From hell to heaven (Sherlock fanfic)

Murder

Eveline's POV

'What no. We are not taking her with us. She's only 17 years old. She isn't even old enough to vote.' I look towards Sherlock, who's already ready to go out. 'No, look. She'll be fine. She can handle it. And of course she can vote. Only not legal. Are you coming?'   'No we're not coming, Sherlock. You need to understand that we can't take a 17 year old girl to a crime scene. Besides Greg wont even let her in.' 'No that's not a problem. I got you in there. And if she wants to stay she needs to prove herself.' Sherlock says. 'She doesn't need to prove herself to live with us. I mean she already went though a lot.' I just don't know if I should mix myself with this steamy conversation. 'I know. But if she is going to live with us, wich I'm not sure about, then she will see al lot of those things here. Especially in the fridge.'

'I'm coming with you. Are you coming John?' I say while I get my coat.
'Eveline, you don't need to do this because mister perfect wants you to.'
I see Sherlock rolling his eyes.
'No I'm coming because I want it.'
I walk out the door and Sherlock gets a cab. 'Well this is going to be fun' Sherlock says with a smile on his face.

When we arrive at the crime scene I get a bit nervous. This is the first time that I have ever been to a actual crime scene. Sherlock and John already got out of the cab, but I kind of don't want to. 'Hey Missy. Are you getting out or can I take you somewhere else. I know a fun place.' The cabbie says while he winks. 'Listen you idiot. I know you still have some payments to pay. And I know exactly to who. So you better leave her alone or it won't be a nice evening. In fact, it might be your last. '
I hear a voice say outside the cab. It's Sherlock. 'Okay, easy. I'm going but first she needs to get out of the car.'
I step out of the car and stand next to Sherlock. I shut the door and the cab drives of. 'Oh and by the way, your wife is cheating on you! With your brother!' I scream after the cabbie. Sherlock looks at me with his concentrated face. 'How did you know?' I look at him with a grin. 'I observe.' I turn around and leave a confused Sherlock behind me.

Let's see what happens here. The moment I wanted to go underneath the tape someone grabs my arm. 'What do you think you're doing?' I turn around and see an women in her young thirties holding my arm. 'I came here to deliver some flowers for the police. For doing an amazing job at being idiots.' I walk underneath the tape and walk over to John who is already examining the body. 'So, what's the cause of death, doctor?' I look at John. 'I don't know if you want to know.' I roll my eyes. 'John, I'm 17 years old. I can handle it. Tell me.' John still isn't convinced. ' She was raped and after that they strangled her.' I hear Sherlock say behind me. Sherlock walks over to the body on the ground. In a weird way I'm not freaked out by the body. Maybe because I admired the dead. I just wanted to go. It will be so quiet and peaceful and... 'Eveline? Are you okay?' John's voice takes me back to reality.
'Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Thank you. Can I, you know, take a look?' I point at the body. 'Yes if you want.' John says, but I can see the concern in his eyes. I walk towards the body. Sherlock looks at me with curiosity. 'I tell you what I think when I am done.' I say while I kneel down next to the body. As far as I can see it that she didn't even struggle. Maybe the was drugged. When I look at the arms I see a lot of bruises. ' How fresh?' I ask while still studying the arms. 'Uh, two hours, I guess.' John says. Well those bruises are older than two hours. So she was raped before today. No wedding ring or an indent of one. 'How old was she?' 'About 23.'
She doesn't look poor, but not rich. Her nails got done at least 5 weeks ago. If she had enough money she would get them done. So she works with her hands but doesn't need them to look good. Used a lot of makeup. And she knows how to apply it well. Her neck looks really messed up. They didn't just use a rope. They used something with spikes. Someone really wanted her dead. Her clothing is just ordinary. 'Where is her phone?' I saw that the left pocket of her jeans had a white rectangle. The shape of an phone. Probably a iPhone 5c. 'There was no phone on the body.' I stand up. 'What do you mean?' I start to look around. 'There wasn't a phone near the body. 'Other jewellery?' 'Nope, nothing. But why do you need to know that?' I look up at Lestrade. 'Nothing.'

A view minutes later I came to a conclusion. 'She was a waitress at day and a prostitute at night. She wants to take care of her family but she hasn't enough money. That's why she has those two jobs. She also got involved with some drugs dealers. She did her job just fine but she made some enemies along the way. She wanted to step out of the business but you know no one ever gets away. That's why they killed her. Rache.' I look at Sherlock. I see he has a smile on his face. He extends his hand. 'Welcome to the team.' I shake his hand. 'Thank you.' I'm sorry to ruin this moment but Rache?' 'Seriously Lestrade?'

A/N

Have you seen the new trailers for season 4?!?!?! I'm dead. Really I'm so scared.

But thank you for reading this part. I hope you liked it. Sorry it took so long. Really busy with school. Of course what else would I be doing. (watching superwholock stuff)

I doubt I will update this before the new year so
Merry Christmas and a happy new year.

Xxx Isabella