Her coat is a much darker, shorter version of the 10th Doctors. She keeps the collar down unless it’s raining or windy; she refused to wear a scarf. (She didn’t like the way they felt) I also put her height in standard measurements not metric because I am American, sorry.

(Alice’s POV: )

 I woke up with a sore back and groaned as I sat up. Sherlock and John weren’t in the den so I got up and looked around. The case was on the table, safe. The laptop was next to it. I smiled deviously. I opened it up and opened the history. Searches on me. Over and over again. My eyes narrowed and my eyebrows pushed together. Sherlock walked in on me.

 “Why the bl**dy he** did you search me!?” I yelled, still scrolling on the laptop.

 “To get more information on you, why else?” He said, taking it from me.I tried to grab it back but he held it above his head. I put my hand on my hip.

 “Very mature, Sherlock! Just as mature as Googling someone!” I said, lowering my voice but still angry.

“Do you think that really matters to me? I need to have information on you before I trust you with mine or John’s life.” He replied.

 “You think I will hurt you?!”  I yelled. He stood glaring down at me, frowning and not answering. He clearly didn’t trust me, and I gladly returned the favour. I stormed out of the apartment.

 (Sherlock’s POV: )

I watched Alice storm out, smiling and feeling quite accomplished. John came out, quite angry.

 “Where’s Alice!? Why is she yelling?” He asked, agitated and looking around.

 “She just left. Something about being upset at me for searching for information on her.” I answered, sitting in my chair and steeping my fingers under my chin. He rubbed his face.

 “Do you know if she’s coming back? You were the one who wanted her to come with us.” He asked, leaning on the back of his chair like he did when he was upset. I may have let a smirk play on my lips.

“Yes, she’s coming back. She’ll be here to drive with us to the airport.” I confirmed, opening one eye to look at him. John sighed, frustrated with me but relieved.

 “Go pack, Sherlock.” He commanded. I complied and escaped to my room.

 (Alice’s POV Again...)

I hailed a taxi and ordered it to my house... well, mansion. I used the time to calm down and think. He had a point; not trusting me until he had more information. It was still rude to search me though. Oh well. I needed to pack anyway. I paid the cabby and went in after the walk up the driveway. I went in as quietly as I could, which was difficult because the foyer was very cavernous. I hung up my coat and took off my boots, padding up the stairs into my room. I made it without being noticed. I showered and got dressed.

(She wore dark denim skinny jeans and a dark navy blue, long-sleeved button up. She left the top two unbuttoned. She had blue eyeliner and light gray eye shadow with mascara and some light lip gloss. She wore the 11th Doctor boots again)

I made sure my ring was securely on my finger and my silver chain clasped tightly around my neck. I quickly packed a change of clothes and a few extra rounds for my pistol and a first aid kit (knowing John was a doctor and it would be handy to have if one of us got hurt) in a small backpack. It was supposed to be chilly in Venice today so I grabbed some black fingerless gloves and quietly exited my room, grabbing my pistol and swinging the pack onto my back as I did. As I was tip-toeing in the hallway I ran into one of our maids.

“So sorry, miss!” She exclaimed.

 “Shh! Lucy, it’s fine. Shh.” I assured her. She nodded, gave a little bow and passed me. I tucked my pistol into the back of my trousers and went down the stairs. Unfortunately my father saw me.

 “Alice! Hello, my dear. Where are you off to?” He said heartily. I winced a bit.

 “I’m heading off to a mini-vacation in Venice for the day, Father!” I answered, feigning a smile.

 “Good for you to get out of London! Be safe!” He said, walking off again. I continued to fake smile and walked towards the door, making sure I stayed facing him. I grabbed my coat and holster(the one I had yesterday I had borrowed from my sister) and ran out the door, buckling the holster and sliding the gun into it. I threw on my coat and hailed a cab. I pulled out my mobile and texted John.

 “On my way. Be ready to go

Alice”  I had only signed my name because mine would be an unrecognized number.

 “We are. Sorry ‘bout Sherlock earlier... no offence meant. –JW”

 “It’s fine. He has a right to know who I am. I don’t expect you two to completely trust me until you know me.”

 “That seems reasonable. :) –JW”

 “He’s got you doing the initial thing too?”

 “Eh... It rubs off  on you. –JW” I smiled and put it away.

