Nicole Ann Lestrade

He folded his arms across his chest and let out a long sigh, “I prefer that you call me Jack, Jack Valentine. I’m not sure what my brother told you but I’m not as bad as I seem…maybe.” He gave her a smug smirk and his dark brown eyes shone in the sunlight, “Could I possibly have the chance to get to know your name, since you already know several things about me it’s only fair.”

"I-I'm sorry about what happened between you and Mackenzie," she said then, cringing at herself. That was a severe overstepping of boundaries, especially considering she had no idea what the situation truly was. "I mean - not that I - word gets spread around London quickly. Sorry."

“You’re awfully curious, babydoll.” he said with a grin.  ”Anything else you want to get off your chest?  Questions you’ve been dying to ask me.” Knowing her timid nature, he didn’t expect her to ask any extreme questions, but he let the possibility linger in the air in case she decided to anyway.

Not really. Just saying hi.

Oh! Well, hello! I'm Nicole.

Just popped by to say hello really! I’m Violet Holmes. And who might you be sweetie?

Oooh, Holmes? I know a Sherlock Holmes - well, I kind of know him, I mean - well, he pops by the Yard quite a bit. Nicole Lestrade, by the way! It's a pleasure.

“Nice to meet you too! So, Lestrade? Any relation to Detective Inspector?”

"Yes, actually, he's my older brother. I get that question all the time," she said with a slight chuckle.

He stopped and actually looked at the woman for a moment, kinda short, cute, brunette, clearly from over seas….oh no. How the hell was he running into people that knew him from way back. He spoke quietly, grabbing her arm and leaning forward to growl into her ear, “What the hell do you want?”

You could have just walked away and pretended that nothing is wrong. What's the matter with you? She fought against her thoughts, taking a glance at the way he'd grabbed her, and thought better of pulling back for now. He was a Moriarty. "I - nothing, honestly, I just - I - um, y-you're Jeremy M-Moriarty, aren't you?" she shut her eyes for a second before yanking her arm from him. "I didn't come here - I wasn't - I'm not looking for you or something, I just... um, well, I recognize you from - er..." she took a step back, wringing her hands nervously. "A while ago, a-a year or so, Jim - um, your brother, h-he asked me to get information on you and..." she paused, thinking of the name. "And, um, a Natalie Sax - no, that's not right..."

“Sorry no can do, tight schedule and all.” Jack was sober for once this morning but that didn’t mean he was about to be nice to some random tourist. 

"Okay, well..." she watched him carefully. Where did she know him from? "You just - you look familiar, maybe... Scotland Yard..." her voice trailed off in a whisper as it clicked. "O-oh! Oh, god, oh, you're - oh, my..."