One Interesting Girl - Season 1 [Sherlock x OC]

Chapter 3- Crime Scenes & Ignorant Police

The cab pulled up about 5 feet away from a closed off block with police cars on one side of some blue tape, clearly marking off a crime scene. John got out of the car before Sherlock and then me. As I stepped out the car, Sherlock extended his hand for me to steady myself. I was shocked and hesitantly grabbed it. I didn't know him personally enough yet but it didn't seem like he was the type of person to be touched so easily. We began making our way towards the crime scene when Sherlock spoke again.

"Did I get anything wrong?"

I assumed he was talking to John and was correct when John responded,

"Harry and me don't get on, never have. Clara and Harry split up three months ago and they're getting a divorce, and Harry is a drinker."

"Spot on, then. I didn't expect to be right about everything."

I turned towards the boys and spoke.

"You weren't. Harry is short for Harriet, isn't it John?"

John looked shocked for a moment before responding.

"Yea, it is. How'd you know that?"

"Lucky guess."

I winked at him before realizing that Sherlock had stopped in his tracks at my statement and John's response.

"Sherlock?" I called back.

" Harry's your sister."

John spoke shortly after Sherlock's declaration.

"Look, what exactly are we supposed to be doing here?"

"Sister!"

I looked at Sherlock.

"Sherlock, please snap outta it."

"No, seriously, what are we doing here?" John exclaimed again.

"There's always something, How could you tell?"

I rolled my eyes at Sherlock's statement towards me and turned around to face him while walking backwards.

"Sherlock, stop answering a question with a question. What exactly are we supposed to do at this-"

"Hello, Freak!"

I turned back around at the statement, wondering who would call him that, only to come face to face with the same lady who was on the news with the Detective Inspector. She was just as stuck up as she seemed on the news apparently. She also smelled horribly of men's deodorant and I quickly scrunched my nose at the smell. I tried to hold back my look of distaste for her but I think Sherlock caught a glimpse of it before he spoke.

"I'm here to see Detective Inspector Lestrade."

"Why?"

"I was invited."

"Why?" she responded sassily.

"I think he wants me to take a look" Sherlock returned just as sassily.

I let a small snicker out but quickly composed myself but once again, I caught Sherlock's eyes before turning away.

"Well, you know what I think, don't you?"

"Always, Sally."

I can't help but let the sarcastic statement leave my mouth.

"Ladies, please I'm hungry and it's cold, can we save the cat fight for later?"

She was about to address my statement when Sherlock sniffed the air and beat her to it with a statement of his own.

"I even know you didn't make it home last night."