Sherlock- Spy at 221b

Chapter 8

Omgoodness I can't believe I have so many reads I know it's cliche reacting this way but I can't help it I'm just so excited, I have so many new fanfics on the way but i hope to add a new chapter each week on this one. So stay tuned, vote and comment your opinions. At your service, Emily.

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Evannas pov

I followed Sherlock and John out of 221b and out on to the street. Sherlock waved down a cab and we all got in. John first, me second and Sherlock last. Sherlock whipped out his phone and began texting away. John turned his position to face me and Sherlock and I could tell he was going to attempt to make small talk.

"So where are we going Sherlock?" He asks

"Bart's hospital" me and Sherlock said at the same time.

John looked at me puzzled, "He told the cabby" I explained.

We sat in silence for a few minuets more, the only sound was Sherlocks phone making clicking sounds. John spoke again,

"What's your name" he asks.

"Evanna knightly" I say, as much as I didn't like about myself I didn't dislike my name.

"John Watson" he stuck out his hand and I shook it

After five minuets of small talk we arrived at Bart's hospital. We excited the cab and John was left to pay. The Bart's building was very nice, the exterior of it was rustic but the inside was modern. I followed sherlock down a flight of stairs and we entered something like a morge.

Sherlock walked purposefully across the room to a women scribbling hurriedly on a clip board. She was cute, with long brown hair and brown eyes. When Sherlock had said 'Molly' she had looked up quickly almost dropping her clipboard. "Yah sherlock" she said in a small voice.

"The body Molly" Sherlock said.

"Course" she said and walked a little ways towards a table with and sheet draped over it. Under the sheet was most obviously a body. Before pulling of the sheet, she asked

"Sherlock, who's the kid with you?"

"Johns niece" he lied quickly "We're... Babysitting"

"And you're going to show her a body?" Questioned Molly

"She's fifteen or something, she can handle it" said Sherlock, he had obviously not though it weird to show a teenager a corpse. Molly threw a concerned sort of glance over at me, but pulled back the sheet none the less.

"Name" said Sherlock as he began to look over the body.

"Dr. Isaac Foulard. Her worked at the children's hospital two blocks down,his flatmate discovered the body at almost 2:00 last night." She said taking glances down at the clipboard as she explained.

Sherlock walked over and began examining the corpse.

"Umm sherlock" I wanted to tell him something that might help him and something he might have overlooked, being so intent on the body.

"Yes Anna" he asked looking at the corpses feet.

"Wait one second," I turned to look at Molly "you said flat right?"

"Yes" said Molly looking back down at the case report.

"And the room mate is female?"

"No his flatmate is a man"

"Then Sherlock" I turned to him to see
him engrossed in the mans lower arm.
"If he was a Doctor, then why did he have a flat. If I recall the hospital two blocks down is not that shabby and this man is obviously not new to work. Shouldn't he have a larger house? Not a flatmate and maybe be married?"

He dropped the arm and turned to look at me, before back at molly.

"Molly were done with the body, I have to go talk to Lestrade." Sherlock said, while striding out of the room.

John and I followed after him leaving Molly with the dead man.