Madeline Holmes

The Case

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Madeline loved London, the hustle and bustle, and the fashion especially. She hadn't thought about how much she adored fashion until she returned, she just didn't have time within the other odd jobs she took in.

She also liked the people, like her brothers roommate John for example. He was witty and kind, the person who you could probably trust with your problems, except she couldn't tell anyone what was happening with her. But it was refreshing to see someone like that who was in direct association with her brothers.

She accompanied Sherlock and John on a case a month after she arrived in London, it seemed interesting. They walked in to find Lestrade chatting with Donovan. "Hello Greg!" She exclaimed, catching his attention. He looked up and smiled, strolling over to give her a hug.

"It's good to see you again Madeline," he replied as he let her go. Donovan looked annoyed as she joined them.

"Keep your freak brother in check will you?" She sneered and Madeline's eyes narrowed. Greg walked away to talk with Anderson about the crime scene.

"How about you keep your opinions to yourself you abominable twat?" Madeline smiled sweetly. Sherlock looked away to hide his smirk while John looked absolutely shocked, as did Donovan. "Now run along Sally, the professionals need to work," Madeline waved her hand and Sally glared at her for a moment before walking away. Madeline smiled as she turned to the two men.

"Whatever happened to you in America, it's made your language become more vulgar. It's admirable," Sherlock commented.

"Why thank you, brother dear," she replied before setting off towards the body. "Seems as though he was attacked in his flat, even though all the doors and windows were locked from the inside. No forced entry, so the killer must have been inside," she concluded.

"But the building has sensors on every door and every window, nothing was recorded for a door or window opening or closing," Lestrade noted, which made the trio frown. She walked aimlessly around the room, bending down to rub a powder between her fingers. She scooped some into a vial she had brought with her and pocketed it while Sherlock examined the body, with John hovering nearby.

"Stabbed in the kidney, then the heart. Small signs of asphyxiation, but wasn't the cause of death," Sherlock noted.

"Is it possible he was strangled then stabbed?" John asked, and she shrugged, playing slightly confused. She had seen this before, more than a few times. Sherlock stood and strolled out, followed by the other two. Madeline turned around and smiled, a smile that could get her everything she asked. And it usually did. "It was very nice to see you all again. Except for you two," she gestured at Donovan and Anderson. "It's nice to see you cheating on your wife with her, Anderson," she winked and dashed to find her brother and John.

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The trio continued to St. Bart's. Madeline claimed the microscope, pulling her sample from her pocket. She stared into the eyepiece for a moment before nodding and throwing out the sample. John stared at her oddly.

"Why did you just throw that away?" he asked.

"It's not important," she replied, before standing up quickly and walking out the door. John frowned and glanced at Sherlock, who had replaced her spot at the microscope. He glanced up at John. "What?" he asked.

"Is she alright?"

"Yeah, fine," he replied, uninterested, before returning to his work.

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She hailed a cab to Baker Street, eyes on her phone. She knew what the powder was, of course she did. She'd seen it too many times to be surprised. She glanced out the window, then to the rearview mirror, where the cabbie's coal black eyes bored into hers. She glared and turned back to her phone.

"Will this take long?" she asked. "I'm kind of on a schedule."

"Not long," he replied, his eyes returning to normal, a murky brown. "Just as long as it takes to carve the life out of you, Madeline Holmes," he grinned evilly.

"You should really keep your eyes on the road," she commented absently. "Accidents are caused by drivers not paying attention to the road," he glared at her and she sweetly smiled at him. "Plus sweetie, we don't want to cause a scene do we?"

"I'm going to rip out your guts and show you your own beating heart, you stone cold bitch," he spat and she wrinkled her nose.

"You act as if I am another dimwit who you have decided to chat up, but you forget who I am?" she asked, tilting her head slightly to the right. "What I have learned? Did you kill that man? Use his body to murder then dispose of him?" the man nodded, a smirk plastered on his face.

"Can't be walking around in the same meat suit for too long, police catch onto your trail."

"Since when do demons care about police?" she asked.

"It makes killing the occasional human a bit more tricky when there are security cameras at every corner, a little more messy," he sneered.

"I'd forgotten how completely messed up you demons are," she replied.

He continued driving, not answering her. She sighed. "How's hell this time of year?" she asked.

"You curious about what it's like when you get there?" he smirked and she shook her head.

"I'm curious because that's where I'm gonna send you," she replied before reciting an exorcism. He growled and grabbed for her throat, but she was just out of his reach. She spoke fast but consice and before long, putrid black smoke erupted from the cabbie and flew into the vents and out from under the hood. The cabbie slumped forward unconsious. Madeline cursed and shot forward to grab the steering wheel. She directed it to the nearest lane to the curb and the man slowly woke up.

"Listen, I can help you but you have to ease your foot off the gas so I can pull this over," she spoke calmly to him and he obeyed, looking confused and frightened. "Are you alright?" she asked when they were safely parked.

"How did I get here?" he asked.

"Let me drive you to a hospital, I'll try to explain on the way," she replied and gave him a small smile.

"I killed people," he cried suddenly after she started driving. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. "That wasn't you, you were possessed," she explained. "And when we get you to St. Bart's, do me a favour and don't tell the doctors that. It's what gets you in a strait jacket," she smirked as she drove. The drive was silent as she pulled up to the hospital. She got out and helped him out of the car, helping him stay up as they walked in.

"You'll be alright now," she smiled before strolling out the door. She flagged another cab that took her back to Baker Street. As soon as the car stopped she threw some money at the cabbie before setting out. She pulled out her phone and dialled.

"Dean? They found me."

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Haha slipped an Easy A reference into this chapter

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