I walked in to see two young women. There was a young girl, around her mid twenties, who had brown hair with blonde tips. She had eyes just like mine, light blue with flecks of silver. She was sitting on a chair looking at the other woman. The other one was in her late twenties, had (h/l) (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes. She was leaning her hip on Lestrade's desk and was starring down at her phone, looking very bored.

"Ah, Sherlock. Glad you decided to show up." Lestrade said in his usually cheery tone.

"I would like you to meet Grace and (y/n). (Y/n) here has been called 'the Female Sherlock.'"

"Lestrade, please don't call me that. I am my own being, not a copy of someone else."

(Y/n) sounded very bored and never broke focus from her phone. Her voice was like silk, smooth and even. She had a scarf and coat just like mine, had black skinny jeans and a white button down shirt that was close to her skin. Apparently, she was the one in boots that I thought was a male.

"Lestrade, can you please explain to my cousin why we're here?"

Cousins, that's the relationship. Very interesting.

"Well, we wanted Sherlock here to meet one of his own--"

"You mean a highly functioning sociopath." Still, (y/n) was looking at her phone when she talked.

"Yes, a highly functioning sociopath. (Y/n), what can you tell from these two?"

She looked up for a brief moment then went back to her phone.

"William Sherlock Scott Holmes, consulting detective. Has an older brother called Mycroft, or as I like to call him, the British government. Gets bored easily, shoots a wall, throws pillows at wall, and really needs to take anger management classes. Dr. John Watson. Army doctor, had a limp from getting shot in the leg. Has a sister called Harry who Sherlock thought was a guy. Basically you just work as a normal detective which must be boring. Anything I got wrong?"

No, nothing was wrong. She got everything right, but how? I didn't know that much about her and her cousin, and she was still looking at her phone!

"Well, I guess we'll be off then. Thanks for the few minutes without boredom."

Her phone started ringing. She looked rather happy about who the caller was.

"Hello Alex, great to hear from you."

I just now noticed she had one gloved hand and one bare. Only one black leather glove.

"Really? That gross. Alright I'm bored anyways. We'll take the case if I get to keep them."