Sherlock: A Broken Story

~~ Hey! So I'm a HUGE fan of Sherlock, so I thought I would make a fanfic! I'm gonna try to change it up a bit, so please leave comments if you like it! :) ~~

She could no longer bare reading the newspapers anymore, let alone watching the Telly or going online. It was on every front page. The word dead echoed around in her head, until she could no longer stand the growing pain inside her.

It was all her fault. And it wasn't the first time it had happened. She looked over at the gun laying on the counter. Should i? She thought. Suddenly she slapped herself, what a coward. You have to stay strong for,...for who? She had no one left in this world...

Wiping the tears off her cheeks, she laid down and grabbed her phone, playing his favorite violin song. She smiled. Soon she fell asleep.

***3 years earlier***

"It isn't a suicide, but someone sure did go through a lot of trouble to make it look like it was." Alex told the police officers.

"But how can you be so sure?" One of them asked. She looked at him. He had a brand new looking suit on and his hair was slicked back perfectly. Around the belt on his waist neatly hung a walkie talkie and a pair of handcuffs. Since he had no gun, and he had his arms crossed as if he was proud, she guessed it was his first day on the job.

Alex sighed and rolled her eyes. Why can't people just take my word? She looked over at David, who gestured for her to explain.

"Well since the victim is laying in rocks, it's fairly easy to see that someone else has been here-"

"How?" The same officers interrupted. Also considering he was a bit bigger than the rest and had a bit of a hunch which indicated a video game player, she guessed he still lived at home with his mom. That would explain why he's so eager to solve this case-his first case.

"Well if you'd let me finish, I could tell you how!" Gosh they get on my nerves. "Around the body there's several spots where there's dirt mixed around the rock, as if someone was trying to cover there tracks. The only way to clear off enough rock to hit dirt would be by running, because then you kick up more. When they were covering their tracks back up, they didn't realize that they were bringing the dirt back up."

She walked around the body to examine the ground more. "And see here?" Alex pointed, while crouching down. "Here's the same thing,...except it's in a line along the covered tracks." She rubbed her head in confusion, but only for a moment.

"Ahh they must've dragged the body!" She said quickly. The body was around some old warehouses, hidden away from any main roads. Typical place for someone to commit murder, she thought. This wasn't anything new.

Looking to her right, where the tracks led, she gestured toward one of the old buildings. "Happened in there."

David, the head police officer, walked up to her and told her that they didn't need anymore help.

"Are you sure." She looked bored.

"Yes. Thanks for the help." He told her.

"Ok well just like always, let me know if there's any new murders, but next time, make sure it's something interesting. This was hardly a challenge at all." Alex looked toward the police officer who had interrupted her explanation earlier, who was so determined that he was right.

"Will do!" David called after her as she walked off to the cab.

When she got home she threw her jacket off towards a chair, and headed in the kitchen for a snack. Looking at the time, she realized it was only 2:30 so she had plenty of time to go around town.

She had just moved to London a month and a half ago and was still getting used to living there. It was really different then the U.S.

*knock knock*

She walked to the front door of her flat, something else she wasn't used to saying. In America they called it an apartment.

When she opened the door she found Tyler, the paper boy down the street, standing there holding the daily newspaper.

"Sorry to bother you ma'am but you forgot the paper." He handed it to me.

"Thanks." She took it and read the top of the page. In bold letters it read: Sherlock Holmes, The Consulting Detective. There was a picture of a tall man with a hat on, probably trying to shield himself from getting exactly what happened, his picture being taken.

Still realizing that the boy was standing there, she dismissed him with a small amount of money and closed the door. Alex began reading the article, nearly tripping up the stairs from not taking her eyes off the paper.

Could he be the most brilliant man in London? Already solving hundreds of cases in his lifetime, only being 31, he is still going strong.

After realizing that she had stopped mid step in the hallway, she finished walking to her living room and sat. This Sherlock guy sounded interesting. Did I just say interesting? She hasn't felt that way in a long time. Looking back at his picture, she wondered if this man was like her?.. If not smarter?

Excitement ran through Alex's body. She suddenly didn't feel so alone, surrounded by so many senseless people. She was always looking for someone to work with, but no one could meet her standards.

"Well maybe I should just pay this Sherlock a visit!" She skimmed back through the article and found his address. 221b Baker Street.

Hope you guys like it! I'd love for you guys to drop a comment, it really helps motivate me :)

Also, sorry if i get things wrong regarding the U.K. (terms or other things)...as i don't live there :) if I've made a mistake, please tell me so i can fix it :)