Hello So... I kinda watch too much TV and as I re-watched some movies and, well obviously Sherlock, and an idea popped into my head. My OC is a cross somewhere in between Tony Stark, Sherlock and Moriarty. She's on the side of angels though. Just cunning enough to keep the Holmes' on their toes. I still haven't decided who'll she end up with, Mycroft or Sherlock, kinda can't decide who I like more. Can she keep both maybe? Or you can decide – just leave a message and we'll see who'll win ;) Anyway, all comments will be appreciated.

As always – I don't own anything. All things you somehow recognise belong to their respective copyright owners. I'm just playing with them for a bit.

Carolyn Smithson was happily trotting down the sidewalk with her groceries when she noticed two men in suits and shades shoving a nicely dressed man into the back of a car. It was late autumn afternoon in London and it had been a rather cloudy day. She thought the shades were strange at first but then decided they were an attempt to cover their identity. She supposed it might be a kidnapping. They probably didn't want their faces recognized. Oddly enough, even though they scanned the street before forcing the man into the car they didn't notice her.

The men in suits jumped into the car after their victim and the car drove off. It drove at a surprisingly slow pace for a kidnapping, she thought. She dropped her groceries on the sidewalk and run into the alley where her bike was conveniently propped against the nearby wall. She dug into her bag and took out w pair of glasses and a headphone. She pushed the headphone into her right ear and put the glasses on her nose.

'Activation sequence protocol IGOR' she murmured and her glasses flashed with numbers as her field of vision was momentarily obstructed. The screen of her spectacles cleared and only some small boxes full of numbers remained in her peripheral vision.

'Good afternoon Miss Smithson' a cultured voice filtered into her ear. 'Any specific instructions for this afternoon?' it inquired.

'Igor accesses my phone's memory and retrieve a photograph I took a few moments ago. Trace the number plate from my general current location and track its progress. Use government CCTV footage of the city if required.' She shot of the instructions while hurrying her bike through narrow streets that run parallel to the main street the car must have took.

'Shall I display GPS tracking for you Miss Smithson?' the voice asked helpfully

'Yes, also mark the progress of the vehicle in question and try to establish possible locations. Pursuit protocols in place.'

'Certainly' Igor replied.

A transparent map of her route flashed in her field of vision with a darker blue dot marking the car.

'Igor estimate the chances of a successful overtake. Can I catch up to them?' She was breathing steadily although she was speeding as fast as she could make her bike go. Thankfully those little streets were rather empty this time of day. She had to pass into some more crowded streets though if she wanted to catch that car. For now Igor was using the public security surveillance to track it.

'Miss Smithson, the car entered the old industrial part of the city, there are some old warehouses in the area that have been abandoned for decades. It is probable they will head that way. The problem is the area is generally not equipped in industrial cameras and we may encounter problems with tracking the target's progress. The proposed alternative is the available satellite live feed footage of the district.'

'Use all resources at your disposal to locate the target' She ordered as she speeded past residents and tourists alike, a few choice insults shouted after her as she barely managed to avoid any collisions. As she turned into another small alley she could hear the sound of a whistle being blown as a bobby shouted after her. She rode full-speed along the faint lines of the map Igor displayed for her. She lost the bobby soon enough and was riding along an increasingly dingy neighbourhood.

'Miss Smithson, the car entered one of the old warehouse buildings. I would suggest continuing on foot as otherwise your progress may attract attention.' Igor's voice filtered into her ear helpfully.

She was slightly winded by now. Her heavy jumper was nice when she went out for a walk to the grocer's but now she was too warm, even though she only wore a rather thin dress underneath. Her soft leather shoes didn't make a sound as she walked hurriedly down dark alleys and towards the large warehouse two blocks away.

'Shall I notify the police miss Smithson?' Igor asked.

'No, not yet. But be ready to do so momentarily if I ask. We'll probably need to get them here anyway.'

