Not Everyone Needs A Title

Chapter 8

Mycroft didn't speak to Sherlock as often as he used to. Hardly at all even. Sherlock himself became rude and uncaring. He has no one left to care for. Mycroft long since abandoned him and his mother couldn't stop crying long enough to tell him it was going to be okay. So he learned to help himself by becoming emotionless. It worked too.

He was still looking for a flat but it wasn't a top priority. He had managed to get word to Scotland Yard that he was help. A man came looking for him today.

"I'm looking for Sherlock Holmes?" He said

"That's me. What do you want?"

"You? You're just a kid!"

"And you're just an idiot for judging me so quickly. I can prove I can help."

"Do it then. If you really can hell prove it. And I don't have all day."

"Well I can assure you I'm no fake. I know you just found out your wife is cheating on you but you still love her, stress is giving you grey hair, you are on a particular case now causing you to ask me for help, you work with two people your rather annoyed with at the moment, and your daughter just went to college."

"Alright come on"

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Sherlock learned the man's name to be Gavin Lestrade. The case was a murder. Sherlock had his fair share of dead bodies from working at the mourge so it didn't phase him that much.

"Blunt trauma to the chest cavity caused it to cave in severely. Possibly a baseball bat though he was struck while on the ground so most likely a heavy boot."

Sherlock picks some dirt out of the victims shirt.

"This should tell us more" Sherlock walks back towards the main Street to hail a cab back to St. Bart's.

Lestrade follows him just to see what exactly he can do. As it turns out he got the location of where the murderer had been staying.

"Mud so it rained recently only it hasn't so an area with lots of plants that need tending to. A garden. Also mulch with supports it because some kinds of mulch help plants grow. The water used to make the mud was very clean. Clean enough to drink. Residential area. Now to find a garden in a residential area." He stops talking all of a sudden to search his Mind Palace.

Lestrade is silent figuring he would continue.

"Botanical garden downtown."

Sherlock runs out of the room Lestrade close behind. Sure enough when they get there a man with heavy boots is working on covering the ground with mulch.

"That's him. Or at least his boots. They're covered in blood but he's tried washing it off. Didn't work so he's settled with covering them in mud."

Lestrade walks over to the man. The man is a good several inches taller than the DI and good at running. The running part was evident once he knocked Lestrade out cold and ran off. Sherlock grabs the DI's handcuffs and gives chase. The man was rather large and Sherlock hadn't grown his full height yet so he was still shorter than Lestrade. So as he was running be climbed on top of a roof and caught up with the murderer. He jumped on the man's back, knocking him to the ground. Sherlock then cuffs him to a fire escape ladder.

"I'll be back for you." He runs off to find Lestrade.

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"Good job kid. You wanna work for us?" Lestrade says

"No. I'll make more money without you. Here's my number. Call if you need help." Sherlock leaves Scotland Yard feeling victorious.

He had successfully found and caught a killer. His mother would be proud. Or possibly angry. But he didn't care. He had done something. And it made a difference. Now he was going to need a flat and a workplace.