Sherlock: the Lost Cases (Sherlock x Female!Reader)

A Case of Mislaid Identity

You and Sherlock, along with Victor, make it over to John's location. Once you three get out, you see John hurrying out towards you. "You brought Victor?" John asked, puzzled.

"Well we thought this would just be a quick trip but apparently...." Sherlock trailed off as John looks back over his shoulder. "You two should go in, I'll take Victor and watch him." He said. "Thank you, John." You said and you pull Victor out of the carrier and hand him to John and you unbunckle the carrier and John takes it as you and Sherlock walk inside the building.

You get into the room and you see an older woman laying on her side, still tied to the chair, in a pool of blood. You and Sherlock kneel down and look her over. "She was shot through a window. The killer wasn't even in the building." Sherlock said as he looks at the bullet hole in the woman's back.

You look at the woman and noticed that her skin around her jaw is peeling. "Don't touch her skin around her jaw, it's peeling." You warned and Sherlock nods at you. You also noticed that the dress this woman was wearing was the dress your aunt wore the day she disappeared.

"That's her dress, Sherlock." You said and Sherlock continues to look over the body. He bends down and notices something on her arm. "Nasty red blemishes in a few places. Never noticed these on her before." Sherlock said. "This can't be her, Sherlock. She never had blemishes on her." You said as you look at her hands and noticed they are rough and chipped.

"Well, there's more to this than meets the eye." He said and he turns to one of the investigators and said. "This woman needs to be transferred to Bart's for an autopsy." Sherlock said. The officers look at him then look over at you. "Just do as he says." You said as you roll your eyes.

Afterwhile, you, John, Sherlock and Victor are Bart's waiting on Molly's analysis. Finally she gestures for you four to follow her to the back. "She's female, around 70 years old, slim build...her lungs suggest she was a smoker....her liver days she was a heavy drink....what's left of her teeth are full of cavities, and that skin condition on her arms and legs is psoriasis. Coupled with the tide marks of dirt under her clothing and I'd say this woman had been living on the street for years." She said.

You let out a sigh of relief as you said. "It's not my aunt."

Molly nods as you start to cry again, happy that the woman was not your aunt but sadly that you still haven't found her. John places his hand on your shoulder as Sherlock takes your hand in his and strokes the back of your hand with his thumb.

"I don't know what to say, really. I mean, thank God it's not her but....what did this poor woman have to do with anything? If I hadn't tried to.....I can't help but feel a bit responsible. Whoever she was, we can't just leave her lying on a slave without a name. She should have that, at least." John said as Sherlock pulls out his phone. "I'm alerting the Homless Network. I'm sending the description of the woman to see if anyone knows who this woman is or....was, actually. I've also gave them your number, love, in case I can't do it." Sherlock said. You nod as you take Victor from John and hold him close to you.

The next day, you were walking down the street, heading home, when your phone goes off. You pull it out of your pocket and see its a text from an anonymous number.

I hear you want information. We can meet, but I have to be careful. No cameras, no cops. Meet me at the Tower Bridge.

-W

You look at the text for a moment in confusion but then realize that this is probably someone from the homeless network and you get into a cab and head to Tower Bridge. You get there and look around, gun in hand, in case this goes south.