"B-brother?" Sherlock asked, stuttering, then ground his teeth in annoyance. Of course she was. Even as she stood there she seemed to be melding; similarities to Moriarty arising to the surface. Selene sighed, laughing to herself.

"Ah, I forgot. You don't understand that sort of thing, do you? You're just above it all".

"Above what?"

"Sex", Selene answered in a tone that was as blunt as the context. It amused her to see how uncomfortable it made Sherlock, and even more so to see him struggle to fight the red rising in his cheeks. "You can't understand why two people, after having something like James Moriarty as a son, would choose to have me, mad, bad and twice as psycho".

"Of course I understand it", Sherlock murmured. "I never said a bad word against you, what makes you think that I have that idea?"

"Everything short of actual speech. Why the uncomfortableness, Mr. Holmes?" Selene asked in a lulling voice, knowing she had the upper hand. Time to show him what she could do. "Is it because the only person that ever made you understand is on the run somewhere in Europe?"
Sherlock gritted his teeth. He had made sure Irene Adler was off the records; Mycroft had assured him of that. So how the Hell did Selene know about her? The thought didn't make him uncomfortable, just a touch guilty perhaps. For Miss Adler was the one that got away, the one that he loved and left. Surely those feelings were gone, it had been four years since he had seen her last. Sherlock shook the thoughts off, Selene was just taunting him. A family trait, no less.

"What do you want?" Sherlock asked, and she puckered her lips looking for an answer.

"Aren't you going to ask me how I know about your secret little pet?"

"I don't care", Sherlock interrupted with a bitter tone.

"Ooh", Selene giggled and bit her lip to silence herself. "Is it possible I've hit a nerve? You tried to hide her from the world, but darling, you need to try harder if you want to get something past me". She went to face him, reaching a hand out and running it along his cheek. "I'm not like anyone you've met before".

"So what is all this?" Sherlock asked, not moving his eyes from her face. Her palm was cold, like frost ran through her veins in place of blood. But she was like ice, in speech and action, calculating and operating slowly, numbing every sense before shutting them down. "A threat? Or are you just showing off?"

"What do you think?"

"Do you really care?"

"Of course not", Selene answered plainly. "I just want to know if you live up to the hype. My brother was quite a fan of yours".

"As I have heard".

"Yeah, disciple to the grave was Jim", Selene added with a certain sourness to her voice. "So you repaid him, didn't you? Helped him fake his own death so I wouldn't come and find him".

"Why was he running from you?" Sherlock asked, becoming increasingly aware of her approaching him. "What did he do?"

"Let's just say he wasn't answering his calls and little sister was getting rather mad".

"So what, you think I'm hiding him somewhere?" Sherlock answered, disbelieving at her accusation. She took a breath, calming for a moment, and looked at him straight in the eyes.

"He owes me, Sherlock. I want him back", Selene answered. "You were the last person to see him, the last person to talk to him. Where is he?" She wasn't going to budge; she wasn't going to let this go. And there was the small matter of the two murders that she had committed. Well, in theory. She wouldn't give information away that easily, she didn't seem the type to misstep, but was the type to show off. Especially when she had an incentive. But what if he was caught? She'd kill him straight off the bat, there was no doubt about that; she had killed two already. Surely one more man wouldn't be too much on her conscience. He'd have to be careful, more careful than with just a regular serial killer. They cared. They were always on the run, trying to never be caught, trying to patch every loophole that could catch them out. But Selene didn't care, she was like her brother, hard to find, even harder to catch. The only reason Sherlock had found her was coincidence.

He could see she was getting impatient, and smiled. "I can take you to him, of course-"

"Great", Selene answered before he could finish, sliding a knife from the table's drawers down her top and walking up the steps. Swiftly, Sherlock put his hand across, blocking her way. She didn't waver, didn't force her way through, just turned her eyes towards him with a stormy look. "I'd suggest you move away".

"And what if I don't, hm?" Sherlock asked.  He was testing her, testing how far she would go. How far into psychosis she was? You could always tell by how severe they threatened you. The most imaginative ones were usually the maddest. She grinned, turning away from him.

"If you don't move, Mr. Holmes, I'll perform a living autopsy on you with a rusty penknife, and I'll give your kidneys to my assistant as cufflinks. We clear?"

"Not quite", Sherlock answered, his smile dropping. "The two murders in London, the husband and wife, Mr and Mrs. McDonald, you knew about it, didn't you?"

"Did more than that darling. I ordered it".

"How?"

"I have a friend. Who has a friend, who has a friend".

