Teen!WhoLock

Chapter Eleven: Summer

I waited impatiently by the body for the the police, as did Sherlock. When a police officer did finally come over, he snapped at us to step away from the body before we contaminate the crime scene.

"Well, while you were eating donuts and basically not doing your job, we were examining the body and we have all the details." Sherlock sassed.

The officer glowered at us before nastily asking, "What?"

"Cause of death was blunt force trauma, although the killer stabbed the victam several times in the abdomen. She also put up a fight, seeing those nasty defensive wounds." I said, quickly kneeling and pointing out what I was talking. "The victim is Lorna Bucket, she goes to our school."

"She was also killed somewhere on school grounds, but not here. She was dropped here." Sherlock added.

"How do you figure that?" the police asked, trying to sound rude, but I could hear the slight tinge of wonder and curiousity.

"The dirt." I answered. "It has a reddish tinge found only on school grounds, but this has a more darker soil variation, as opposed to the dirt around here."

The officer nodded, his face emotionless.

"I'm still going to have to question you two." he admitted.

"There's a murderer out there, quite possibly still on school grounds." Sherlock said, annoyed.

"Sherlock, just go with it, and try not to get yourself arrested." I hissed, elbowing him in the ribs. He glared at me, and I realized that I might had elbowed him a little too hard.

Meh. Too lazy to be concerned.

I was taken to an area further in the woods, but the multitude of police officers were still visible.

My questioner was a female who looked unnervingly like Sally Donovan, so I guessed that she was a sibling. Turns out I was right- she was Sergeant Annie Donovan, and was a very protective older sister. And also has a habit of gossiping, so when I questioned her, she spilled all the details, like how this was the fourth murder on these school grounds, and there has been at least five mysterious disappearances.

After my "questioning" was done, I walked towards where Gabi, Doctor, and John were waiting.

"You'll never believe what I found." I said in a singsong voice.

"That Sherlock got arrested?" John said, staring over my shoulder.

"What?" I said. "Are you kidding me?"

Sherlock had his hands handcuffed behind his back and was arguing with an angry looking officer, who was trying to ignore him. Another officer was trying to argue with Sherlock's arresting officer, and Sherlock's arresting officer was waving his hands around angrily.

Finally, the arresting officer forcefully shoved Sherlock against the car and unlocked the handcuffs. Sherlock walked towards us, scowling and rubbing where the metal probably pinched against his wrists.

Once he got there, I flicked his ear causually.

"Ow!" he snapped. "What was that for?!"

"I told you not to get arrested." I shot back.

"Well it's not my fault that his wife walked out on him last night. He shouldn't have been so careless as to leave another woman's clothes in his bed." Sherlock argued.

"Well, you don't tell people that!"

"Why? He was obviously wrong."

"Nobody like to be told that they are wrong, Sherlock, especially by a fifteen year old donkey."

"Donkey?" Sherlock asked incredulously.

"I don't like to swear." I said, crossing my arms.

"Oh, just kiss already!" Gabi blurted. Everyone in our little group looked at her with shock. I started blushing, and both Sherlock and I stepped away from each other on instinct.

"What was that insane outburst for?" Sherlock demanded. Gabi crossed her arms and sighed.

"Well, you two already argue like a couple, so why not become one?" she asked sassily.

There was silence, and another random gunshot. Everyone flinched.

"Gabi?" I finally asked.

"Yes."

"You really need to work on your logic skills."

"Yep."

There was some more silence, really awkward silence, and another gunshot.

"Well..." I said uncertainly. "I found out that this is the fourth murder on school grounds."

That got everyone's attention. Quickly, I spilled what I knew. Once I was finished, Sherlock was grinning like a madman, and the Doctor looked troubled.

"Snapped necks?" he questioned. "Are you sure?"

I nodded.

He muttered something under his breath, and I could hear the word 'angel'. Gabi looked at him, alarm quickly flashing across her face. But it was gone so fast that I wasn't sure what I saw.

"Four murders, five missing people, and no one knows how this is happening?" Sherlock said, grinning madly. "The game is on!"