Not Everyone Needs A Title

Chapter 7

Sherlock went through school pretty fast after that. 2 years after he graduated, the hospital let him work there. Patients didn't like him for 2 reasons. 1 he was a child. 2 he was rude. So they sent Sherlock various places around the hospital and ultimately placed him in the morgue.

"Great. Dead people. At least they won't complain to me. Or about me. Or at all." Sherlock says to himself

Being now 18 he's looking for his own flat. But he can't get one until he has the money to do so. He starts thinking about possible ways to bring up some of his own money.

"I hate small children and animals. So I guess anything to do with me going to people's homes is out. I could try working with the police. No. They wouldn't hire a teenager. I'm probably smarter than them anyway."

"You could be a private investigator?" Says a small girl about Sherlocks age. She looks oddly familiar but Sherlock can't place her

"So you believe I'm smart?" Sherlock asks her

"Obviously. Or they wouldn't let you work here."

"How do you know I'm not hers for training or waiting for someone?" He asks

"You've a name tag. It says staff. Has your picture so you didn't steal it. And you can be much older than me." She says shyly

"Good. Most people would just dismiss me as rich because they don't like to feel stupid."

The girl nods awkwardly and shuffles off to find someone. A PI did sound like a good job but he still wanted to solve murders. A PI wouldn't get that kind of access.

"Consulting Detective. Police can come to me and I can do my own things. Perfect."

"What's that?" Asks a man who looks to be 24 or so

"A job. Who are you?"

"Mike Stanford. Your name is?"

"Sherlock Holmes."

"So what is a consulting Detective?" He asks

"When the police are out of their depth, which is always, they come to me."

"Do you think your good?" He asks not believing Sherlock

"I'm the best. For example: you don't work here, you plan on going into the military, you just broke up with your girlfriend, need glasses but don't wear them, want to look rich but don't have hardly any money at all, and a family member just came back from the hospital, this hospital. Was I close?" He asks sarcastically

Mike is speechless. He was mostly right on the dot. The only thing he did get wrong was that a family member just went into the hospital.

"Wow"

"Yes I know. Now if you don't mind I'll be going back to work" he turns back to mixing chemicals for... Something or other.

°°°

There was a large box on the doorstep. Inside was 2 wraped gifts and a letter to each gift recipient. Sherlock opens his gift first and found a coat that was a bit too large. It had a collar and was dark. Mycroft opened his next. It was an umbrella.

Sherlock got his card.

Hiya William.
Long time no see. Oh well. I'll see you again sometime. Myc too. Hopefully soon. I sent these out a few days ago by the time you get them but hopefully you like them. I thought you could use this to scare people like we used to. Miss you a lot. -Lyndsi

Mycroft read over his shoulder, annoyed at her calling him Myc. He reads his own

Greetings Mycroft.
Just kidding I'm not that serious. Anyway I had a hard time finding something for you but for some reason when I saw this it made .e think of you so... Anyway miss you lots. And I hope to see you soon. -Lyndsi

Just as Sherlock finished reading Mycrofts card his mother come in crying.

"What's happened?" Mycroft asks worried

Between sobs Mrs. Holmes managed to speak

"I just got a call....There was a car accident... Lyndsi is dead"