Burn Me

Prologue

Amelia, what such a dull and predictable name. Out of thousands of possible names, why did her mother possibly choose Amelia?

Many mysteries, like this remained unsolved. Amelia, coincidently enjoyed a good Detective story and

Cuppa, as did her mum.

God, she missed her.

Her gaze remained on the window. It's reflective surface displayed her fatigue, sleep deprived face.

"Amelia, AMELIA!,"she altered her head to face her addressor.

A simple set of serious liquid brown eyes laid upon her's, alongside a set of greying hair.

"Jesus, Amelia you need some sleep."

New Scotland Yard, Amelia couldn't despise it any less. Crap colleagues, Coffee, Tea and a Police force who can't even close cases by themselves.

Adjusting back to the reality, Amelia sat up in her desk chair.

"Sorry Greg, I'm just dazed."Amelia's Australian accent sounded as dreary as her face.

"Go home Amelia."Suggested Detective Inspector Lestrade.

Without slight hesitation, Amelia Rose from the desk.

A quick response, immediately followed her. Sally scoffed particularly loud.

"Bye freak, mark two."And Amelia's figure walked out, to catch a cab.

The thought of her house or flat, made her shudder. The loneliness she has compelled herself to couldn't compare to anything.

Books filled her small apartment. Ranging from Fairy tales, to Crime. Grabbing a personal favourite, she began to indulge in the story.

Curing her boredom, wasn't a easy thing to do.

Her eyes, started to become heavy. Attempts of resisting, failed and soon she was consumed by darkness.

A loud thud, echoed throughout the dull apartment. Remaining now a book On the grey carpet.

It's cover looked fancy. A well known story it was indeed.

Hansel and Gretel.

Sometime at 221B Baker St.

And at that very moment...

One poor, yellow smiley now was getting shot at.

All thanks to Sherlock's bad case of boredom.