The Thrill of the Chase (Johnlock/Mystrade Teen!Lock)

Chapter Forty One

Chapter 41

Sherlock's POV

The first day back at school was just like any normal day, except people were talking in more excited tones than usual, which of course, was beyond annoying. Moriarty was back at school. He had made up some lie about where he got of to during camp, and now everyone was forever crowding around him, which he loved. 

One thing, however, did drag attention away from him. The death of Susie Jackson. 

It was lunch time and all of us were dining in the eating hall when a younger student came in, screaming to the teacher on supervision that there was a dead girl lying at the bottom of the stairs. All of us rushed out to see if the boy was telling the truth or not, but when we were within 20 metres of the supposed accidental death, Mycroft came and made us leave. The area was cordoned off, and we were sent back to our classes, business as usual, unless we wanted to grieve in the library or if our classes were on that side of the school, we were to go to the gym. 

John and I had English, but as all other students entered the classes, I grabbed John's hand and pulled him away. "Sherlock!" John hissed, jogging to keep up with me as I briskly walked towards the scene of the crime. "What are we doing? We can't go over there!"

"Yes we can! Just follow my lead."

I took off my school sweater and threw it on the ground before dropping my tie on top. John followed suit, and I passed him some thick lensed glasses from inside my trousers pockets, and I drew a fake moustache on myself with a permanent marker, which was also in my pocket. I slid our clothes into an air vent, and we were back on our way, looking like we could've had an important occupation.

 "Mycroft's going to kill us if he sees us," John said.

I rolled my eyes and smirked.

John looked at me. "You really do get off on this sort of thing, don't you?"

"Of course. I love irritating my dear brother. But I think this time he'll be happy for my assistance. He never has liked the legwork." I knew John meant murder cases but I changed it into a less dark form, knowing he'd probably get scared if he knew just how much I loved a good old fashioned murder.

John rolled his eyes, and went to reply, but stopped himself when he saw the scene ahead of us. The area around the staircase was cordoned off, and police were all gathered around what we supposed was the body, and there was a strange feeling in the air. I was used to it, because I worked on crimes often, but John wasn't.

"You'll be fine. You can turn back if you want," I murmured to him as we got closer. He shook his head, and I smiled at him, proud of his persistence. 

A policewoman stopped us at the cordon, and  I flashed her an ID I'd stolen off of Mycroft. She nodded and allowed us through. Police parted for us as we came in to inspect the body. "Where's the assistant headmaster?" I asked one of them. It was Lestrade's father. 

"He had to go to his office to make some phone calls. He should be back in about half an hour, he said."

"Good. Thank you," I nodded at the man, glad he didn't recognise us, before inspecting the body of Susie Jackson. 

I recognised her to be a singer in the choir, and the young girl had a remarkable voice, I had to admit. Her school dress was in tatters and looked to be incredibly old. Blood matted her hair and her porcelan face was still, though her eyes were open, the fear she had felt before her death clearly shown. 

Carefully, I rolled her over onto her back, and saw slight chalk marks on her upperback. I pulled out a magnifying glass from the pockets of my trousers, and upon closer inspection I saw the chalk marks were fingerprints.