"You can do it. You can do it, Mae" Mae talked to herself. Her hands on the edge of the sink, and her eyes on her own reflection in the mirror. She was nervous, and talking to herself in the ladies toilet wasn't going to help. But who wouldn't be nervous? She got to meet Sherlock, the famous Sherlock Holmes. And that wasn't all, she even got to work with him. She swallowed, still finding it hard to believe. But Lestrade insisted that she was going to work with him. She could still hear his words: "Mae Imogene, you're going to be Sherlock his new partner". But what if Sherlock didn't want a new partner?
She looked into her own blue eyes. Her wavy brown hair up in a high tail as strands of hair let loose over her ears. Mae was a short detective -- after years of training she was now officially a detective. Not super thin with her hourglass figure, little pugs kind of nose and a dimple in her chin. Mae took a good look of herself. Perhaps she also lacked a good tan. To add some color to her pale look she used make up, minimum make up, but the mascara, blush and the soft coloured red lipstick made her look less sick.
But she realized that she deserved this chance. This year had been a tough year for her so far. Her father passed away after they discovered cancer. Lung cancer, while he never touched a cigarette in his life. Her mother wasn't handling it so well as she hoped. But that wasn't all, her relationship of 4 years had ended last month. Both were things she didn't wanted to talk about. Mae hated to talk about her personal life. It wasn't interesting, and she would only bore people.
But why did she became a detective? You could blame her father and sherlock for that. Her father was a detective as well. She always loved watching him work, and she new it was something she wanted to be a detective too when she grew up. But when she saw Sherlock his work? Mae was sold for good. One day she was going to be almost as good as Sherlock.
"Sherlock!" Lestrade said, looking at him as he walked up to the detective. "How are you feeling?" He paused for a moment. "I bet you're glad that you're finally out of the hospital? Are you sure you can work again" he asked him with a serious look on his face. He wanted Sherlock to be healthy again in order for him to work again. But he knew that that wasn't Sherlock. So Lestrade found him a detective. One who hopefully wouldn't get run over by Holmes his behavior.
"Before we discuss a case I may have for you. I want you to meet someone" he saw Mae walking towards his office through the glass windows. "Her name is Mae. She worked her ass off become a detective. So please be nice to her" he said right before she walked in.
Her heels clicked on the floor. She was wearing just her normal clothes. She wasn't a cop anymore, Mae was a detective now. And Sherlock wore his own clothes too. She didn't see the problem. The young woman had her hands in the pockets of her tight jeans. With on top of that a black blazer that kept her warm and a simple grey shirt.
"Hi..." Mae spoke to both the men, not sure if she interrupted anything. She quickly turned to Sherlock to introduce herself and held her hand out to him to shake his. "My name is Mae Imogene. I was asked to work for you" it was obvious by know that she had said yes. She sounded a bit shy, but she was anything but shy. Sherlock would find out soon that she could be just a bitch as he could be.