As predicted. It's nice to be right, and Kalinda generally is, but there's something about Sherlock Holmes that doesn't quite put him in the realm of unpredictability (everyone is knowable), and it means she has to give it some thought. It's a challenge that hasn't actually been issued as a challenge that she's already enjoying.

"I am," she admits with the barest hint of amusement. "And it is." Her eyes don't narrow, but there's something suddenly openly calculating about the look she gives him now. "Amazing how easily placated some people can be by a smile." Now that could be the joke shared between them. "You're not a cop. In-house?" Her head tilts slightly and quickly, almost birdlike, "No, wait. Private."