Hey everyone! This is my first fan fiction ever so I'm kind of nervous about sharing it. Liza Holmes is Sherlock Holmes' 17 year old niece. She is not Mycroft's daughter though. She is the daughter of Sherlock and Mycroft's deceased sister, Sarafina Holmes. I hope you enjoy it and don't forget to review! Btw, I'm American, so if I get some of the "British lingo" wrong, let me know and ill fix it. **I do not own Sherlock! I only own Sarafina and Liza Holmes!** (Cred for Transcript: Ariane DeVere on Livejournal.)

Liza's POV

I woke up to the sound of my Uncle Sherlock downstairs playing the violin again. I mean sometimes it's really calming to listen to but other times I just want to run downstairs and break it against a wall. He's looking for a flat mate because apparently I'm not good enough… (Sarcasm). Honestly though, he's never going to find someone who can deal with how crazy we are. Beakers cluttering the kitchen, chemicals in the milk, heads and body parts in the fridge. Honestly it's like a mad house in here! Anyways. I got up and got dressed when the music stopped. I could hear him coming up the stairs.

"I'm going down to Bart's for a while. Coming or not?" I could practically hear his eyes rolling behind the door.

"Yes just give me a minute." He sighs loudly and walks away.

After a couple of minutes, I walked downstairs to find him waiting by the door.

"Well it's about time." He says putting on his scarf.

"Oh shut up, you love me." I say, walking past him out the door.

We got into the cab and told the driver to take us to St. Bart's Hospital. When we got there, I got out but Uncle Sherlock stayed in.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I have somewhere else I have to go first. You won't mind waiting here, will you?" He said with a smirk.

"Sure, I guess not…"

"Good. Be right back."

And with that, he shut the door and the cabbie drove off.

"Typical…" I sighed and walked into the building.

About an hour and a half later, he arrived back at St. Bart's.

"What was that all about? I've been waiting here forever!" I exaggerated.

"Oh calm yourself, it wasn't that long. I just had some… business to take care of."

"Uh huh…" I sighed.

We walked into the morgue and he went over to a body bag in the middle of the room and unzipped it. I figured this wouldn't take long but I pulled up a stool anyways. Just about that time, Molly walked in. Molly Hooper is a pathologist that works at Bart's. (Has a huge crush on my Uncle Sherlock, by the way.) She's nice and sweet and somewhat shy, especially around Uncle Sherlock. But, I found she's easy to talk to and a very good listener.

"How fresh?" He asks her.

"Just in. Sixty-seven, natural causes. He used to work here. I knew him. He was nice." She says.

Uncle Sherlock zips the bag back up and turns and smiles at Molly.

"Fine. We'll start with the riding crop."


I sat and watched as Uncle Sherlock stood there beating the body with a riding crop. Don't get me wrong, I love my Uncle. But sometimes his methods of doing things are… well, shocking. After he had finished, Molly came back down to where Uncle Sherlock was.

"So, bad day, was it?" She asks jokingly.

Uncle Sherlock ignored her and started writing something in a notebook he pulled out of his pocket. I leaned over his shoulder to sneak a glance but he pulled the notebook closer to his chest and turned his head to glare at me. I raised my hands up in mock surrender and rolled my eyes. He turned back to his notebook.

"I need to know what bruises form in the next twenty minutes. A man's alibi depends on it. Text me." He says to Molly. She looks at him.

"Listen, I was wondering: maybe later, when you're finished…"

"Are you wearing lipstick?" he interrupts. "You weren't wearing lipstick before."

"I, er, I refreshed it a bit." She smiles.

By now it's pretty obvious she's flirting, but he gives her an oblivious look and goes back to writing in his notebook.

"Sorry, you were saying?"

Molly stares at him intently and says,

"I was wondering if you'd like to have coffee."

I look from Molly to Uncle Sherlock, but instead of catching on, captain oblivious replies,

"Black, two sugars, please. I'll be upstairs."

At that he turns and walks away. I follow him out the door and into the hallway.

"You know she was asking you out, right? And you basically just turned her down." He looks at me.

"Who? When?" He asks, knowing exactly what I was talking about.

I roll my eyes. "You're such a prick…"

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a smirk on his face.

AN: So what do you think so far? This is only the first part of A Study in Pink. We'll be getting to the part where Sherlock and Liza meet John in the next chapter. Remember. Reviews make me happy. :)