As she walked along the street an idea stuck her 'Igor, deploy the drone. The one equipped in a thermal camera. 'Certainly Miss Smithson' a moment of silence and then 'deployed. It shall arrive approximately in 3 to 4 minutes'

'Perfect, just as I'll get there. When it does get here, Igor, use it to estimate the number of possible targets and their location. In the meantime try to prepare a map of the place. See if you can find the blueprints of this building in the city records.'

Following the route still displayed in front of her she came to a rather large storage facility. It was obviously abandoned, at least a decade, going by the general state of disrepair of the building. As she crept carefully along the wall of an old tenement-house, she tried to observe, find a possible way inside and waited for Igor to give her the visuals for the building. She saw the tiny dot that was the drone as it flew over the building, unnoticed.

'The visuals are ready Miss Smithson. Shall I display them?'

'Yes, please' she replied quietly.

The real building was momentarily obscured as the faintly blue outline of the structure flashed before her eyes. Twelve targets were marked, five unmoving, spread out around a larger hall, one immobile, roughly in the centre of the space and the last one pacing back and forth in front of the unmoving dot. Five were moving around in certain strategic points of the building.

She quickly found a possible route into the building and crept through a hole in the fencing. She jumped, reaching the sill of the window. She propped herself up and using first some old wiring and then some old pipes she climbed to a broken window of the second storey.

Minding her steps she crept along a corridor and looked around for the ventilation shaft outlet. She pulled something closely resembling a knife from her bag. She crouched down and pressed a button on the side of the device. The edge light up with blue light and she used her laser cutter to quietly get rid of the grating. She carefully climbed in the shaft and again reaching into the bag pulled out a small pack of special adhesive putty and put the grating back in place. It would keep for an hour or so.

'Igor, is the drone equipped with any weapons?' She asked

'Only the small amount of tranquilising darts' replied the voice in her ear.

'Can it in any way reach at least some of the men patrolling the building?'

'Only three out of the five moves along windows' replied Igor.

'How high is the rating of a successful shot?'

'Approximately 67% in the first two cases and 73 in the third'

'Calculate the best range and timing and have them down Igor'

'Certainly, miss Smithson'

She continued to crawl down the shaft to the railings above the hall where the man in the nice suit was being held. Luck was on her side so far, as she has gone unnoticed. Better yet there was no grating on the other end of the shaft. She climbed out carefully. The thick pipes that run the length of the hall just below the ceiling provided her with a passage. Carefully she climbed them and as soundlessly as possible she moved towards the centre, just over the man she could now see tied to a chair. The five guards were turned towards the three doors to the hall and weren't paying much attention to the two men in the centre of the room. A tall dark-haired man was still pacing in front of his prisoner, rather nervously she noticed.

'You won't meet my demands and you won't talk. What am I to do with you?' wondered the pacing man out loud. 'Maybe I should start cutting your fingers off to show you I'm serious' He mused arrogantly.

Carolyn never liked bullies. She hated them in fact. She spent a substantial amount of time being scolded as a child for beating up the pest at school. As she grew up she invented better ways of dealing with nasty little monsters who thought they could intimidate people for fun of frighten them into doing things they didn't want to do.

As she watched the man pull out a big nasty knife and walk towards his still bound victim, she quietly pulled out a square box and a gun out of her bag. She pulled a length of metal cord from the smallish box-like thing and secured it around a sort of faucet she could see not far from her on the pipe. She checked to see if the knot would hold and it was solid. Putting the box aside she took the gun out and pulled the safety off. The soft sound went unheard by the guards as the man with the knife yelled 'start talking!' at the gentleman in the suit.

