Sherlock - One shots || X Female

Summer wine with a shot of murder

Hope yall know the song Summer wine from Nancy Sinatra

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Strawberries, Cherries and an angel's kissing spring
My summer wine is really made for all these things..

"Sir we got a body." A police officers said as he entered Detective Inspector Lestrade's office in a hurry.

I walked in town on silver spurs that jingled to..

He looked at him in disbelief as he saw him. Legs on his table and a box of donuts next to him. The radio in the background playing the songs quietly and before the disturbing his head moved to the rhythm of the song. His fingers were sticky from the sweet sugar donut.

A song that I had only sang to just a few..

"Not our division unless he's actually dead." He said and waited until the officer would leave again.

"Sir he is actually dead." The man said unsure.

"Oh wait, right, it actually is our division. Give me the file." He said and reached after the file in the officers hand.

He gave it to him and waited for instructions.

She saw my silver spurs and said let's pass some time..

"What?" Lestrade said suspicious. He flipped through the file over and over again.
"No wound, no blood, no weapon, no clues. Seriously?" He questioned.

"Yes sir." The officer said confirming.

And I will give to you summer wine..

With a sigh he stood up, closed the file and took his jacket.

"Call Sherlock Holmes."

Oh, oh summer wine..

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"You need me?" Sherlock Holmes said to Lestrade as he got out of his taxi, followed by Y/N.
"Yes, I thought you would like this." He explained and leaded him into to mansion. The house was big, looked like a castle in the more country side of London. It was surrounded by a hedge and in the front was a beautiful garden with a big entrance to the house. The owner, Angelo Burretti, was part of the wealthiest man in London. Nearly every weekend he hosted a party at his mansion.

The inside was as splendid as the outside. Everything in white marble, large rooms filled with expensive furniture and things most people can only dream of. Shiny wooden floors and chandeliers with gemstones above their heads. To put the whole crown on, there were also maids and butlers running around.

They went through the big hall, passed some smaller rooms through a corridor until they reached the stairs which leaded down to the big wine cellar.

While Mr Burretti talked with Lestrade, the investigation team was already working on the inspections and the death body.

"Very pity don't you think?" Y/N wishpered next to Sherlock.

"What?" He asked while putting on some gloves.

"The mansion." She cleared. "Its too much.".

Sherlock nodded.
With that the conversation was ended.

He went over to the body, kneeled down and started doing his deducing thing.
"The men's name is Lloyd Baker, he was one of Mr Burrettis employees. He was found by one of the maids who was about to bring a bottle of wine to the guests." Y/N read out of the file.