We'll go with my lucky number 13
our characters working together
Maybe she shouldn't mix business with pleasure. Oh well, here they were. Kailee was bored, and John had taken off --so somebody had to play translator for Sherlock. She didn't trust him to go out and do his job without someone punching him for being too blunt. She loved him, she did, but sometimes he was a little too honest.
So she stood, shifting uncomfortably as she fixed her skirt. It had been so long since she donned the fake ID and the suit that she had forgotten how annoying it is. She was quiet, watching as he deduced without a second breath, holding up a hand as she saw him open his mouth.
"What my partner is trying to ask is, what did you see?"
The man started to stall, and Kailee could practically see the irritation rolling off of the detective.
"A woman. Not his girlfriend, he doesn't have one so it would have to be--"
Kailee cut him off, watching the fear and agitation in his eyes. Slowly, she rolled her shoulders back and grinned slyly.
She leaned in, whispering in his ear. "You know you don't have to pay for someone to do that sort of thing."
He practically turned white, and Kailee laughed, leaning away. "I just need the number of your escort to confirm your whereabouts." He fumbled, and Kailee took the paper, eyeing it for a moment. "Thank you." With that, she turned quickly on her heel, turning to glance at Sherlock. He didn't look too happy with her, but Kailee was amused.
As they stepped out of the building she glanced at the paper, rolling her eyes and holding it up for Sherlock. "His number, and hers." She laughed, shoving it towards him. "A little honey, Sherlock. It works."
"You could just let me do my job--"
"He was about to clam up. He's got the marks on his neck that only a proper dom could give. Paid good money for it, too." She lifted a brow at him, rolling her shoulders as she slipped off her jacket. "Let's go, we've got a case to finish."