'Igor, aiming aid protocols' she murmured quietly, but the sensitive microphone caught her words. The displayed visuals disappeared for a moment and then her sight was improved by the digital enhancement of the screen. Her aim was displayed on her screen and she pointed the little dot at the guards neck, where Igor placed a target sign she pushed the trigger and silently the small tranquilising dart lodged itself close to the main artery on the man's neck. She shot four more shots in quick succession and all met their targets. Two men hissed and swatted at their necks the other three haven't even noticed. As if on cue all five crumpled to the floor. The man with the knife exclaimed 'What the fu...' And turned. She used that moment to grab the gun in one hand the handle of the small box in the other and jumped down. She landed silently and gracefully just in front of the sitting man. She pointed her gun at the man who was just turning back. His expression stunned. She smiled at him politely, pointed her gun and shot him. He managed to grab the dart and pull it out but just as he was smiling triumphantly and reaching for his own gun he fell face first to the floor.

She cut of the cord put the safety back on and put the things back into her bag. Turning back she saw a look of utter surprise on the man's face. She smiled reassuringly and turned aside to ask Igor 'How many of the guards are neutralized?'

'Four, miss Smithson. The three targets and one who came to check on them'

'Impressive, Igor'

'Thank you Miss Smithson'

'You may now notify the force. They will want to clean the place. Display the location of the final guard'

She noticed the last guard was running for the hall. She grabbed the chair the man sat on and moved him out of the way should the man come in bearing a gun. Standing behind a pillar she pulled out the gun and waited. She observed her screen and just as he was about to run in tensed in preparation. The man came into the room at a run but halted as he noticed the bodies on the floor. He looked wildly around but noticing neither Carolyn nor the man on the chair moved to check the bodies for a pulse as he saw no blood. As he knelt by his supposed leader Carolyn Aimed and shot at his neck from the back. The dart hit unnoticed and a moment later the man joined his companions in oblivion.

She sighed.

'The police should be arriving in approximately 5 to 10 minutes, Miss Smithson. Perhaps it would be wise to retreat?' Igor informed her.

'First I must check if the man is injured'

She moved back to the man, who sat there motionless and quiet, observing her. She noticed that for a man who was just kidnapped, threatened and judging by the bruise forming on his cheek also beaten he was exceptionally calm. She pulled out her cutter she kneeled by him to free his legs and then moved behind him to cut the rope around his wrists. He was about to stand up but she pushed him back down and he sat down obediently and without a word. She moved to face him and smiled reassuringly. She lightly touched his cheek and he flinched. He also looked surprised again as she said

'Don't worry, the police are on their way, you'll be fine.' She pulled out a small packet that was a first aid kit and tended to his bruised cheek. She disinfected the skin and put a cooling balm on it. The she put it away and hearing the sirens in the distance coming nearer decided to disappear. As she was about to move to the door the man caught her arm and she turned to look at him.

He regarded her with interest and asked 'you have no idea who I am, do you?' She looked at him again, and replied 'you're obviously rather wealthy. Probably a government job. Not very brawny but you weren't afraid, so you probably knew someone would be looking for you. Possibly coming to get you. No I don't know who you are but I suppose you're important in some way or another' she said calmly.

'Then why did you help me? Do you often come to such places and armed no less?' his grip tightened a bit 'or are you perhaps working for someone?' he said looking at her glasses with narrowed eyes.

'As it happens, I saw you being taken. I followed. Then I helped because I thought you were just a poor mugging victim. And I don't work for anybody. I'm my own employer.' She said tugging her arm out of his grasp.

'His eyebrows went up. 'With all that high tech equipment you want me to believe you are not an agent of some kind?' he sounded faintly disbelieving.

'What I am sweetie' she said, a bit annoyed now, 'is rich, paranoid and too curious for my own good' she said as she moved to the door. She could hear police cars parking in the front yard.

As she opened the door she looked over her shoulder and said 'I don't do things like this too often, bit busy for that. But as to me helping you? You're welcome' And she run of leaving the man standing and starting after her. A small smile tugging at his thin lips.

He turned towards another door as police officers piled into the hall.

This was interesting.

This was a puzzle.

He liked puzzles.