Childhood Heroes {Sherlock Fanfiction}

What was Once 26 Waterwatch Park

Lillian's POV

Sherlock convinced me to go back to my old house in Waterwatch. It gave me quite a surprise but I agreed for the faster solving of the case. After lunch, the three of us were on our way. It felt like the day they first went to my house to look for clues. Dr. Watson paid for the fare this time.

The first thing I noticed was the police line placed in front and sides of the lawn and on the door. Sherlock raised the line, letting me and Dr. Watson cross.

I walked to the front door and told them it was locked. We went to the back and the door was locked as well. I remembered Wiggins said he went through a window. We found the said window, but since the house was elevated, it took a while before we got in.

Dr. Watson went on his knees and I stepped on him. I managed to open the window but can't get in. It was past my waist.

"Sherlock, care to help?" Dr. Watson grunted.

"Get down," Sherlock told me but Dr. Watson stopped him.

"No. Don't do Blind Banker on this again," He said sternly. "Just give her a hand to step on."

I got inside with a thump on the wooden floor of the storage room. I took out the bobby pin from my bag and opened the back door, letting my companions inside.

Dust layered on the floor and it was evident where once the furniture stood. The cupboards, drawers, cabinets, every storage case were empty. Water and electricity weren't working also. It was like no one ever stepped on the house for years.

On the stairs however, there were droplets of blood. The trail led to the guest room, where the body of my mother was found.

"How did it look when you found it?" I asked.

"Face looking up, half gone due to gun shot from behind the head, left arm bent in an angle, right foot was fractured, stabbed multiple times at the torso," Sherlock did the positions while he stood around where the body once lied.

"She was shot here. Bullet shot." I pointed down at the floor. "That's not possible. She's not shot here then." I furrowed my eyebrows.

"How come there is small blood amount on the floor as well? If she was stabbed, she should be bleeding. Even her clothes should stain the floor as well. Therefore, she is not killed here, BUT why is there blood on the stairs and a bullet hole in the floor?!"  

I took a breath of frustration. "Imagine I didn't raise my voice while saying that."

"Let's check another room," Dr. Watson suggested.

Dr. Watson and I went to my room; Sherlock stayed at the guest's. It was unsettling when I entered. I was used to seeing the room in a mess. Books stacked on the shelf, bits and bots on my desk, my bed partially made and Bullet would be resting there.

"Lestrade said a bullet was found here." I walked to the middle of the room.

"Yes, pointing at the wall behind you."

"Behind me?"

This wall was the back of my bed. I knocked on it, finding for an empty space. I was knocking lower down the wall when I noticed the baseboard was slightly raised from its position. There was something behind it.

I took my swiss knife from my bag, carefully pulling the board away.

"Need help?"

"Yes, please." I handed Dr. Watson the knife. Within a few minutes, the base board broke and we tore it out.

"What does JM mean?"

Before I could turn to Dr. Watson, he was already out, calling for Sherlock.