The Cunning Identity Worker(SHERLOCK fanfiction) {FINISHED}

The False Blood

 So everyone I'm still writing of course but If you wouldn't mind sharing, posting commenting! Try something I'm working hard here! Like I normally say all rights go to BBC!! enjoy-mickey

I woke up in my bed like normal and smelling tea herbs and carrot cake. I wondered how long I slept in. I got up and got dressed in my jeans and t-shirt throwing my black hoodie on and converse sneakers.

"Oh, good morning dear!" she exclaimed "I made tea and there's carrot cake on the table."

I knew it I Thought "Thanks Aunt Hudson." I rushed eating my food and drinking my tea.

"Sherlock stopped by. He said he met you last night." she said

"Oh yeah? What'd he say." I asked curiously

"He said John, his ex-flatmate wouldn't be back for awhile so he'd need company." she said "Of course he didn't seem too joyful about it he was quite dull but its a offer if your looking for something to do"

"I was actually going to go see him this morning."

"Look at you! Making friends as soon as you move here, I knew you'd like it here" she exclaimed

"That sounds like my plan. I'm off to see him" I grabbed my brown bag and ran out the door to Sherlock's door. I knocked.

Nothing. I knocked. Nothing. I knocked. he came to the door opening it wearing a purple shirt that clenched his torso I nearly choked looking at him.

"Good day Veronica." he said "Please sit." I sat in the red chair that smelled of another man but not Sherlock's scent. John's? yes. "My blogger, friend, colleague won't be back for quite sometime. Would you care to work with me?" he asked

"Sure." I responded

Sherlock looked up at me. "My papers have been moved. Mrs. Hudson didn't move them so where ar.." I interrupted the stressed man 
 I yelled "FOUND THEM!!!"

"Ah," he paused "Thank you."

I nod sitting on the couch admiring his nicotine patches. I shook my head at the package of cigarettes and then look over at him.

"Here what do you see in this photo?" he asked

The picture showed a dead man with short blonde hair and a skinny almost feminine complex. "A dead man. Why" I said

"It isn't a man. It's a woman. The problem with this woman is that her story Veronica, makes absolutely no sense." He said ruffling his curls thinking

"May I?" I asked pointing at the printed article of the woman's death.

"Please." he responded

I began to read. Hilda Focron, a twenty-five year old woman found dead at a flat in south London. The owner of the flat hasn't been seen for months and is filed for a missing person, the flat owners connections to her is unknown for there has been no DNA samples taken from the crime seen due to the horrific blood amount on the floor. "I didn't think that that flat upstairs has anyone living or coming out of it. This side of town has always been quiet. I don't know who could have killed her. I knew her she was my girlfriend's sister. Hilda will be missed truly. "- said Joshua Longworth.

"Odd isn't it. We should visit the flat." he said getting up and throwing his coat, and scarf on."Coming?" he asked

"Yeah." I said getting up smiling at how interesting this is going to be

We both walked up to a taxi and drove to the Flat building. Wells Flat resort. The sign said.

Sherlock had gotten smart with the flat manager and we had to break in. He called a man named Lestrade to come get clues as well.

When Lestrade showed up he looked at me and then at Sherlock. "Who's this then?"

"I'm his..." He interrupted me.
"Veronica. John has had a league of absence so she's my new colleague."

That was nice of him I suppose

"Okay. Well you may go check the flat while I get clues. I'm calling Donovan for backup." he said walking the other direction.

As he said Donovan, Sherlock made an odd sound and an odd movement. "Problem?" I ask him

"No." he blankly said

I nod and follow him into the flat. The flat was two bedrooms, and looked as if someone hadn't been home for weeks. He walked into one of the rooms while I walked in the bathroom.

'I WAS HERE FOR HIS REVENGE VERONICA' written in cursive and what appeared to be blood on the wall. I look in amazement and worry hits me. I yell for Sherlock. "SHERLOCK!"

He comes into the bathroom and looks on the wall. He looks at me with wonder.

"I think its blood." I say looking at him as he turns to it. He responds "Clearly. But this blood isn't fresh." he says smelling it. "It's fake."

I look up at him. "What? How? Sherlock how is it fake."

"Someone has made it appear real." I began confusion.

He responded to my quietness. "You know John was very talkative your just quiet"

I did dose off into nothing. "Oh, yeah I'm sorry I didn't..."

 "so what do you think?" he asked

"What? Oh, oh I think this is someone new. Who knows you but you don't know him. Maybe something had happened with someone and he's trying to get you back." I tell him honestly.

"Good. But its not me the person has stated, its yourself how does the person know you?" he asked in a normal tone.

"I don't... know but Sherlock... I think this is a girl's handwriting." I tell him

"YES!" he yells and grabs my shoulders "Let's go to Saint Bart's and see Miss Helda..."

"Her dead body?" I ask

"No her alive body. Yes Veronica let's go." he said

So he says bye to Lestrade and I ignore the woman (Sgt. Donovan's) comments about me being a weirdo and how he's polluting my brain with rubbish.

Sherlock and I jumped into the taxi to Bart's morgue.