A Study on Sherlock

Chapter 1

        Alex stood at the crime scene, inspecting the dead body. He was wearing a jumper, dog tags, had a limp in his leg, and a wife. Alex Watson looked at her brother John lying dead on the floor. It was hard being a detective and having to see murders, but someone you knew made everything harder. She was standing there, hoping it was a joke. A stupid, useless joke to show that he was still okay. Still being strong. He had Mary and there baby on the way. What made him do this? Who made him do this?

"Watson." Said a voice she thought she never hear again. 

Alex turned around and there in the doorway stood the undead Sherlock Holmes.

"Sherlock." Alex said softly.

"Oh Alexandra."

Sherlock never hugged or showed feelings to anyone, but Alex was different. Alex and Sherlock were together, but he never used her for any devious plan he had in store. John was the one who got them together in the first place. Inspectors looked at the two as they hugged and just embraced each other for what seemed like forever.

"So what happened Alex?"

"Suicide, but it looks forced."

"Alex, please go home. I will take care of John. Go see Mary if you aren't going to go home."

"But-"

"No buts. Just go."

Alex faced Sherlock and saw that he started to hide his emotions from everyone. He always did that in public with her. No one ever sees him, only Alex. That's why they call him a robot. No emotions and never a hint of showing them.

"You changed Sherlock. You changed to much."

Alex walked out of the crime scene, but got caught by Anderson.

"So you really want this job Watson? Than why are you leaving?"

"He was right. My IQ is now lowered. Plus, that's my dead brother in there. Yes I understand that I can't just walk out on a crime scene, but I think Lestrade would understand."

        Alex walked by and pushed Anderson into a wall on the way out. She hated when Anderson always caught her leaving. She either left for a smoke or to tell Lestrade something. He always had a smug look on his face that Alex always wanted to slap off. Just because he was right about Sherlock doesn't make him King. Bloody ass hole douche bag. Just fuck everyone. John's dead, Mary's pregnant, and Sherlock's back. Alex placed a hand on her head and sat on the steps outside of the flat.

"Watson."

Alex looked up to see Lestrade in front of her with Sally behind him. Alex stood to let them pass, but only Sally went up the steps. Lestrade stayed back and just looked at Alex.

"Lestrade I can-"

"No need to explain. That's your brother up there, its understandable. Just go home and take some time off. I will call you if the force really needs you."

Alex hugged Lestrade, got a cab, and headed to somewhere familiar. 221B Baker Street