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sherlock/sophie ~ mafia au for fyrefly

[wereall_addicts]

"I still don't understand what we need another hitter for."

"We don't need another hitter." Sophie strolls through the hotel, heels scuffing against the carpet as she walks. Her hands are buried in the pockets of her trenchcoat, and she walks with purpose, even now. Everything should have purpose to it, in the end, and she hopes that the man they're going to see will respect that. "What we need is a hitter who never needs to throw a punch."

Sherlock is walking beside her, hands in his pockets as well, eyes ever roaming the walls and picking up on all the details, leaving Sophie room to pick up on the nuance. They made a good team that way. After all, there's a reason why no one is stupid enough to cross her crew. They don't want to clean up the mess that's left behind.

The door to the apartment is open, to indicate that someone is getting ready to leave in a hurry, but they don't let him get that far. They move to the open doorway, each leaning against one side. His back is to them, but he knows they're there.

"If you're here, you better not be waving a gun."

She smirks, but Sherlock is the one who speaks. "Do we really seem like the kind of people who need to walk around waving guns?"

The man turns to face them, sizing them both up with a glance and a stare, and Sophie straightens a little more, closing the distance between them. "Hello, Eliot," she sighs, reaching up to play with the lapels of his jacket. "We have a proposition for you."