Sherlock's Secret Sister

Chapter 1

I walked into the house and all the decorations and furniture were moved. Nobody was home, except a dead body, and other people. Probably police. "Hold on there," a man said, "Who are you?"  "Cassie," i said," Cassie Holmes."  "Detective Inspector Lestrade," he said. "I know, Sherlock knows I'm here," I  said,starting to smirk. He groans,"another Holmes. Go on in," Lestrade said,"be careful." I know, I'm not an idiot like everyone else, I thought, walking in. 

    John looks up from the body," who's this, Sherlock?" "My sister, she's here because I need her,"Sherlock said. I was actually happy to be here, I loved solving cases with my brother. "Really, why her," John asked. "She's like me, but she's a secret consulting detective,'Sherlock mumbled. "Why didn't you tell me Sherlock," John started, getting mad. I ignored them, walking over to the body, and start observing," Male, mid-30's, married, unhappily, he was having an affair,according to the inside of the ring," I mumbled. "Good Cassie, I also need you to do something else," Sherlock said, looking at me.

      "What do you need," I said, standing up from the body, and turning to Sherlock." I need you to hack into something for me," Sherlock mumbled. " I thought you could do that yourself, Sherlock," I said, smirking. 'Well, maybe I want you to do it,"Sherlock said, rolling his eyes. "Oh, so she's a hacker too! Great just great." John raised his voice, obviously angry. "Well obvously John. I can only ask her every once in a while," Sherlock replied, looking to John. "Fine," John said, glaring at me, which I ignore. I can already tell I don't like him. "Wound marks on his neck, and bullet wounds in his arm and leg," I say, looking to Sherlock, pointing them out. "Good," Sherlock smirked. 

       John gets up and leaves," Did I do something wrong,"I ask, looking at the door. Sherlock shakes his head,'no,continue." I nod and grabs some rubber gloves from my pocket, putting them on as I crouch down next to the body, and I run my fingers along the back and under the collar," It's wet."  Sherlock stood up, taking his phone out, and searching something,"Cardiff has been raining. What about his marriage?" 

       "Unhappily married, ring looks about 10 years old, has... had a string of lovers," I say, checks the bodies pockets,"where's the phone?"  Sherlock smirks,"exactly." I stand up and look around, "suitcase?"

     "Anderson, go away. You're putting us off," Sherlock said, glaring at the man in the doorway. "Who's this,"Anderson asked.