Sherlock's POV (Yay!)
"Come on John, we're going to be late!" I was called in this morning by Scotland Yard, asking if I could come down for an hour. It's probably another simple case that their minuscule minds cannot handle, but, as I was so bored I might shoot the wall again, I decided to go down anyway. When John was finally ready, we bid Mrs Hudson goodbye and caught a taxi to Scotland Yard. When we got there, it looked completely normal; there was the group of underpaid employees, huddled in a corner, 'not smoking' as their bosses and wives wouldn't allow it; the grubby Scotland Yard sign with about 20 years of rust; the bored receptionist inside, hiding her phone behind a magazine. I sauntered down the corridors to the office of Greg Lestrade, John behind me trying to match my walking pace.
I knew, by the fact his office door was slightly ajar, that Lestrade himself was inside, so I didn't bother knocking and instead just entered. "What is it this time? Where's the case?" Gordon merely stood up and gestured to follow him down another series of corridors. "About 3 years ago, we were contacting regarding a 10 year old girl with an extremely high intellect. This girl was taken in by Scotland Yard as an 'apprentice' to learn the standard her knowledge was. 3 years on, she's basically become our secret weapon, due to the fact she is the brightest person in Scotland Yard, despite the fact she's only 13. In fact the only person who shares her I.Q is... well, you."
I had to take a moment to process this. I've met a few people as brilliant as myself, but never someone as young as 13. Sure she can do maths and science and all that, but can she find out someone's job through the state of their clothes? Or even solve logical problems, such as murders? I highly doubt it, but I must keep a clear mind for the situation.While I was thinking, I almost didn't realise that Gordon had started talking again. "See yesterday, she was working on a forget-me-spray with Doctor Smith, but accidentally became exposed to it. At first, we though it hadn't affected her, but this morning we found that she has no recollection of past events. That's where you come in. We'd like you to test her to the best of her abilities, just to make sure she's as intelligent as she was before."
I chuckled to myself upon hearing this; if I was to ask her questions at that level, I'd be the only person in the room to actually understand the question. Once we'd got to a different corridor, Lestrade left us with instructions on where to go and went off to some 'urgent' business that needed his attention. Following these instructions, I strode off with John. We were walking at a fast pace until I bumped into some teenage girl. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking wher-", she stopped short after looking up. "Bloody hell, you're Sherlock Holmes, are you not?" Slightly surprised at the formal tone in her voice, I nodded, possibly smugly. Sticking her hand out, she introduced herself, "I'm Cla-, I mean Penelope. Penelope Guinevere Swan." I noted the hesitation in her vioice, before shaking her hand. Then, something suddenly clicked.
"Hey, you're the child protégé?" I asked, with a slight tone of surprise. She nodded looking modestly down at the floor. So, I decided to be kind and ask, "why don't you come with us to the room you've been assigned? It must be a lot more interesting than wandering aimlessly alone." Apparently, John wasn't expecting this gesture of kindness to come from me, as the look on his face immediately transformed into surprise. With that, we kept on walking. Behind me, I heard Penelope talking to John. "So, you're a blog writer! Would you be able to give me any tips?" I almost laughed at this, as John loves people who have actually aknowledged him as a writer. We finally got there to see another Scotland Yard worker, whom our new associate went over to talk to. John and I went off to sit down at the side of the room and talked. "Do you think she's a bit odd?" I finally asked John. I wanted to know John's opinion on our 'protege' to try and conform my suspsions. "Who?" He replied, puzzled.
"Penelope, of course."
Well, she's definately different. But, she seems like a normal, how do I put this, geek? She's sort of similar to you." I gave John the look, so he continued, "Well, she does seem like a bit of a sociopath, but acts quite confident. Plus, she was pointing stuff out to me that usually someone like you could only notice. Just give her a chance." I was surprised that such wise words could come from John, but I suppose he could have a point. Not that I'd say so.