"It was poison, wasn't it? Not asphyxiation, she didn't die naturally, her husband told us that. And you knew all about it. They both worked for you, didn't they?"

"They were loyal little things. Needed the money, didn't care what they did to earn it. He was a smuggler and she was a hacker. She used to intercept the auction lists, so Joshua could steal them from the auction houses the night before. Made a good profit, both of them did".

"So why did you order their deaths?"

"Why the Hell do I have to tell you?"

"You don't", Sherlock replied, removing his hand from in front of her, and walked to the table, turning around. "But I know you will". He could see her now, now that she was standing away from the great conference table. He held herself loosely, an obvious trait of a childhood with Moriarty, her hands still, even holding weapons. It seemed all ideals of morality had been deleted from her, just leaving the shell of a heart. Her clothes were formal, but cheaply made. She had brushed him earlier and he had suspected polyester or nylon, some sort of inexpensive material sold in shops. This was Jim without the cash. So how did she keep her leadership afloat?

"Will I now? How can you be so sure?"

"You like to show off. You could've done all this from the shadows, you didn't have to bring me here. Two murders, you pretty much covered it all up already. It could've been over". Selene laughed, taking a tube of lipstick out of her dress and putting another layer over the last.

"You've got me there", Selene lulled. "I ordered their deaths, Mr. Holmes, because it was fun". She looked up at him with wide eyes, and began to circle him until they were standing toe to toe. "Well, you should know, you've had it drummed into your head by that Sergeant Donavon. 'Psychopaths get bored, 'psychopaths get bored', like a bitchy parrot".

"How'd you know...?" Sherlock asked then trailed off, realising. "Oh, your followers".

"They're everywhere. Every workplace, every street, wherever there's talk they're there".

"How do you pay them? What's their incentive?"

"Everyone wants revenge on someone. Everyone's been hurt in someway by someone. I just give them the thing to do it".

"So you're their poison dealer. What poison?"

"No, enough", Selene retorted. "If I give you any more information, Scotland Yard will actually be able to make a file on me. You said that you know where my brother is, take me to him". Sherlock just smiled.

"Well, this has been interesting. I'll look forward to the court case", Sherlock answered, walking away.

"Wait, you said you knew", Selene bellowed, the realisation dawning on her. "You lied. You misguided me. You cheated me out of information".

"You didn't let me finish".

"So what did you want? A confession?" Selene asked, her face turning from hurt to anger. "I'll give you a sodding confession. Location, weapon, and victim all in a neat, little bundle". She grinned, almost madly, and pushed him up against the table, holding him by the shoulders. Glaring at him for a moment, she took him by surprise when she kissed him. She went further and further into the kiss, pushing his back into the edge of the table, then pulled back. Sherlock stood there in astonishment, hardly able to talk. But his speechlessness was not because of shock. "Sorry, sugar, did you say something?"

"I-.... Uh..." Sherlock stuttered, and his knees started to give in. He clung to the side of the table, digging his nails into the wood. "W-what did you do to me?"

"Think of it as a little warning not to cross me again. I don't like people who lie, learn that", Selene voiced, her tone like venom off her tongue. Sherlock's grip faultered, making him collapse to the floor, wheezing. Selene dropped to the floor beside him, laughing in his face, then quietened. "When you come back here, Mr. Holmes, I won't be here. I'll be somewhere far, far away, and I want to thank you. Thank you for the head's up". She lifted herself up, whistling, and taking amusement in Sherlock's dead- white face, his short, panicked panting as the poison entered his system. Because Selene had given him a kiss, and as it turned out, it ended up to be a kiss of death. "Do tell your dear brother I'll be popping in for a visit", Selene added, before walking out.
Before Sherlock could even attempt to move, he saw through his blurry vision two men, one being the man from behind the bar.
"No offence, buddy. Just doing my job", one muttered in a gruff voice, before throwing a ring bearing fist into his face. That was the final straw; sending Sherlock down, down, down, into unconsciousness...

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"That poison you gave him", the man had  said to Selene after dragging Sherlock into the street. "It wasn't as strong as the usual stuff, was it?"

"No, it'll just send him sleeping for a few hours", Selene replied. "It'll give us time to pack up and find someplace else".

"And the detective?"

"Leave him here. But take his phone, and get Sal on the line. Divert all cabs away from here".

"You're isolating him?"

"Of course. Can't have him intervening, not any more. He doesn't have information, can't be a help, so can only be a hindrance".

"And what about Mycroft's agent? He hasn't said a word in days".

"Shoot him", Selene responded bluntly. "Don't worry about the poison this time. He doesn't deserve it".

"Yes, ma'am".

Bang!

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