandering in and out of your home, seeing and touching your most private of things. But Mrs. Woods had given her such a high praise. She had assured the young man that she was completely reliable and would be able to work in his study since she couldn't read, something he now knew as a lie. She had given him no reason to doubt her, and now, he couldn't help but feel that she had betrayed him as well.

Watson still had that damn smirk on his face, the one that let Holmes know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he had done something invariably stupid. He couldn't help but glower at his partner, something he rarely did. Watson's smile widened. He truly loved it when Holmes fell on his face.

But that young woman… she left no clues as to who she was, or what she was after. Then again, perhaps the fact she had come to work for him would have been clue enough. He had many enemies in the world, people who envied him for his tactics, his intelligence, his work. People, who he was sure, would pay and pay well to know what he knew. So they sent in the spy. There was no other word for what she was. She worked for him for months, nearly eight to be exact without protest, without complaint… Perhaps that should have been another clue. Everyone that worked or lived within a mile of him complained about him, about what was all that varied.

She looked the part, a homely young woman of twenty. She always had her nearly blood colored hair tied back in a bun underneath her bonnet, her clothes pressed and neat despite being stuck with cleaning his study on a regular basis. Her emerald eyes glowed with flecks of gold when she smiled at them and seemed to dance in the fire light. She was polite, abnormally so, and always had a sweet smile for him and Watson when she entered the room. Then it dawned on him. He had never once remembered paying this much attention to her when she had been employed with him.

She would simply walk in, greet them as normal, and go about her business. He usually only glanced sideways at her to simply see what he was at liberty to say in her presence. It was his lack of attention towards the young woman that had been his excuse as to why he hadn't noticed anything about her. He knew it was a lie, he always had. He was a man that noticed everything at any point in time. It sometimes amazed him that his own mind never burst with the over load of information. But still, not her. It was as though she were the perfect illusion. She had come and gone and left nothing behind.

Holmes tightened his fists with anger as he thought about the young woman. His knuckles cracked loudly at the new tension, something that made Watson giggle. Holmes shot him a look. Did a grown man, this grown man, actually giggle? A frown pressed his brows together.

"Are you thinking of…"

"Don't." Holmes said sternly, his cane pointed at the young man to his right, smoke slowly beginning to die from the pipe in his mouth. "I never want to hear that insufferable woman's name again."

Watson only smiled once more before turning his attention to his book.

"Beverly."

Holmes felt his back tighten at the name his partner whispered, anger grip him tightly before fading. The ivory skinned maid that stole his secrets, the spy… The only woman to elude him completely and leave him more baffled then he ever thought and her name was Beverly.

Well… that was the name she gave them.

The End?