Detective Inspector Lestrade, crouching to inspect the lifeless body on the ground. He listed the clues he saw, muttering as the famous consulting detective kept nodding. The investigation seemed to be ordinary, with Sherlock's prideful attitude -- he expected to finish this case in a week or so.
Suddenly, a mysterious aura lingered. Sherlock felt it, with his impeccable intellect and deductive skills. With no alarms, he grabbed the hoodie of a figure that had just walked past him. "A child, are you authorized, or not?" The tall, pale detective said. In a low, intimidating tone. "I'm not a child." The girl responded. The detective let go of the student's hood.
He eyed her, deducing her intentions and occupation. "A criminologist, and a Lestrade." he glared at the pin on her junior police uniform. "Ah, you're Sherlock Holmes the world's been rambling about." the lady replied with the same tone. Lestrade stood up, dusting the dirt off his trousers. "So, you've met my daughter." he said, as Sherlock simply nodded. "Arabella Lestrade, i never properly introduced myself."
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The Criminology Student: A BBC Sherlock Fanfiction
Mystery / ThrillerHey, this is my first sort-of noble that i've published. I've always loved reading and i hope you'll like this fanfic of BBC Sherlock An aspiring detective steps foot in London, the busy streets and billboards didn't peak her interest. Only the poli...
