The Woman

1 Normal Day

Sherlock stood over the body of the young blonde girl, seems to be in her teens. "Murder, I would find the father and have him arrested." He says as he takes his blue latex gloves off with a snap of the rubber. "Why?" Lestrade asks baffled, clearly not following along. "Because he raped her." He sighs throwing away his gloves slightly bothered and annoyed.

"Woah Woah! How do you know that? That's some serious allegations you're throwing around Sherlock." Lestrade is a Detective Inspector with New Scotland Yard, says startled holding one of his hands up to Sherlock, telling him to slow down.

"Well you see, she is badly bruised on the arms caused by being held down, her hair is a mess and a normal  teenage girl would never keep it such way, this is her father's place, it was locked when you arrived correct?" Sherlock looks at them, Trying to get their slow minds at the same pace as his.

"Correct." Lestrade answers still not on the same page. His brow was scrunched with anger, his eyes held a clueless look in them, he then crossed his arms impatiently. Sherlock then continues on with his arms behind his back. "Since this is her father's place and locked from the outside, no one has seen her for weeks. Where is the father? Well on the run probably, Why is he running? Well, he killed his daughter after they had a fight and he had his way." Sherlock looks at the one-sided lock. Lestrade orders for the father to be taken in for questioning then we all leave the scene. I get into the cab with Sherlock starring out the window at the city night.

"John, what's your story?" Sherlock asks me in his monotone voice. "I beg your pardon?" I questioned unaware of what he's talking about. "You seem lost in thought and that's new for you. What is on your mind?"

"Well, my...friend... You could say. She is coming and she is going to be living with us. We'll not us she's renting the spare." I babble nervously, not really knowing how to tell him. He can't know because he will spill the beans and I don't need world war three released on me. He nods his head in understanding then turns to me. "And this friend of yours, you have feelings for her?" Sherlock asks curiously knowing my habits with the women. "NO, no, no, she's more like my niece. She calls me uncle John. There's nothing going on there. She's just a friend who needs a place to stay and a job, Just think of it as another roommate." I simply tell him trying not to reveal too much."I don't know if I want another roommate, I quite like the way things are now." He sighs exasperated. "You'll like her, she's family." I try to reason with him. "Yes, and how do you know her?" He questions me trying to seek out more information. Oh great here we go. "Ugh, I go way back with her parents." I nervously scratch my head. "I see, and where are her parents now? Why can't they take care of her?" Sherlock Presses.

"Dead, they are dead Sherlock. She never knew them. Now, don't be a heartless bitch when you meet her." I get out of the cab walking in the door to our flat. "Apologies, okay, I won't be me when I meet her. When is she coming anyways? I have things to do." He hangs up his famous coat on the brown coat rack. "Well any time now actually." I look at my silver wristwatch. "Oh hello dear, is your niece here yet?" Mrs. Hudson asks excitedly as she shuffles down the hall. "Not yet, Think I'll go upstairs and tidy up." I run upstairs and start cleaning up. Sherlock leaves all his things out. Human Eyeballs on the table, his scopes left out on the counter, so many solutions, and unknown contents in jars. "You really wanna make a good impression don't you?" Sherlock asks as he watches me race around from the comfort of his chair.  "Yes, now if you would help clean up that would be great." I put all the dirty dishes in the sink. Hope she won't mind the dirty sink, at least they are off the table and counter. "No, I'm good." He gives a sassy smile. "Sherlock, be on your best behavior. She's family, I don't need you being an ass." I retort.

"Oh alright, I'll be on my best behavior." He rolls his eyes exaggerated."If she's family, how come you have never mentioned her?"

"I don't tell my whole life with you, Sherlock." I look up at him rolling my eyes. Just then they heard a rough three knocks on the door. "That's her!!" I run down the old wooden stairs to the door.