For A Little While (BBC Sherlock Prequel/Fan Fiction)

Chapter 4: Shall We?

Alice's point of view

"Thanks,"  I said to the Inspector as he was leaving with the painting.

Sherlock was sitting on my couch, seeming deep in thought.

I'd already seen one dead body and this had something to do with the little girl. I mean, it was the same person! At first, I hoped it wasn't a coincidence, but now, considering the vandalism, I knew it had something to do with me. And Sherlock knew it had something to do with me, too.

I plopped down on the couch and closed my eyes. I pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed.

"The police had checked every corner of my bedroom and they couldn't find any fingerprints so whoever did this knew exactly what they were doing. Another possibility is that someone taught the culprit," I said.

I opened my eyes to see Sherlock looking at me in surprise.

"What?" I demanded, waving my hand in a cpnfused symbol.

"When I first met you I thought you'd be a bit dim but now..." he murmered.

"Are you calling me stupid?" I asked.

"I don't know, am I?" Sherlock remarked, using the same sassy tone that I'd used in my previous question.

I sighed and rubbed my hand down my face.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm just a bit frustrated and..... tired," I admitted. I had just finsihed unpacking everything today and then to run into.... Spock's brother is just a bit overwhelming.

"I understand," he said. I think he's trying to apologize without actually saying the words.

"Anyway, as I was saying, when I first met you I thought you'd be a bit dim," he paused and looked at me but I gave a "go on" expression," but now, since with the idea that someone obviously knew what they were doing, I think you might actually be of some use to me."

I gaped at him.

"Some use to you?" I growled, angry at his choice of words. I sighed and clenched my jaw, trying to calm myself down, I could already feel a pounding headache coming on.

"Okay, okay," I said after relaxing a bit. Don't get upset...

"But, I think you are wrong on the first part. Whoever did this must've been taught," he said, clasping his hands in front of his face.

"How do you know?" I asked, honestly curious.

"The little girl. The painting. The room being trashed. Did you notice anything missing when you looked around?" he asked.

"Wait, wait, wait! Slow down, one thing at a time. The painting, the room being trashed, what exactly does that tell you?" I questioned.

"On the painting, did you notice the hesitation marks? Someone was told to do this, they weren't doing by their own free will. And the little girl, she looked and was dressed like the girl from your painting. But, the thing that you failed to see was the parents.' he said.

"The parents?"

"They looked nothing like her. Did you not look at the living room?" he asked, disbelief apparent in his voice.

"No! I was too involved with the dead ten year old being strung up like a puppet!" I exclaimed.

Sherlock groaned and looked at me.

"Did you see any photos of her? Anywhere?" he said.

I thought back to the house. No, actually, no I didn't.

"Okay, so?"

"So, judging by the Ukrainian books and DVD's, she was recently adopted. Now, onto your room being trashed, did you notice anything missing?" he asked.

I furrowed my brows and then got up. There might be one thing...

I went into my now cleaned up room and Sherlock followed me. I found my jewlery box and opened it. It's missing.

"Shit," I muttered.

"What?" he said, ignoring the fact that I'd just cursed.

"My grandmother's ring. She gave to me for my eleventh birthday! It's kind of like a dream catcher, really. I haven't had a bad dream in eleven years," I explained.

"Why would they take it?" he asked.

"You don't know if they too-"

"Alice." I looked at him and he stared back at me with his beautiful green eyes.

We stood there for a moment, well to me it seemed like hours, just looking at each other. But, to end the moment, Sherlock decided to give me a stern look.

"Okay, maybe they did steal it," I conceded.

**

It's been days since I met Sherlock Holmes. Since the death of Anya Deirdre, A.K.A. Anya Leonid (Sherlock discovered that one). Since the painting.

I never knew that from the moment I met Sherlock, that my life was going to change.

I was sitting on my couch, watching the television and sipping my hot chocolate, when my phone rang. It was 10 AM. Who the hell would be calling me at 10 AM?

Sherlock. Sherlock would.

"Alice?"

"What?" I replied monotonously.

"There's another one."

That was all I needed to make me wide awake and jump up from the couch.

**

A half hour later, I arrived at the scene. Sherlock was leaning against a police car, waiting for me. I hopped out of the cab after paying the man and walked up to him. he lifted the tape for me to climb under it.

"Shall we?" he asked.

I smirked.

"We shall."

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Lol. Sassy Sherlock.

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