LIKE SUN AND MOON | Sherlock x Fictional Character

6 - The Lost Girl

When Amber entered the kitchen Sherlock was restlessly meandering around the living room.

'Would you like some tea?' she asked, but she got no answer, so she sat at the kitchen table and began chewing on toast.

'Do you ever eat anything?'

Again, no answer.

'It's very convenient, you know? To answer only those questions that you like.'

'I'm bored! I need a case.' He finally sat down in his armchair, sinking it.

'You're so intelligent and can't take care of yourself?'

Sherlocked ignored her, not even looking in her direction.

'You could always come up with the perfect murder yourself. However, it would have been better if you hadn't implemented it. Or you could always describe the cases you solved after John left. You haven't posted anything on your blog in a long time.'

'Because it is boring...'

Before Amber could answer Mrs. Hudson walked in.

'Sherlock, how many times have I told you that this house is not a laboratory!' She wrinkled her nose. 'It smells here as if you used chemicals instead of perfume.'

Sherlock ignored her. 

'I brought you a newspaper. Why don't you find some interesting case and finally get out of this apartment?' Apparently, Amber was not the only one, who had enough of his moods.

Sherlock accepted the magazine and began aggressively flipping the pages, muttering something under his breath.

Mrs. Hudson walked over to the window and opened it. Outside, another dull, gray day was just beginning. Clouds hung over all of London and it was certain that rain would pour in a moment.

'Anything interesting?' Amber asked when Mrs. Hudson left. Sherlock has picked up the newspaper but without any enthusiasm. 

'Beating. A jealous husband. Missing money. Ex-addict. The opening of a new museum. They will close in a month anyway. A wedding announcement. He's doing it for the money. A lost girl. Teenage rebellion. Boring!'

Suddenly his phone rang.

'We found a body. I think you would like to see it.'

Nothing more needed to be said. Sherlock jumped out of his chair and in a blink of an eye he was already on the stairs.

***

They were standing in the backroom of a small library, looking at the woman lying on the floor. Or rather what was left of that woman.

'Finally, something is happening!' Sherlock said, putting on rubber gloves and leaning over the body. He was trying to hide a little smirk.

Amber knelt on the other side and also began to examine the body.

They hadn't planned to do this.

She surprised them.

But they had a knife and knew how to use it.

Somewhat ineptly, since he couldn't beat her with one good blow.

Maybe they're a sadist?

In any case, not tall, but muscular.

But why did he do that?

'It could have been her, as well as him.'

Lestrade blinked. He had no idea where this question came from. However, by now got used to being always one step behind.

Sherlock stood up.

'Do you know the name of the victim?'

'Mafalda Chase. She used to clean here. Single. No family. No friends. Very interesting.'

'Not really.' Sherlock replied coldly. 'This is very much an ordinary case. The thief wanted to steal something, they probably wanted to break into the jewelry store next door through the library. Unfortunately, he, well, maybe she was surprised by the cleaning lady. They had a knife, so they attacked her and killed her, as you can see, incompetently.

'But what... What was she doing here so late?'

'She accidentally knocked over one cabinet of books and it took her a while to collect them. She has back problems.' Amber interjected.

'I really don't know how you guys do it, but...'

'Boring...' He was interrupted by Sherlock. 'Don't you have a more interesting case?'

'Actually yes.' The office did not pay any attention to the rudeness in Sherlock's voice. 'We are looking for one girl.'

'Margaret? Boring! It's the usual teenage rebellion.'

'Maybe so, but we don't know where she is, and her parents are very anxious to find her.'

'BO-RING!' Sherlock repeated and left the room, leaving Amber alone with Lestrade.

'Can I look at this girl's file?'

***

'Check it out.'

Molly moved away from the microscope so the detective could look through it. He leaned over and examined the sample.

'Interesting... Where did you get this?'

She did not answer, so he raised his head and looked into her eyes. She blushed under his gaze but reciprocated it. They stood like that for a while until Sherlock broke the silence:

'You can come in, Amber.'

She entered the laboratory with a stack of papers.

'I didn't want to disturb you.'

'You did not distu-' Began Sherlock, and his gaze met Amber's gaze and stopped midsentence. He cleared his throat. 'How did you know I would be here?'

'I know you too well.'

Amber put the papers down and took off her wet coat putting it on the table, next to the microscope, ignoring Molly's dissatisfied glance.

'I found something rather interesting by accident.'

'Where did you get it?' Molly asked. 'This is their private information. You have no right to have access to them.'

Amber smirked and glanced at Molly, but then she focused on the documents again.

'Here.' She pointed with her finger. 'The parents of this missing girl. They both have blood type Rh-, and she-' Amber pulled another paper. 'She has Rh+.'

'That's impossible.' muttered Molly.

Sherlock looked at the documents once again.

'So that's why she ran away...'

'And you think...'

Now she looked at him.

'I'm almost sure.'

'Which means we have to find out...'

'And then we'll find her.'

Much like Lestrade before, Molly was now confused by this exchange of information.

'Did you... How do you...?'

But before she could finish, they were gone.

'Well... Bye...? She whispered to herself as the laboratory door shut closed behind them.