Maxine grinned widely at Sherlock's rude behavior then rolled her eyes.

She watched as Sherlock worked his magic and nearly wanted to jump on him and do the deed in front of everyone there. She had to fight her urges and laugh at the thought in her mind. She walked towards John and whispered to him. "How do you feel about working with Sherlock?" She asked. "Well, it's challenging at times and me and him have had our differences but I like it, he knows his shit." John accent was to die for, but not like Sherlock's. "Good to know." She smiled without showing any teeth this time as she listened to Sherlock. He seemed like he was trying to tell her that she was wrong. "Well, I know for a fact that it had to be from one of those buildings." She said while resting her hands upon her hips. She tapped her foot against the ground, waiting for someone to say something.

She grew impatient rather quickly then just turned to walk away. [i]'Son of a bitch. Having the nerve to tell me that I am wrong.'[/i] She thought to herself while marching off. She raised her hand up and called for a taxi but neither one of them stopped for her. "What is this?! Don't stop for the cutest female day!" She huffed and started marching down the street and going to the nearest cafè. She knew that this is the one where Sherlock and John usually eat at but she knew what she was doing. Maxine took a seat in the back so that she couldn't be seen. If Sherlock and John was to come in, she wanted to hear all the details about the crime and add her comments to what was being said.