Beyond the Case

The twin Dilemma

I scoot into the cab along side Sherlock. He quickly gives the driver directions. Then he looks at me with an almost blank look. "Alright. You have questions?" He asks, still looking at me.

"How did you know exactly what I looked like and more about my situation that my own aunt without even...seeing me?" I asks, both amazed and intrigued that he could do such a thing.

He gives me a light chuckle and a smile. "Simple. Yesterday I heard you come into the flat. You were talking to mrs. Hudson. You were probably carrying something heavy as you had leaned on the banister for support. Some of you hair snagged on a nail and got pulled. There: long, red hair. You were nervous outside and had been picking at your nail pollish, leaving little light blue specks on the steps. Thus, light blue, chipped nail polish." He explains as I look down at my chipping nail polish. "And while you were talking you did seem upset. And you came to Mrs. Hudson for help. Now if you had parents or abother or sister, why would you go to an old aunt for help? There for you dont have a sister or even parents." He explains. "You were upset...so probably getting kicked out. A boyfriend as I heard you say to Mrs. hudson what a 'horrible person he had been' it wouldnt be a brother as you wouldnt call someone that close as name like that. So there. Now the next question? Devorce of breakup? Well for starters it couldnt be a divorce. If it were you would have been far more upset than you were. There. Breakup. As well as the lack of ring was a dead give away." He finishes explaining. 

"Ok but how did you know I worked for the emergency medic team?" I asks, looking at him.

He scoffs. "Oh please. If im not out on a case or in the flat I'm almost always at the hospital in the lab. You think I dont know the smell of antibiotics and powerful cleaners?" He scoffs and I roll my eyes. "But the smell had begun to fade. So I assumed you had been out of work for about 4 days. But I guess that was 3." He says as he looks out the window.

"Amazing. I mean completly brilliant." I say in amazment that he could doall that without even seeing me.

"Most people just tell me to piss off." He says with a small smile. 

I only nod. "Well I could see why. But I'm not that type of person." I say with a shrug. "So where are we going?" I ask.

"Crime scene. There was a woman found in a small office just outside of London." He says quickly.

I simly nod and stay quiet the rest of the ride.

When the cab stops, I see a scene that I am framiliar with. Fou police cars and an ambulance. The whole house is taped off with police tape. Sherlock gets out of the car and I simply follow him. The first two people that come up to us are detective inspector Greig Lestrad. Along with a girl who I had not seen before. She has coco colored skin with even darker hair to match. She wears a formal skirt and a somewhat nice shirt. Her hair is pulled back in a very messy pony tail. "What do we have?" Sherlock speaks to Lestrad who I had only met a few time before while I was working on the emergency responce team.

Lestrad Looks up at the house, walking with Sherlock towards the house. He lifts the police tape and holds it up for sherlock. The woman with the dark skin holds her hand up at me."Sorry youre not allowed." 

At this, Sherlock turns sharply on his heel. "She's with me, Donovan." He says shortly. She simply rolls her eyes and lifts the tape for me.

At that she raises a radio to her mouth. "The freak is here. Ready for him?" She says into it. She gets a responce taht I cant quite make out and with a nod she takes Sherlock and I up to where the crime had taken place. What I see is a woman that is hanging from the banister. She has a sort pixi cut and black hair. Her face is stern and its obivous she was at a high pressure job. She is wearing a skirt and a nice shirt.  I can already tell from just looking the cause wasnt asphixiation. Her neck wasnt bruised ond her face didnt have the tell tale blueish tint to it that I always saw with a strangulation call. 

"Well what do you think?" Sherlock asks as the forensics team Lowers the body to the floor where we were. I step in for a closer look.

"Cause of death wasnt strangulation. I can tell you that right now." I say as I look at the body. "Do you mind if I take a closer look?" I ask him. His face seems like that of suprise as if it were implied that I should look. I blush and look to one of the forensics guys for somegloves so I wouldnt get fingerprints on anything that might be important.

A guy with a scruffy beard and dark brown hair hands me some. "Anyone could tell that from just looking. who are you then? Part of his fan club?" He asks.

"Anderson shes working with me. And I thought I had told you what talking out loud does." Sherlock mutters under his breath as he watches me.

I take the gloves from the guy called Anderson and thank him. I then do a typical exam on the body. I find two spots that felt wrong. "Her skull is broken in two places." I say as I continue on my exam, looking at her arms for foul play. "Theres finger bruises on her upper arms. I'd say she was killed from a broken skull after a good fight with whoever the muderer was." I say concludingly.

Sherlock nods, agreeing with me.Lestrad comesup to sherlock, holding his phone. "Sherlock. They found another woman who looks exactly like this one." Lestrad says, showing Sherlock the phone.

Sherlok sighs and nods. "Alright I'll be right there." he says.