Till Death Do Us Part

Chapter One - Zander

It was a warm, summer morning at Baker Street. I was sat on the sofa in 221B listening to my dads, Sherlock Holmes and John Watson, muttering things at the TV. I was forced to get up and remove myself from the hilarity of Sherlock continuously trying to guess the age of some antiques and repeatedly getting it wrong because the alarm on my phone went off, reminding me to go feed my rats, Scab and Rigor Mortis. I walked past the kitchen and down to my room, just opposite to the bathroom and to the right of my dads' room, and grabbed the small bowl out of the rats' cage. I went over to the kitchen and put some apple and broccoli pieces in the bowl. I also took a small amount of bread. As I put the bowl back and scattered the bread around the cage, I heard someone running up the stairs. I heard them speak. It was Lestrade. A very out of breath Lestrade.

I entered the living room to greet Lestrade "Hello, Detective Inspector Gregory Lestrade." I said jokingly.
"Uhh yeah… oh sorry. Hi Zand." mumbled Greg. It was obvious he had something on his mind. Sherlock also picked up on this and shifted in his black, leather chair. John buried his face in his palms as he knew what was about to happen.
"Lestrade, by your quivering eyebrows and your shaking left hand and the fact you constantly keep checking your watch, I can tell that you have something pressing to tell me so please, before you explode and ruin Mrs Hudson's wallpaper with your insides, tell us what the matter is." I couldn't help but smile.
"Right, yeah, so. We've got four bodies on the bank of the Thames. It's a pretty standard serial killing but we thought you'd be interested." replied Lestrade. Sherlock leaped out of his chair and started jumping around like an oversized toddler.
"Yes! Yess! Finally a serial killer. I've been waiting for agggeesssss!!! Ahh, these criminal classes are finally doing something interesting!"
"Will you take the case then, Sherlock?" Lestrade asked.
"Of course, of course, of course," he replied. "Can we bring Peggy as well?" Lestrade looked around confused as he looked for, what he was assuming, a woman called Peggy.
"The dog, Greg." laughed John as he pointed to the Chocolate Labrador resting on the sofa. Lestrade said that she could come so I asked if I could come as well. After all, it would be unfair to let a dog have all the fun of hanging around a crime scene. Lestrade agreed that I could come as well.
"Oh and I'm dragging Emily along as well. Mycroft's in government-y meetings almost all day and we're not leaving her alone at home all that time." added Lestrade.
"Oh how fun! A family outing!" said Sherlock sarcastically as he rolled his eyes. I scowled at Sherlock but he smiled back.
"Good idea Sherlock!" exclaimed John. Sherlock turned to his husband with a puzzled look on his face. "Well if it's going to be a family outing, Zand might as well invite his friends." mentioned John. Lestrade agreed.
"Fineeee." groaned Sherlock."Who else is coming then?" he asked me.
"Umm… Xavier and Siril. Is that okay?" I asked.
"Ah, your boyfriend and your best friend. How lovely!" he said as he rolled his eyes again.
"Oh shut up! Don't pretend that you don't like kids all of a sudden. Anyways, you'll like my friends." I said. "If I like them, you'll like them. We might be able to help as well, you know." I explained.
"I'll call your brother," said Lestrade as he looked at Sherlock. "And, I'll get him to arrange a cab to go get those kids he–" he pointed to me, "was on about."

After Lestrade had called his husband, Mycroft, we waited about ten minutes until Xavier and Siril finally arrived. John, Sherlock, Greg and I all walked down to meet them. As Xavier tried to get out of the cab, Sherlock grabbed his shoulders, turned him around and told him to get back in. He told me to get in and said that Mycroft had probably already paid - or possibly threatened - the driver so there's no need to pay. Sherlock checked his phone and resentfully got into Mycroft's car with John and Lestrade. "Hello, brother, mine" said Mycroft.
"Shut up, Mycroft. Excuse me, driver? Can you please hurry because I'm about to asphyxiate my brother and I don't know how I feel about getting arrested by my brother-in-law." Sherlock replied as he glared at Mycroft.