Sherlock/Master: A First Encounter
It was a rainy day, and the Master was well hidden, dressed in black, under a black umbrella. He wasn't on his way to a funeral though, but to the apartment of the great Sherlock Holmes himself. Lestrade had sent him to discuss a new case with the detective, and despite his warning "Are you sure you can handle him? He can be very.. difficult," the Master, or rather Jason Miller, had insisted to get the job done alone. Until now he didn't have the chance to properly talk to Sherlock Holmes, let alone get any useful information from him, especially regarding the Doctor, since the man never wasted much time at a crime scene. So this was a perfect opportunity to get in touch, now that he had also gotten rid of Lestrade for a while. All he needed to do was to concentrate. Concentrate on keeping up the act. After all Sherlock was one of the rare extraordinary humans, able to see things others could not see. The Master had finally reached the green door that said "221B" and knocked. An elder lady opened, gave him a strange look for a moment, then shook her head in disbelief and led him upstairs. Sherlock didn't seem to notice them entering, so the Master just started talking. "My name is Miller, Jason Miller. I'm here to discuss the case about the missing museum pieces. Lestrade must have informed you, I guess? I.. I brought the material..uhm.." he trailed off, waiting for a reaction.
