The Scarlet Aria (BBC Sherlock and OC Fanfic)

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  They sat and John stared Sherlock down,"Come on Sherlock, you saw that she was distraught."

"So, what did I do?"

"You did the wrong thing morally," John leaned forward," Imagine that you are a 14-year-old child and your parents got murdered out of cold blood. How would you feel?"

"Terrible."

"Exactly, take it slow with her. Be... sympathetic,"John said as Sherlock cocked his head to the side,"Relate with her, use situations."

"But that would be lying,"He said as if it were the most obvious thing,"Why would I lie?"

"Sometimes lying is a way to protect someone from the worst. Just be careful with what you say,"John rubbed his shoulder and looked back to see if Scarlett was there,"Okay?"

"Fine," He looked to the side and saw a violin on in a case. Sherlock stood and made his way to it, and he picked it us with a delicate touch,"Cremona."

"Cre-what?" John said looking in his direction.

"She has a Cremona violin. Hand-crafted in Cremona, Italy. Very expensive and well-worth the wait," He picked the bow up and started to play one of his composures,"Oh my god John. I want one!"

Scarlett stepped into view and Sherlock didn't stop,"Sherlock... you're going to break my bow. I haven't prepped it today."

He stopped and handed it to her,"Thank you my dear."

She scoffed and he sat back in front of John,"So Miss Harrison-Martin-"

"Call me Letta."

"So Miss Letta, what's it like working for the British Intelligence?"

"Boring. They won't let me on the field because it's "unorthodox" to let a 14-year-old girl out,"She sat next to John,"So all I get to do is write their casework."

"And how much do you get paid a year?" Holmes asked.

SHe thought for a moment,"Well, it depends on how many cases they get through."

John looked at his phone,"Say 15."

"Then it would be around 500,000 Pounds,"Both of the men looked each other in the eye,"That's why I started to work for them."

"Do you enjoy your job?" John looked at Sherlock, he was on to something.

"No, I much rather do what you two gentlemen do. Sounds fun. Judging by your website and his blog, I'd say things are interesting around you two."

John smiled and Holmes smirked at the remark,"Then why don't you join us?"

"I'd be fired probably."

"In secret."

She thought for a moment,"What's in it for me?"

"Fun," Sherlock smirked,"Though if you wish to live in boredom, that's fine."

John figured it out, Sherlock was trying to keep her mind off of her parents like he suggested,"We would be more than happy to you have you."

"What are you doing?"

"Your parents' case."

"I'll take it," She shook his hand,"See you then."

John and Holmes made their way to the door Scarlett started to play her violin,"I thought you had to prep the bow?"

"I just said that to get you off of my mother's violin,"She continued.

They left and John hailed a cab.

"Why was there a child's room?"

"What?"

"Why was there a child's room? Her sister died when she was three months old."

John got in the cab with Sherlock behind him,"Maybe they kept it for sentiment."

"But why? It's just a reminder that she's dead," he propped his elbows on his knees,"That's what I don't understand."

"Maybe they want to remember the time they had with her. It's... complicated,"John received a text and he looked at it,"Why would Lestrade contact me?"

"I left my phone at the flat."

"Well he says that we need to come in."

He knocked on the barrier between the cabbie and them,"Take us to Scotland Yard."

Once they reached the station Lestrade was chatting with the Sergeant Donovan,"Ah, Mr. Holmes."

"What is it Graham?" He said in the usual annoyed tone.

He sighed,"I thought that you'd like to examine the bodies."

"I would be delighted," They went to the morgue,"Oh my oh my oh my."

"What is it Sherlock?" John questioned.

"They were injected from the back due to the fingerprints on their necks. The father struggled more than the mother since she had been attacked first. The culprit must've gone for the woman because she must've been an easier target. The man was hurt badly before being injected, but the woman was taken down easily and without much pain. After the attack the killer stayed to watch and observe the results," Sherlock looked at the man's hands,"So why did the killer choose them?"

"Because they were easy targets and they were stupid," A female voice came from the entrance of the room,"You left without me."

Hello! This is Miss Crystal--Wayne! JK, I'm not a miss, I'm just me. Anyways I hope you enjoyed this chapter and that you will Comment, vote, and whatever else you can do with these stories on Wattpad!

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