A/N: Sorry for the two week wait, I had a lot of schoolwork and sporting commitments to deal with. I was also suffering a slight writers block. Writing murders is harder than I thought. Anyway, thank you once again for all reading, I am still amazed at how much attention this has gotten. Comment if you have any ideas, feedback is most welcome! Thank you!
Chapter Ten: Crime Scene, Do Not Enter
Sherlock and I walked down the street towards a group of red and blue lights. Yellow tape was wrapped around half a dozen poles and barriers have been set up. The tape read “CRIME SCENE DO NOT ENTER”.
“We better not be heading towards that.” I say, pointed towards the crime scene. Sherlock didn’t say anything, he just strode on, quicken his pace. I began to jog to keep up with him.
“About bloody time you turned up.” A man with silvery hair said to Sherlock
“Well I had to pick up my new assistant.” Sherlock replied. Since when was I his assistant?
“Sherlock you can’t just bring a child on to a crime scene!” The man said.
“Wait, you didn’t get permission?” I asked. “Sherlock you are in deep, deep shit with Molly when she picks me up.” I'll say, I am going to have a bit of fun watching Sherlock get a talking to from Molly.
“So you must be Clara then, the girl Sergeant Tull picked up.” The silver haired man said.
“Yep… that’s me.” I say.
“Why has Sherlock brought you here then?” He asked.
“Lestrade, she is here with me to solve a case with me. Just let Clara and I through.” Sherlock growled. The man that has been labeled Lestrade stepped aside and Sherlock stormed past. I run after him and try and keep up with him.
“You don’t have to be so rude you know.” I say.
“I could say the same thing about you.” Sherlock retorted, smirking to himself.
Soon enough Sherlock and I reached the open front door of a townhouse. Forensics had just walked out and where undressing themselves of the blue suits and shoes. Many of them shot dirty looks towards Sherlock and I. I was more or less guessing they hated him.
“Hello freak.” A woman said, she had frizzy black hair and had a look of disgust and hatred across her face. “Who’s this you’ve got with you, she’s a bit young for you.” She added.
I have had just about enough of her already. I could tell Sherlock wasn’t overly fond of her either.
“Sally Donovan meet Clara.” Sherlock simply said. “She is helping me with the case.”
“And since when is it okay for a child to be on a crime scene?” She questioned. I finally decide to but in.
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