Just Another Mystery (A Sherlock Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

"Sir! You don't understand! I've got to turn these papers in or I'll be killed!" I yelled to my science professor.

"Rachel you're overreacting. You won't die. Obviously, if you really were going to die, you would have thought ahead and turned in your assignments on time," He looked at me and closed the door to his office and the bell rang to leave campus.

I fell against the wall and put a hand to my forehead. I could guilt trip him into letting me turn my papers in. He is having an affair and honestly, it's obvious. Just cause I can't get my homework done doesn't mean I'm not brilliant. I mean I'm fifteen in Secondary school and can deduct anything.

Well, almost anything.

I grabbed my bookbag and trudged my way to the bike rack. Police cars rushed past the school and based on the movement of the cars and the worried yet stern looks on the drivers of those cars it was... murder. A smile flew onto my face. I unlocked my bike and flew down the street after the cars. I grabbed my phone with one hand and hacked the phone I always do, just don't ask about it, and watched as the car stopped at Hyde Park. Fastest route... Got it!

I biked as quickly as I could, trying to avoid as many toll roads as possible. I rushed by crowds and other bikers, excitement plastered on my face as a cheesy grin. In the excitement of getting there, I practically fell off my bike and ran into a man in a long coat and his short colleague.

"Sorry," I spoke quickly, looking at the two.

The short man looked at me and nodded. Soldier. Definitely a soldier. Stands like one. He looks like he's seen some shit. Doctor? Most likely. He did examine coat man like a doctor would. About 25, a few years older maybe, but younger than the coat man. There's a gun in his coat.

Now coat man... Is thinking intently. He's giving me the look. He's reading me like I'm reading him. His eyes are pained but working like a machine. He's about 30, maybe a bit younger. No animals in his house. He must keep it relatively clean. There's a gun in his coat too.

They're both probably headed to the crime scene.

"Which war?" I spoke looking at the small man. I was quite surprised at the coat man being like me. The small man looked at the coat man and all coat man did was smile.

"Ho-How did you know that?" He looked to coat man again who smiled wider.

"You're standing like a proper soldier and by the way you looked at your friend after I bumped him, gotta say I've been to the doctors enough times where you just might be a doctor." The coat man started chuckling.

"I told you it's easy!" Coat man spun around once. I smiled slightly and shrugged.

"It is."

The short man gave us both looks.

"Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes." The coat man held his hand out for me and I grasped it and smiled slightly.

"Rachel Sinclair." We shook hands and the shorter one and I did too.

"I'm John Watson." He spoke.

"Well, I need to rush off-"

"To the crime scene, yes, I know," Mr. Holmes interrupted. Well, I couldn't lie to this guy, "We're headed there too, let's go."

"That's dangerous!" Mr. Watson eyed Holmes as he walked towards the park.

"You know if she's anything like me, she's going to go to the scene with or without permission. So at least she'll be allowed legally into the scene with us."

Watson begrudgingly agreed and sighed in defeat.

Sherlock smiled once more and I followed him and Watson, wheeling my bike alongside.