The cab pulled up and John and Sherlock met it outside. I opened the door for them and they came in. Sherlock gave me a smug look as he climbed past me. John smiled kindly as I scooted over next to Sherlock to make room for him. Sherlock had the case. I assumed John made him carry it because he didn’t have an overnight bag. I gave the cabby the address and the awkward silence commenced. I saw John staring at my ring out of the corner of my eye. I caught Sherlock reading me again.

 “Would you stop that? I thought it only took you a few seconds, not two days.” I complained, looking at him.  

 “You are hiding things and until you reveal or tell them to me, I’m going to have to keep ‘reading’ you.” He said, shrugging like he had no choice. John looked at me apologetically. After what seemed like an eternity, the cab pulled into the airport. Sherlock was courteous enough to cover the fare. He didn’t know he was paying for the trip too. Sherlock carried the case like it was his clothes, so as to not draw suspicion. There wasn’t really an airport, just a small station and hangars. We boarded the plane, of which had an interior just like my private plane just smaller. John seemed very impressed but it was nothing new to Sherlock. He lay down on the window seat, which wasn’t long enough so his shoes were shoved in John’s face.

“Sherlock...” John complained. I chuckled and John looked at me pitifully. He moved to the only other spot next to me. He slouched with his feet in the middle of the isle and the small of his back on the edge. I smiled at his stressed, worried self. Him having partial responsibility for the case was taking a toll on him.

 “I thought you were soldier John; nothing could stress you.” I mocked. He looked up at me.

 “Sherlock and his brother for one, and having to take care of that,” He pointed at the case next to me. “Have lessened my conditioning.” He explained. I smiled and nodded sarcastically.

The flight was peaceful, Sherlock not speaking thankfully. John had fallen asleep with his hand on his weapon; I was correct about him being stressed; he had not slept much the previous night. I sighed and settled into my seat, aiming to fall asleep.

 (Third Person View: )

As soon as Alice appeared to be asleep, Sherlock sat up and took Johns laptop from his carry-on. John had changed his password again. Sherlock smiled. It took him four minutes to figure it out; John was getting better. He typed in ‘46398’. John must have assumed a random pattern of numbers would throw him off. He had taken numbers he had seen around the flat and stupidly not shuffled them. Sherlock would tell him what he did wrong later. He opened his email and silently rejoiced when he was an email from his brother. It read,

 “Alice Jacqulin White/Tennant:

Age: 24, Height: 5’10, Eyes: Green, Hair: Ginger, Nationality: British, Genetic Heritage: Irish, American, Scottish. Family: Father (Jethro Tennant), Mother (Gwenivere Tennant/Weston), Damien Tennant, Emma Marks (married), Jasmine Tennant, Peter Tennant, Alice White, Gwen Hammond (married). Occupation: Spy, Assassin, Informant, Amateur Doctor, Amateur Actor, Swordsman, Marksman, Martial  Artist, Knife Combat expert, Amateur Psychologist, Expert Body Reader, Amateur Freehand Artist, Pickpocket.

Details:

Her father (age 46) works with me often as an advisor and close friend. Her oldest brother (age 31)(Damien) works as security for me along with the oldest sister (age 28)(Emma) and her husband. The third child (age 25)(Jasmine) is a secretary to the Prime Minister. The fourth child (age 24)(Peter) is a restaurant owner of a large, popular chain. The sixth child (age 21)(Gwen) is a housewife and doesn’t work. Her husband, however, is a captain in the London Police Department; DI Lestrade knows him.

Their family was in the middle class until seven years ago when her father’s grandfather passed away and left his family 92.6 Million pounds. Jethro deposited 90% of it in the Bank Of London to gather interest and used the remaining 10% to get a house big enough for his family and supply the children old enough excellent jobs. Each child added to the large inheritance and in just under three years it increased 60% and the Tennant’s became billionaires. I couldn’t find anything on her relationships with her siblings or parents or clients/boss’. I also couldn’t find anything on the reason she goes by White instead of Tennant. She has covered her tracks better than you have, Sherlock. Don’t expect to find much if you look into it much more.

-Mycroft Holmes”

Sherlock was surprised at her numerous occupations. Hers almost matched his. He sent the email to his phone and shut down the laptop, returning to his earlier position. The flight was an hour into its 1 hour-52 minute trip, so he got comfortable.

Aaaaand Chapter 3! Sorry if it's boring again but now you know some more about Alice! :)