Summary: Nichole Mikaelson is the twin sister to the Original Hybrid, Niklaus. After she and her twin break the curse on them releasing their wolves Nichole or Nikki as she prefers to be called moves to London not wanting anything to do with her br...
(Lestrade opened the box to see inside a black and lemon baltic amber bracelet. Looking up at the hybrid in shock at the gift he gave her a smile that showed he was confused.)
NIKKI: That bracelet is laced with vervain. It will stop any of my kind from compelling you, a type of mind control. John and Sherlock have the same one. But right now isn't the time to talk about my immortality, the game is on.
***Now***
(ST BARTHOLOMEW'S HOSPITAL. Sherlock has brought the trainers to a lab and is putting on a pair of latex gloves while he looks closely at them, Nikki standing protectively at her mate's side. He picks them up, examines the laces carefully, and peers at the shoes from all directions, then digs out dried mud from the treads in the soles and puts it into a dish. Putting the shoes down again, he looks at them thoughtfully.)
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(Later, he is sitting at a bench looking into a microscope while, beside him, a computer screen shows that a scanner of some sort is running tests. Nikki sat on a stool next to her mate, her head leaning against his shoulder as she watched him work. John is wandering up and down on the other side of the bench.)
John So, who d'you suppose it was?
(A phone trills a text alert.)
Sherlock (absently, not reacting to the alert): Hmm?
John: The woman on the phone - the crying woman.
Nikki: Oh, she doesn't matter. She's just a hostage. No lead there.
John (exasperated): For God's sake, I wasn't thinking about leads.
Nikki: You're not going to be much use to her.
(Sherlock glances across to the scanner as it continues throwing up "NO MATCH" results, then looks back into the microscope.)
John: Are-are they trying to trace it, trace the call?
Sherlock: The bomber's too smart for that.
(The same phone as before trills another text alert.)
Sherlock: Pass me my phone.
(John looks around the room.)
John: Where is it?
Sherlock: Jacket.
(Nikki giggled at the look on John's face before moving out of his way. John straightens up slowly, his entire body going rigid in disbelief and his eyes broadcasting the message "I am going to kill him." Turning to his right, he marches stiffly around the table, slams one hand onto Sherlock's left shoulder, and roughly pulls open his jacket with the other as he starts to rummage in his inside pocket.)
