Orphan (A Sherlock Fanfiction)

Mori-whoty?

You guessed it something is up and it involves Moriarty...well i still don't own Sherlock(thank you admiral achbar i didn't know it was a trap)

I woke to the sound of a violin being played and I felt so peaceful. It was really good and i wanted to cry. I slowly made my way into the living space to see Sherlock playing a violin. I clapped slowly as he came to a stop.

"Good to know I thought right," I said nodding to myself.

"At least you somewhat use you-" Sherlock began but was cut of by his phone ringing.

"Lestrade now is not the ti- Moriarty," Sherlock closed the phone excitedly.

"Sherlock?" i questioned.

"He made a move! He was quite but he made a move!" Sherlock exclaimed.

"Who?"

"Moriarty!"

"Mori-whoty?"

"Moriarty."

"Got it."

"Let's go!" Sherlock yelled, putting on his coat and scarf.

"Where?" I questioned fallowing him, grabbing my sweater on the way out.

After we grabbed a cab and we arrived at what seemed to be a crime scene. I suddenly got nervous. I let out a sigh and fallowed Sherlock out of the car.

"Freak, what are you doing here and who's this? You should know not to bring a child to a crime scene," a woman said.

"This is Delilah, and for now she is going to be helping me. That is until the Orphanage decides to get her," he said. I nodded in agreement, didn't know what i was agreeing to but it was something.

"But she is a child! Lestrade!" she said.

"Lestrade," Sherlock said giving him a look.

Lestrade let out a sigh of irritation. I was completely confused I had no idea why i was at a crime scene.

"Pickles..." I said awkwardly. Once again I gained weird looks. I laughed.

"Sherlock, do you have to do things that could get me into trouble?" Lestrade said as he showed us into the crime scene.

"Yes I do," Sherlock said with a straight face. I couldn't help but to laugh. Of course my laughter caused weird looks.

"Am I not allowed to have humor? You guys," I shook my head jokingly. At this point I'm certain that they think im nuts, and I made it worse by asking the million dollar question,"So I'm guessing this is a murder can already tell this is done by someone who wont show himself. He had other people do his dirty work."

"What?" Lestrade questioned.

"My massive-... Never mind," I said but whispered 'dick' to my self though i think both Sherlock and Lestrade heard me. Lestrade gave me an irritated look and Sherlock snickered.

"Okay so where is the body?" i continued, pretending nothing was said, "Oh, there! Gloves are needed! Where are they?" i looked back at Lestrade. He points and I fallow his finger with my eyes then get them on in a hurry.

I go over to the body and look closely at it and start analyzing it. My dyslexia tends to help when I'm concentrating on things. Words started popping up in my mind pointing things out, like the scuff marks and the bullet size indicating the type of gun used there were tracks left in the blood and that was done on purpose.

"What did you figure out?" Sherlock questioned.

"Well the shoe size of the murderer, the type of gun used to kill the man, and the fact that those tracks were left on purpose. Oh and what type of shoe and the fact that the sole was black. It looks like victim also put up a fight, he attempted to take the gun away and also punched the guy who killed him. Oh and uh, the murderer was hired and was a girl. How do i know you ask? Well the cloth in the hands of this guy, it came from her dress. Needless to say this kid was going for the cute look. Oh, also she is about my age," I rambled for a moment.

"Looks like there is another freak in town," the lady from before said.

"Well no, I'm certain I'm not a sociopath but I certainly am high functioning," I say with a slight giggle.

"We're leaving," Sherlock said, I could tell he was thinking about something.

We got in a cab and headed back to 221B Baker St. We sat in quite and were left alone with our thoughts when i realized something.

"That was his daughter!" we said at the same time,"he was abusive she wanted revenge so Moriarty gave her means to kill him!"We got out of the cab and rushed up stairs.

"Sherlock, Delilah! Where have you been?" Mrs Hudson yelled.

"Not now Mrs Hudson!" Sherlock and I yelled, I added on an apologetic, "Sorry!"

Also guys i want you to know i didn't prewrite any of this so if it's bad im sorry.