*Ashley’s POV*
After the incident yesterday, Sherlock told me to go with him to New Scotland yard the next day, saying that he wanted to start my training on the current case he was working. John, usual man he was, tried to have me change my mind but I was ready; I wanted to learn to be a Consulting Detective just like Sherlock. As we pile into the cab, I smile inwardly, excited to start my first day of “training”. I sit in my seat, excited and nervous that I mindlessly pull on the end of my sleeves, which are currently attached to my black jacket. I wore something plain yet comfortable so I would not attract much attention; the outfit consisted of a comfy light brown, almost tan jumper thanks to my first paycheck, black pants and some tan flats that compliment my jumper and my messenger bag.
“Ashley, please try to not do anything rash while we are out today. I know you are of age but please try to stay close” I hear John say as he sits close to Sherlock, almost cuddled to him but after last night’s events, Sherlock was still deducting some things about the case. I only read over it briefly but from what I saw, I agree with Sherlock, this was not foul play but murder. It is involving a young girl, no older than I am, was recently discovered yesterday but her older sister after she had not come down for dinner. The sisters were daughters of important people in government so Mycroft wanted this case solved rather quickly. I was looking over the pictures when I feel us suddenly stop, causing me to look up and see a big building and a sign that read “New Scotland Yard”.
“Come now Ashley, we have a bodies to look out, cases to solve and training to do.” I hear a rather bored Sherlock say to me as I grab my stuff and try to pay for the taxi only to see a gray haired man say that it was covered. He held out his hand and helped me out, smiling as he does and this causes me to blush. “Ah, you must be the new recruit that is coming to help us…Angel, Right?” He implies as I see John and Sherlock walk in. “Oh, no sir. I am Ashley Foster and I am here with John and Sherlock.” I stutter out as I blush deeper and his face lights up some. “Good to see that you are ok then. Last time I saw you, you were being taken to St. Bart’s hospital . Allow me to introduce myself, I am Greg Lestrade, Detective Inspector here at New Scotland Yard. Can I get you anything Ms. Foster?” He proceeds to ask as he escorts me into the building.
“Please call me Ashley or Ash, I don’t mind either and a cup of coffee would be nice.” I smile gently as people stare at me, causing me to look down and hide my face. He smiles and yells to someone named Anderson to get us some coffee as I then follow him into his office. He offers me a seat and then has a seat in his chair. “I take it you are here to be like Sherlock?” He inquires as I look at the files on the case I am looking into. “Hmmm? Oh yes, I want to be a Consulting Detective as well, Detective Lestrade…were there any foreign contaminates in this girl’s body or under her nails?” I quiz him as I hear the door open and see a slightly older man bringing in our coffees. He looks at me and I could tell from the corner of my eye that he was looking at me, as if trying to figure me out. Before Detective Lestrade could say anything to him, I speak to the stranger without looking up.
“I can answer the questions you have in your mind. I am not a hooker nor am I paid entertainment set up by someone here. I am indeed under the age of 25 and before you ask, yes I am here helping someone on your current case…Besides, did your mother not teach you that staring is rude?” I inquire as I keep looking at the pictures of the young woman. “Dear God, don’t tell me you are here with him?” He yells as I feel a ping of anger swell into my throat but I hold it back. “By him, I believe you are referring to Sherlock and the answer is yes, I am an aspiring Consulting Detective and just asked a question, did you locate any foreign contaminates under the girls’ nails or in her mouth?” I ponder once more and he looks at me as if I just shot him. “How dare you, you little brat!” He yells as I then see someone grab his hand from behind his back and pull it up.
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The Sacrifice
أدب الهواةWhat kinds of trouble can come to a university student when she moves in with her cousins? You would think it would be a broken heart or a failing grade but not that a Consulting Criminal, her Father and her Ex-Boyfriend team up and want her dead? A...
