Melody Holmes, a genius daughter

chapter 2

Sherlock's pov
"There's been a fourth, there is something different about this one." I looked out the window and saw the police car, I knew they wouldn't come to me if they didn't have any other options so there has clearly been another suicide.

I heard foot steps running up the stairs just before the Detective Inspector barged in rather impolitely. Dr Watson was still sitting in the armchair to my left, his psychosomatic limp bothering him so much so he needed a walking stick.

"When?" I spoke before the DI could utter a word. He didn't bother saying anything more than, "Brixton, Laurinston Gardens,"

Finally something worth my time and intelligence but I knew that this one was different.

"What about this one? You never would have come to me if there wasn't something different."
"You know how they never leave notes?"
"Yeah"
"This one did. Will you come?"
"Who's on forensics?"
"It's Anderson," Lestrade answers. This was not good, he was an idiot who had probably already contaminated the crime scene with his incompetence.

"Anderson won't work with me."
"Well, he won't be your assistant," Lestrade answers as if the idiot would just leave me alone because of that simple fact. I wonder what it would be like in their tiny minds, never quite comprehending everything around them.

"I need an assistant." I needed someone with medical experience to examine the body and tell me the actual findings and diagnostics. I was pulled out of my thoughts again by an annoying voice, "Will you come?"

"Not in a police car. We'll be right behind." As soon as he left and closed the door behind him I couldn't contain my excitement anymore, four suicides, it was a gift to save me from my boredom. A smile crept into my face as I jumped around.

"Ahhh, brilliant! Yes! Four serial suicides and now a note! Oh, It's Christmas!" I couldn't wait a second longer and without looking grabbed my coat and scarf. " Mrs. Hudson will be late. Might need some food."

"I am your landlady, dear, not your housekeeper." Though she sighed in defeat as walked out the door. I grabbed my black gloves and put them on before walking back into the living room to see Dr Watson sitting, looking ready for a rush of adrenaline.

"Your a doctor, in fact an army doctor."
He cleared his throat as he grabbed his walking stick and stood up, "Yes."
"Any good?"
"Very good."
I knew he was looking for that hit of adrenaline he was missing, he was obviously suffering from withdrawal.
"Seen alot of injuries then violent deaths?"
"Hmm, yes" was his response as I approached him.
"Bit of trouble to, I guess?"
"Of course, yes. Enough for a life time, far too much."
"Wanna see some more?" A rygreen made itself present on my face, I had myself a new assistant.
"Oh God, yes."

I then strode down the steps of 221b Baker's street, Dr Watson hobbling behind me. Mrs Hudson was in the hall then I remembered asking her for tea. " Sorry Mrs. Hudson, I'll skip the tea ,off out."
"Both of you?"
I spin back on my heels to face her and kiss her on the cheek, "Possible suicides? four of them? There's no point sitting at home when there's finally something fun going on!"

My final words before I was out the door was, "The game is on."

I hailed down a cab and sat down, Watson slid in afterwards.