Rivers

Chapter One

I sit down on the chair as Sherlock and Watson's eyes stare me down. Sherlock's blue eyes read me up and down. I've read about him and how he can tell basically anything about anyone. It's so... fascinating.

Sherlock's eyes are squinted towards me and his nose is scrunched and wrinkly. He's been like this since the second I sat down, two minutes ago.

"I will take your case," Sherlock concludes. He stands up and stares dead at Watson with his melancholy eyes of his. Watson's eye become huge as he notices Sherlock wants his attention.

"Her case," he exclaims, his look becoming confused.

"Yes?" Sherlock questions, clasping his hands together at his torso.

"You're... taking it? But you don't even know what it is yet," Watson states. His head flashes towards me. Sherlock's head turns to me, mimicking Watson's move.

"No, I don't. But it will be interesting. She's interesting. She's a recluse, a writer, has two cats, she's clearly in her late twenties and doesn't even own a car. Of course she's interesting!" Sherlock exclaims, going past me and jumping onto the couch behind me. He's now standing on the couch with a huge grin on his face.

"Elaborate," I demand, a smile approaching my face.

"Gladly. You haven't showered in days, judging by the dandruff that's clear to see since you have red hair, so you don't go out much. Therefore, you're a recluse. There's a smudge on your hand in pencil in the place a pencil would be. Your fingers are skinnier than an average person with your weight, so you either play the piano or do an awful lot of typing, there's two types of cat fur on your shirt, so you have two cats. You came in a taxi. Watson and I saw you. If you had a car you would take your keys, which by a person like you would have them in a lanyard with your wallet on them, and you have lanyard but no keys. You. Don't. Own a car," he concludes in a matter of seconds. Watson places his hands on the back of my chair.

"Fascinating," Watson and I say at the same time. I turn around to face him. He has a huge grin and shows his teeth when he looks down at me.

"So... what's your case?" Sherlock asks, hopping down from the leather couch. His hands are shaking as he stands in front of me, his stare locking into my green eyes.

"My brother went missing, but my mother has reasons to believe he was a murderer," I explain. Sherlock's face is expressionless and when I look at Watson's face, he's nodding. John Watson is satisfied with the case. Sherlock Holmes? I'd say so, but who can tell?

"Can you meet me here again tomorrow at noon?" Sherlock asks, walking back towards the chair he was sitting in when I arrived. I spin my chair around and face him. He's standing in front of me with his hands on his hips.

"Certainly," I answer as he pulls out his hand and places it in front of my face. I smile and grab it. Together, we shake hands.

"Sherlock, I'm busy tomorrow at noon," Watson interrupts as we release from the hand shake. I flash my body around to his direction.

"Well then, I'll just inform you about the day, Watson," Sherlock informs him. Watson rolls his eyes.

"Okay then," Watson says, opening the door for me to leave. I follow him.

Just as I'm about to leave, Sherlock yells for me to stop, making me nearly fall down the stairs.

"You never told me your name."

I smile and tell him. "Jacqueline Rivers."

A/N Hey guys! I haven't published a story in a while so here you go! I will try to release chapters in a few weeks or so apart. Or once I get a new chapter done, I'll release the next chapter. I'm only up to chapter nine on this, so if I get to a chapter and haven't released the next, I'm probably just working on the next one. Thanks for reading! Don't forget to vote and comment!