Little Games - Sherlock X Reader

(S-1Ep-1)Fifty Shades Of Pink

The journey up onto the landing was basically you mentally preparing your brain so you don't say or do anything stupid; well, that was the plan.

As you approached the room where the victim lay, you were expecting just a normal dead position- on your back, on your side, that sort of thing. But when you saw the body, you just imagined Professor  Umbridge face-planting onto the floor, which made you want to laugh- You couldn't help it, it did actually seem a little bit amusing- but luckily you managed to mask your giggles with coughing and clearing your throat. John looked to you with a raised brow, as if he could hear your laughs loud and clear, but you sported a straight face, so it couldn't possibly be that. Your poker face was unbeatable, right?

"You okay there?" That question made you instantly sigh with relief. In your head, mind you.

"Just fine." You replied with a small smile. The staircase made you quite dizzy, but at least you didn't look like a drunk idiot.
"I can give you two minutes." Lestrade told you three; mostly Sherlock though. He replied swiftly.
"May need longer."

Lestrade chose to ignore his irritating tone and started to speak again.
"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." Sherlock had finished putting his gloves on by the time you had reached the door.

You had a glance around the bare room to see nothing but a rocking horse in the corner on the far side and some police equipment. You all stood in front of the door, assessing what might of happened... Well, Sherlock did, you didn't know what to do since you were quite new to murders. You were only recently on a couple, but still, a novice you were.

"Shut up." Sherlock said suddenly, startling you a little bit. You turned to John and then Lestrade. He looked a bit puzzled.
"I didn't say anything." He replied.
"You were thinking. It's annoying." Sherlock stated, and slowly stepped towards the body. You looked Lestrade over to see how Sherlock knew, even though it's a little bit obvious, but caught him exchanging glances with John instead. You silently crept towards Sherlock, looking over his shoulder. You inspected the damage. The woman was writing something with her finger. Her left index finger. It looks like she was still trying to write when she died. So that concludes that she was of course left handed. You followed Sherlock's gaze to the word 'Jennifer' had engraved on the floor. Raché. You blinked in surprise. German lessons at school were quite easy for you; there was always a loophole into other languages you knew. Raché means revenge. You thought triumphantly, happy that you knew at least one thing. As if Sherlock read your thoughts, he shook his head and you frowned.

Well, if it isn't German, then what is she trying to-

Rachel! It was a name! So she was still writing! Sherlock moved away, and you quietly moved, hoping that Sherlock didn't see or hear you.

Why don't you just leave? You don't want to get in the way, do you?

You shook your head and the question erased itself from your thoughts, for now... Wouldn't want that to think about at the moment.

As you looked to Sherlock again, you noticed that he had ran his fingers along Jennifer's coat, looking at them as a glint made itself visible to you. Wet.

You suspected that it rained, and if it rained, then there must be an- Oh, there is! The white umbrella was obviously dry. Sherlock put the umbrella where he found it, and moved his fingers along the underneath of the collar of Jennifer's coat.

Wait, Jennifer's too long. Let's call her Jenny.

Anyway, Sherlock looked at his fingers after wiping them underneath the collar of Jenny's coat. Wet again.