The call came early the next day.
“It’s begun,” Mycroft said, then gave him details and a location. A man, apparently, was guilty of stealing some jewels or such. The man, of course, pleaded innocent, and practically begged them to search his apartment. Sherlock didn’t care. The problem was that, when they went to search the man’s apartment for the jewel, they found the word MARIA scrawled on the wall in lipstick.
“Coming?” Sherlock asked John.
“Coming? Where?” John asked, confused. “Who was that on the phone?”
“A case, John!” Sherlock declared happily, “A case.”
Resignation settled in John’s eyes. “Where are we going?”
They arrived at the apartment fifteen minutes later. It was swarming with police.
“Found the jewels yet?” Sherlock asked as Lestrade approached them.
“How…How did you find out about this? I didn’t call you. This was supposed to be a private investigation.”
“Oh, very ‘private’,” Sherlock said, eyeing the police tape around the area.
“You know what I mean!” Lestrade replied.
“Why are you here?” John asked. “This isn’t your department, is it?”
“The mirror,” Sherlock interrupted. “The man accused of the crime, he’s guilty.”
“What?” Lestrade demanded. “How do you know about the mirror?”
“I know that the man accused of stealing the jewels is the murderer. There’s a word, written in lipstick on the mirror – Maria. This isn’t the first time this had happened, Lestrade, look it up.”
With that he stormed past the detective and entered the apartment.
Lestrade sighed. “You know, I don’t mind it when he helps, it’s the disrespect that gets to me.”
John nodded in empathy, and followed Sherlock into the apartment.
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MARIA - A Sherlock Fanfic
FanfictionMARIA. All over the world, at various crime scenes, the name MARIA has been scrawled on the mirrors. And now she's moved on to London. Tuesday, Mycroft receives three photographs in the mail. Each have the word MARIA scrawled on them in lipstick. O...
