Your Dream Man

~1~ Benedict Cumberbatch (Sherlock)

"I'm sure you'll do great Amelia!" My best friend encouraged me as we walked to my new job. "Lucy. You say that about everything! And somehow it NEVER ends right." "Oh come on! Name one thing!"Lucy was my best friend and also my sister. She was short with blond hair with curls and beautiful green eyes. Lucy stepped right in front of me from pacing. I sighed and looked at her straight in the eyes. "The last time I went on a date, you told me this man was really into me. I go to the date, he was waiting for you, thinking you were his date. Two weeks ago today, you said the cookies at the Cafe didn't have nuts in then. I trusted you and eat one. Well surprise surprise!!! There were nuts in them! Two months ago ye-" "Ok! I think I get the point!" Lucy sighed and looked at me. I rolled my eyes and kept walking.

"Believe me Amelia!!! I really do believe this is your job! I know I've messed up!.... Alot but that doesn't matter!! Ok?" I turn and look at Lucy, almost in tears. "Please! Do it for me?" Lucy raps me pale, white arms around me. I sigh. "Alright. But if this doesn't work, I'm making YOU cook tonight." I hug her and walk into the building.

I hang up my navy trench coat and look around. All my life i wanted to be a detective. Just like Mister. Sherlock Holmes. Of course I would never be like him. So smart and intelligent. But. The job Lucy is helping me to get is to be a police officer. I was in the past. For twelve years actually. But I didn't really enjoy it at first. Now, I miss it. The rush. The speed. Everything about it I crave.

"So you were a police in your past, yes?" "Yes sir. For twelve years sir" The sheriff looks at me and grins and keeps looking at my files. "So your not from here?" "No sir. I was born in Ohio. But my mother loved British names. So she named me Amelia." I smiled. "Ok. How long have you lived here in jolly, good, London?" "Six years sir. But is London really all that good and jolly. If you've seen the latest reviews on the numbers of killing, 90 people have died THIS year and its only May sir." The sheriff mouth was open slightly in surprise and in shock. "And of course I'm not blaming on the police. You all are doing wonderful." I smile.

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It's been one year since I got the job. The sheriff was so surprised in my work, he only sent me to the next crime scene.

Officer Greg and Doctor Watson were already there. "Ah! Officer. Swan! Your here. Good. Doctor Watson. This is Officer Amelia Swan. She's only had this job for a year, but she's amazing at it." Greg smiles and winks at me. "Just tell me what happen please." I chuckle and smile at Doctor Watson. "Right! Ok. This way please." Doctor Watson cleared his throat and led us to the scene.

We head upstairs into a small, closed in room with CAUTION tape everywhere. A child lies on the ground. "Oh my lord. What happened." I looked at the body sick. "Around twelve o'clock this night, Mister Zack here, we think get home late from a play date or something. But when he came into this room, he was gone. Left. Dead cold." "You told that story so terribly Officer Greg." I said, studding the body. Suddenly, there were foot steps pacing up the stairs. "Finally here, A Sherlock?" I looked up slightly and there he was.

Mister, Sherlock Holmes at the door. I grinned but I didn't stop looking at the body. "I'm sorry I'm late men. There has been another murder. I think this ones more important." Sherlock spoke. "Well! What happened?" Greg asked. "It was a gi- Who is this?" Sherlock asked nicely and looked at me. I looked up at him and smiled. I stood and stuck out my hand and he greatly took it. "I'm Officer Amelia Swan Sir. And you are Sherlock Holmes. Smart and Intelligent. And.... Your hands are sweating?" I let go of his hand. "I ran here. Its nice to meet you Miss. Swan." Sherlock grinned and looked at Greg. "Now. The crime scene happened just now. A girl was shot. Blond Curls. Green Eyes." My eyes widened. "How tall?" I looked at my phone. I had missed ten calls and seventeen text from Lucy. "Probably 5'3. Why?" Sherlock asked but I was already gone.

All the men were running after me, calling my name to ask me what was wrong. But i didn't answer them. All that mattered was I found Lucy.

I ran to the crime scene and looked all around for Lucy. My heart was facing. I was sweating. I had hot tears falling from my eyes. "Lucy. Lucy. Why didn't i answer you!!! I'm so terrible!! I'm-" There she was... Lucy. On the ground. Holding her phone in her hand. Eyes wide open in fear, shock and death. I slowly walked to her. My heart slowing down in pain. Tears still falling. I sat right next to her and looked at her in pain.

Sherlock, Doctor Watson and Officer Greg finally got there and looked at me. They walked over to me and started talking. But I couldn't hear them. I was to lost thinking about Lucy. What could I have done at save her. If only I had left my phone buzz and answered. This wouldn't have happened. Sherlock bent down and looked at me. Tears hit Lucy's now cold and soulless body.

"Who was this person to you?" I heard Sherlock's deep and calm voice only. He's voice was so soul calming. I looked at Sherlock with red eyes. I opened my mouth to speak but Sherlock me off. "This person was close to you. More then close. Like a best friend but also family. Yours eyes are green. Her eyes are green. But her hair is blond and yours in red. Which I suspect one of your parents has blond hair because her geans are strong then yours. So your father must of had positive geans. So your friend had to get blond hair from your father, causing this person to be your sister.

I paused. I starred at Sherlock in shock. "Uh... Yes. My father did have blond hair. And my great grandmother had red hair." "Had?" Sherlock asked. "Yes. Had... Both of my parents have both passed away. Lucy was all I had left.... All my life I tried to find out who killed them, and now. That's all I want to do..." Tears started to fall again. Then a warm hand was placed on my cheek. I looked at Sherlock's thumb whips my tears away. Then, he takes my hand and helps me up. Then he looks at me and holds my hand.

"I promise I'll help you find them. I will help you feel loved again..."