A Living Mystery

A Study In Turquoise

A/N Second chapter us heere! Enjoy! ( The picture above is the dress Eris is wearing when they find her BTW.)

3rd Person POV

"Stay here darling, don't move or make a sound until the police comes, ok?" the woman looked down at her daughter, tears threatening to spill. She had both hands cradling the small girl's face but she reeled back when she heard the door below slam. "I love you." the mother croaked before shutting the door to the closet, her daughter inside.

The little girl waited, clutching a worn toy dog nervously. A scream sounded through the door then a few gunshots before a loud thump echoed from outside. And there was silence. It was the loudest and heaviest silence the child had and would ever hear. It seemed to last hours but she stayed quiet as a mouse.

Finally, footsteps and sirens filled the night air, the police had arrived. So the girl gave in to the lump in her throat and began to cry. Sobs and wails that made her whole body shake like an earthquake. She exhausted herself, crying until she couldn't any longer, tears wetting her cheeks and stuffed toy.

The closet door swung open to reveal a woman with light brown skin and curly hair. Her eyes widened when she saw the little girl, scooping her up and walking over to her chief inspector. The child tried to fight back, letting out a few weak yells but she was too tired to do any real damage. "Lestrade, look who I found."

The man looked up from inspecting the body of a young woman, shot through the head with a handgun. His face scrunched up in concern "My God, is she hurt?" the policewoman shook her head "Get her in the car Donavan, we have to take her to the station and find her father. Looks like she was her mother." he pointed at the corpse and Inspector Donavan grimaced.

After Donovan dropped off the child Lestrade hopped in the car, little girl sleeping in the seat beside him, and sped off towards the police station with the sirens blaring to clear his way. He perked up, remembering something "Oh, right." he mumbled and took out his phone, sending a quick text.

Having trouble with a murder case, you might find it "interesting". Meet me at the station.

-GL

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"John, John, John," Sherlock repeated, poking the man beside him every time he said his name. He was laid out across his armchair in a robe, his curly hair disheveled from not being combed all day. "John, John, John..."

"What, Sherlock? I'm busy!" John snapped, looking away from his computer to glare at his boyfriend. He was writing a new page of his blog about a case involving a legal document, a pie, and an ancient pirate ship that Sherlock had solved in three days. Let's just say, he was extremely immersed in his work and did not appreciate being bothered.

The detective stopped and slumped back in his chair "I'm bored," he mumbled then hopped to his feet unexpectedly (still on the chair) and pulled out a gun from the pocket of his robe. "Bored. BORED. BORED!" he shouted, shooting the wall every time he said the word.

John didn't even flinch, used to the sociopath's childish behavior. He sighed and got to his feet, grabbing Sherlock's gun arm and tugging at it. "Get down from there you dolt, you're going to wake the neighbors, it's 10:00 pm."

"Oh, so you'll get up for the neighbors but not for me? That's making me feel very special, thank you, John." Sherlock said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. But he stepped off the chair anyways.

John rolled his eyes and smiled at him "You know that's not true," he said and turned back to his computer.

Sherlock perked up and stood behind John's chair "What's not true?" he asked slyly. He knew what John meant, of course, but he wanted to hear him say it out loud.

A faint blush dusted the doctor's cheeks and he cleared his throat "That the neighbors are more special to me than you." The detective smirked.

Sherlock leaned forward and whispered in his ear "And what does that mean?"

John suppressed a shiver and muttered something under his breath. "What? You're going to have to speak up, dear."

"I said that it means you're the most important person in the world to me," John exclaimed, whirling around so that his face was an inch from Sherlock's. Both of them blushed bright red and simultaneously looked down at each other's lips. They began to unconsciously lean forward until their lips were almost touching...

=BUZZ=

Sherlock and John jumped apart, their faces flushed. John quickly looked back at his computer screen, pretending to be focused on his work. Sherlock cursed under his breath and pulled out his mobile phone, the source of the noise. But when he saw the screen his face immediately turned normal, an excited light dancing in his eyes. "It's a text from Lestrade."

John looked at him, forgetting his blog entirely "What does it say?" he asked, his eyes wide with interest.

Sherlock was already on his way to their room. "To meet him at the police station, we have a case!" he shouted from the doorway, before shutting the door to get dressed. John grinned and got up as well, already in a beige jumper and trousers. He closed the laptop and grabbed the small medical kit he carried inside his coat on cases.

A minute later Sherlock strode out of the bedroom wearing a crisp, dark blue suit. He flashed a brilliant smile at John, a wild look in his eyes "Come, John! There's a murder to solve!"

The doctor laughed and followed Sherlock down the stairs and out onto the street. They hailed a cab and got in.

"So, where to mates?" the cabbie asked from the front seat.

John looked over and saw Sherlock grinning "Scotland Yard Police Station."

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"What is that?" Sherlock said questioningly, scrunching his eyebrows together when he saw the little girl.

"She, is a child. The victim's kid in fact." Lestrade replied, meeting the couple at the door. "Her name is Eris, no last name that we know yet. We're finding out who her father is right now."

"The victim's kid?" John muttered "Poor girl."

Lestrade nodded his agreement but Sherlock seemed to brighten "Perfect, a witness." Before either of the two could stop him he walked towards the girl who woke up as his shadow fell over her. Eris looked around six, she had shoulder-length curly, black hair, startling green eyes and amber skin. Her gaze was intense for such a small child and she wore a simple turquoise play dress with sparkly sea green sneakers.

Eris and Sherlock stared at each other for a minute before the girl pointed at the detective and asked "Who you?"

He raised an eyebrow "Sherlock Holmes. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?" Eris tilted her head to the side and opened her mouth to speak but Sherlock cut her off "Well, it doesn't really matter, I'm going to ask you anyway."

"Sherlock!" John scolded, glaring at his boyfriend angrily "Would it kill you to be a bit gentler, she's just a little kid."

Sherlock sighed and backed away "Fine, but she would make a prime witness." he grumbled.

Eris giggled, making all three of the men look at her in surprise. She looked down at her feet and her smile shrunk "There was bang after mommy yell, then a shhhh. Don mad cause' mommy lie." she explained. A few tears fell down her cheeks and she started hiccuping "Is mommy gone?" Eris sobbed, looking at Sherlock when she asked.

The detective didn't know what to say so he just stared blankly as the child cried. He had no idea how to react to the tears but seeing Eris sad stirred something in his chest that he couldn't figure out. Just then the door opened, revealing a wide-eyed Molly Hooper.

"I ran the tests, I know who the Father is." she said her face confused and disbelieving.

John walked up to the little girl and put an arm around her shoulders while Sherlock and Lestrade turned to Molly. "Well, who is it?" the detective inspector asked impatiently.

Molly gulped and looked the Consulting Detective in the eyes "Sherlock, would you care to explain?"

A/N Muahahahaha cliffhanger!!!!

~Prongs❤