Y/n Holmes

♤A study in pink♤

We climb up the stairs to where the body is but instead greeted by non other than Anderson.

"Ah, Anderson. Here we are again." Sherlock said

"It's a crime scene. I don't want it contaminated. Are we clear on that?" 

Sherlock takes a deep breath in. "Quite clear. And is your wife away for long?"

"Oh, don't pretend you worked that out. Somebody told you that."

"Your deodorant told me that."

"My deodorant?"

"It's for men."

"Well, of course it's for men! I'm wearing it!"

"So's Sergeant Donovan."

I smirk while John stands there awkwardly

"Ooh, and I think it just vaporised. May I go in?"

Anderson pointed a finger at sherlock "Now look: whatever you're trying to imply ..."

"I'm not implying anything."

"I'm sure Sally came round for a nice little chat, and just happened to stay over." Sherlock adds walking past him towards the front door.

"And I assume she scrubbed your floors, going by the state of her knees."

We walked inside to and see a pile of coveralls and gloves.

"You need to wear one of these." Sherlock said to me and john. I sighed and picked one up and groaned.

"Who's this?" Greg says, referring to John, however Sherlock had already shot upstairs.

"Hes with us" i say

"But who is he?"

"i said he with us."

We head upstairs to see sherlock impatiently waiting at the door " I can give you two minutes." Greg says unlocking the door

"may need longer." Sherlock replies looking around the room.

The was a lady laying face down.

"Her name's Jennifer Wilson according to her credit cards. We're running them now for contact details. Hasn't been here long. Some kids found her." Greg said

The room was empty except from the rocking horse in the corner. The lady was laying face down, wearing a hot pink rain coat, pink heels etcetera.

John looked at the body with such pain and sadness.

I suppose ive gotten used to it. The first time i saw a dead body i almost died myself. I guess the shock has worn off.

Sherlock sighs.

"shut up" i say, turning to Greg.

"I didn't say anything!"

"You were thinking. It's annoying him." I say.

Sherlock examines the body, looking at the writing on the floor she had scratched, running his gloved finger down her coat, her golden bracelet, earrings, neckless, ring. He removes the ring and examines it further.

ive always found my brother an inspiration. ever since i was little, i wanted to be just like him. But not a psychopath.

"Anything to share with the class, Sherly?" I tease

"Not much" He says nonchalantly

Then Anderson speaks, leaning on the door way, "She's German. 'Rache': it's German for 'revenge.' She could be trying to tell us something ..."