Chapter 1:
"What have we got?" Jo asked, walking into the hotel room while holding a cup of coffee. Hanson looked up at her, explaining, "The hotel owner checked the room after the guest didn't show her face for a couple of days. When he opened the door, he saw this."
Jo looked down at the twenty year old woman that lay on the bed, her face white and pale, while she lay on her back.
"Have you called Henry?" Jo asked, but before she could finish, Henry walked in through the door.
"Hello detective." Henry said as he knelt down next to the woman, sniffing and checking her pulse. Jo stared at him for a few moments, before saying, "You got anything?"
She waited as he stood up, frowning, before asking him, "Henry? What's wrong?"
Henry turned to face her, before saying, "I don't know."
"What do you mean?" Hanson asked, backing off to stand next to Jo as Henry looked down at the body again, explaining, "There are no signs that this woman is dead. Except for having no pulse, and her skin is cold... it is almost as if she just sleeping."
Jo stared at him, trying to understand what was going on. But before she could say anything, two men walked into the room. One was tall, lean and handsome, with black-brown hair, light blue eyes and he wore a long black coat. The other was shorter, with greying hair, grey-blue eyes and a jacket.
Jo, Henry and Hanson stared at the two men, before all of their attention was drawn to the sound of something hitting the floor. They all turned to see Lucas staring at the tall man, his mouth opening and closing as if he were trying to say something.
The tall man rolled his eyes, and when he spoke they heard an English accent, saying, "I hope you don't mind Detective Martinez, if I have a look around."
Jo looked shocked, but said, "Yeah, okay. Who are you?"
"Oh, I'm John Watson and that's Sherlock Holmes." John said, stepping forward and shaking her hand. Jo gave a small nod as she watched Sherlock walk around the room, before kneeling next to the bed.
"Sorry, who?" Henry asked, frowning even more now as he watched Sherlock carefully press places on the victim's body. John cleared his throat slightly, before walking forward and asking in Sherlock's ear, "Is it her?"
Sherlock took a few moments to answer, before clearing his throat, and saying, "Yes John, it is."
John sighed heavily and hung his head, before turning to face Henry, Jo and Hanson, saying, "This woman's name is April. She's Sherlock's daughter."