Sherlock, My Colleague

Chapter Six

"How? Just tell me how you do it." Watson asked. "She is a high functioning girl, that is how." Sherlock responded.

Those two first words best describes me, high functioning. I am always high. Mostly, my brain works at its best, I cannot stop thinking about things, so many things. Even the smallest things. Forgive me if I repeat some words a lot. Repeating helps me clear my point, and I like clearing my point, because my point is important, if it was not I would not say it. Some would say that I am self centered, or even narcissistic. All I have to say about it is that, I do not care much. Indeed, as long as I do not hear what people think about it, I go on just fine, even if I am still able to figure out what they have on their tongue. I get amused when people say that I am clever and proud of it. How couldn't I be proud? People should roll their tongue 7 times in their mouth before speaking, it would help a lot, and it would save us time.

"Now that this case is, sadly, finished. Do you have any ongoing case?" I said. "No, that is making me sick." Sherlock said.

"I know a place where we can find fresh cases.

-Tell me where.

-A lot of people do not trust the Metropolitan Police anymore, so they turn to private detectives. But those ones can only work on a case at the time, so other cases are there waiting, for us!

-Watson, I have a new best friend! Let's go."

I was happy. Things were eventually moving when I had been waiting for action for months. I knew my idea was going to make Sherlock excited. And I also knew that he would be so excited that he would get up from his armchair and put on his coat right away. We took a taxi to Southbank to meet up with Iram, a private detective that I have once worked with. It seemed as though I was in the lead. When we arrived by his apartment, I knocked, knowing far too much that I would have to step up to enter. As his footsteps came closer, I brought my hand nearer, ready to catch the door. As I had expected, he opened the door, and as soon as he saw me, tried to close it. I had thought this through, so I managed my way inside.

"Now if you would excuse me, give me a case.

-I don't have an...

-You are lying. Otherwise you would have shaved, and you desk would be a little bit more organised than that. And there would not be all those stacks of paper on the floor.

-Fine... So, do you prefer a missing child or a strangled person?

-The child, because the other is dead anyway, isn't it?"

Sherlock and Watson were just so simply standing there, as I got a pile, other word for unorganized file. I turned to them, smiling saying that we eventually got a case. We went back to Baker Street, eager to start working.

"So, we got Tommy, a seven-year-old that went missing from his school's afternoon activities a week ago. God he takes so long to solve things! -Parents?" Sherlock suggested as the beginning of the work.

"Mike and Katie Jenkins, middle class, living in Hertfordshire.

-Why a case like this as finished on his crappy desk?" Watson asked.

"A matter of reasons. First of all, there are things they did not want everyone to know. One of which is that the father should be in prison right now.

-How you'd know?" Watson asked again.

"Here is a copy of a few sentences he had against him. But he has not served any of it since every time, he made an appeal of those sentences and got discharged for lack of evidence. OR, the evidence was stolen, it is my thesis. He and his family are from a poor background, yet they are now living comfortably because of his brand new income, coming from brand new employment. And their brand new story is that their son has been kidnapped because of that something he is been doing, and we have to find out what, and why, because it sure is in relation of that disappearance.

-Alright, that is a good explanation, we have to pay him a visit." Sherlock said while he nodded.

I had not even got up from my chair when I saw a shadow near the door's frame.

"Mycroft Holmes!" I got up, and came to shake his hand. "I am Juliette, sorry for last time I was in a rush." He shook my hand. "I hope that parcel interception was necessary. -It sure was."