Skulls and Cigarettes

Chapter One

(A/N: Please pretend that her right eye is hazel)

Sherlock Holmes' flat had been broken into on multiple occasions. He ALWAYS knew when it had been disturbed by an unknown presence. This time though, he didn't even have the slightest clue that the door had even been opened while he was absent. He didn't know someone else was in the flat until he heard a voice clear it's throat from the kitchen.

High pitch-female
Slightly weathered- either was crying earlier or smokes
A bit high maintenance- possibly snooty?

He turned around.

Standing in the door of the kitchen, was not only a woman but also a little alien like looking creature. Or as boring people say...a child. No more than four years old.

He reached for the gun at his waist

"Please don't Mr. Holmes. Not in front of my son, he doesn't deserve to see such things." The woman said.

Female
Welsh
Auburn hair-natural; no odd coloring on the roots
Two different colored eyes- Heterocromia Iridium
Only around 22 or so by the shaping of her skull, and body shape
She isn't married, but was in a committed relationship.

The child is hers genetically. Her hips are more open and she looks to have stopped growing. The child also has same facial bone structure.

"How'd you do it?" He asked. She didn't even look surprised by the question

"Simple, you left the door unlocked and we just walked in." She replied

Lie

"My name is Amara Ericksson, this is Pieter. We need your help." She said in desperation. Her eyes swimming with emotion.

She's emotional...just like all the other simple minded people in the world.

"Well, I am in the middle of a case. Unless you have some information of value to me, leave." He couldn't think about things other than Moriarty at the moment. Suddenly Sherlocks closest colleague (his only friend) John Watson barged through the door.

"Sherlock, for once can you actually manage to pay the cabbie! I'm not made of money you know." His face was slightly stony with annoyance.

"John-" Sherlock began

"Do you know how bothersome it is to not have the right amount, then go inside to get the rest of the payment, and then go back outside to pay the cab? Of course you don't, you never have to."

"John you should-" He was interrupted once more.

"And on top of that the poor woman back at the crime scene is in shock of what you told her, must you be so insensitive?" He was breathing heavily now. His face was now slightly red from yelling.

"John, you are in the presence of a mother and her child. You should pay more attention." He said tiredly. John finally turned around and saw Amara and Pieter.

"Oh, I'm embarrassed. I'm horribly sorry I wasn't paying attention. I'm John W-"

"Watson, yes I know. I've read your blogs, very interesting. It's why I've come for help." Amara said softly. Pieter started wiggling signaling that he wanted to be let down. Amara set him on the ground and gave him his toy train.

"I've already said no, there's no possible way that we can focus on two cases at once. And even if we could-" He was cut off once more.

"Don't be absurd Sherlock." He turned to Amara. "Of course we'll take the case" he said kindly.

She faintly smiled

"Thank you so much Dr. Watson." Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"Don't you have a job that you get paid for Ms.-...?"

"Ericksson" She replied cooly

"Ericksson? I assume you didn't come by that hand bag out of coincidence?" He said snarkily.

"It's my day off actually, which I'm sure you can deduce. You've been reading me for the past seven minutes and thirty-six seconds." She replied with just as much attitude. "Now, it's my turn." She smirked.

"You're a lonely man in his early thirties either thirty or thirty one. You have an older brother that is approximately, thirty eight. His name is Mycroft. You were bullied in your youth and you struggle with slight depression. You're addicted to street drugs, you loathe the expensive stuff. You have smoked two cigarettes in the last thirty six hours and have a box of cigarettes under the seat of your chair. You have scientific urges but are easily bored with it which is why you choose to help the police. That and you simply enjoy embarrassing Greg. You're parents don't live in London and they are planning on visiting soon, your flat shows signs of being cleaned. And not by Mrs. Hudson." She smiles. "And you deduced me wrong"

He was taken aback. She was right on most things in fact she only got one thing wrong.

"I'm thirty. I was bullied but no, I do not have depression. I just seclude myself from others. I'm impressed. I did deduce you wrong. You're smart. You don't look it." He said, eyebrows raised.

"Thank you, I actually get somewhere when people think I'm not mad." She laughed lightly. John just had been staring the entire time, then realized what she had said.

"You smoked two cigarettes! Sherlock you know that's unhealthy. And you were doing so well!" He exclaimed. Sherlock rolled his eyes. Annoyance was clear as day on his face. John walked over to Sherlocks chair and pulled the Cigarette box from under the seat.

"These are going away." He said. The tall curly haired man just huffed. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go pay the cabbie." With that John left the room.

"Well, I would love to stay and explain my predicament but I have to get Pieter to an eye appointment." She put a piece of paper on the cluttered table. "Here's my number and address. Also I work at Scotland Yard so just ask for me if you need me." Amara said. She picked up Pieter and his toy and headed towards the door.
"One more thing Mr. Holmes." She said at the door. "I assume my grievance does partain to your current case because the father, wasn't one to up and leave." And with that Ms. Amara Ericksson and her child left 221B Baker Street.

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Authors Note:

I'm so sorry its short and not very good at the moment. Its 2:12 a.m. right now and I'm exhausted. When I do corrections I'll add more to make it better. Pinky promise *holds out pinky*