HEY THERE! Megan here! I didn't write this story, it is written by my friend Keri (who is lovely) and she doesn't have an account, so its on here! WOO! So, read it, review it, just be the wonderful people you are (: Over to Keri's story then!
"Sherlock! Will you just stop for a second!" John shouted at the retreating male.
"Can't stop John! Hurry up!" Sherlock replied while disappearing through the double doors. John's feet pounded against the White tiled floor, his breathe coming out in short and fast puffs as he raced down to catch up with his friend.
"Sherlock! You shouldn't even be here!" John argued as he reached Sherlock. "You're ill, you shouldn't..."
"I'm not ill John! I've never been ill in my...in my..." Sherlock scrunched up his face and erupted with a loud sneeze.
"If you're not ill, what was that?" John questioned as he opened the door to the morgue.
"Dust allergies." Sherlock replied smoothly as he entered the room, he pulled his coat closer around him due to the temperature difference, masses of black curls surrounded his head and his lean figure towered over his friend.
"Dust allergies? Since when did you have dust allergies?" John asked staring at Sherlock, who seemed to be staring at something else. John followed his gaze and found the source of Sherlock's temporally pause. John recognised the look on his friends face. He glanced back to the stranger sitting at Molly's desk who appeared to be wearing the same expression."Who are you?" The great detective called out. The stranger stood up and slowly walked towards the stunned males.
"Why don't you tell me, Mr Holmes." Sherlock looked down at the women smirking up at him. He opened his mouth eager to point out all the stuff he knew about her just by her appearance.
"Sorry Sis, but they only had ready salted." They all turned in the direction of the door where a slightly stunned Molly stood holding a packet of crisps at arms length. "Urmm...hi?" Molly mumbled raising her eyebrows in a questionable manner. "I didn't know you where coming?"
"Well we didn't know you had a sister. I guess today is just full of surprises." Sherlock's velvety voice monotonously replied as he rudely pointed at Molly's sister. Molly shut the door behind her and trudged over to her desk, placing the packet of crisps down absentmindedly.
"I've mentioned Leila before, you probably weren't listening." Molly replied tucking a strand of hazel hair behind her ear. She smiled weakly flushing red under the gaze of the misty grey eyes that bored into her.
"Yes. That was probably it." Sherlock answered bluntly. Molly creased her brow and frowned as she watched him turn back to her sister. Molly watched him stare curiously at Leila, a small dimple appearing on his forehead as he thought deeply.
"Well without the knowledge that Molly gave, it wouldn't have been hard to work out you two were related, same chocolate brown eyes, same shaped facial features except your nose is crooked, just slightly, no one else would be able to tell. I'm guessing you were in a fight. Male definitely, slightly taller than you. Right handed due to your nose leaning to the left." Leila touched her nose selfcocsciencly but still upheld her smirk. John rolled his eyes used to his friend's weird capability of figuring everything out about a person. "The discolouration to your skin suggests that you have just come back from somewhere hot, I would say two weeks ago. Your hair obviously dyed, a brown much darker than your sister's over there, and the tips of your roots are just breaking through. I'd say by the way your eyes are gleaming in some what way and the fact that your mouth is slightly a jar, that you are impressed Leila." Sherlock concluded before walking away.
"Quite so, Mr Holmes. But you missed out my age." Leila replied. Sherlock stopped suddenly and slowly turned to face the grinning female.
"Judging by the fact that it was Molly that appeared to have gone and gotten your..." Sherlock looked down disapprovingly at the crisps. "...Lunch. It's not hard to figure out that you are the younger sibling. But there isn't that much between you, I'd say three years. There for making you precisely twenty five years old." Leila clapped her hands and smiled.
"Amazing." Leila congratulated, she swiftly walked past them and over to her stunned sister. "You can have the crisps, Sis. I'm not hungry." she reached across the laptop and grabbed a small object and sliding it into the back pocket of her jeans.
"Since you stopped showing off, can you please tell me what we're doing here?" John enquired. Sherlock sniffed before turning to his friend to explain his reason.
"Woah, hold up. It's my turn." Leila interrupted, the two men stared at her quizzically. "It's only fair." Molly looked up from the laptop screen and a look of pure fear crossed her face.
"Leila, no!" She pleaded. Leila smirked back to her sister. "I said no, Leila." Sherlock looked back to and throw at the sisters, attempting to figure out the reason behind the disagreement. Leila turned to face him, her eyes wide with excitement.
"It's now my turn to figure you out, Sherlock." Leila spoke, the words causing Sherlock and John to scoff. "Where to start?" Leila scanned over the man standing in front of her. "You're I'll, would be the most obvious thing to point out, you're eyes puffy due to the sleepless nights of endless sneezing and coughing, no colour in your cheeks and how your mouth hangs open as it your only source of getting air into your lungs." Sherlock closed his mouth but opened it again as no oxygen was able to pass through the nasal passages. "You're a proud man, standing tall, neat clothes, and the fact that you like to show off your remarkable capabilities. You like to be the main man, loved by everyone, I presume this is to do with your childhood. Something you probably haven't even told John." The room went eerily quiet as Molly stopped typing and stared at her sister in curiosity, as did John. Sherlock still stayed calm, his eyes fixated on those of the young Miss Hooper. "You have an older sibling. Sister?" Sherlocks shoulders sagged a little. "No, brother. A brother that always got the attention of your parents. You were always put last." Leila babbled, Sherlock swallowed the lump that had formed at the back of his throat.
"Leila, that's enough now." Molly called out noticing the detectives discomfort.
"That was probably what strived you to become the genius that you are today. Always trying to impress parents, making them look your way, but there eyes stayed firmly on your older sibling. Him being popular, you just being the freak at school." Leila continued, getting more animated and angry, clenching her fists and teeth.
"Leila! I said stop." Molly hissed. Leila appeared to not have heard her sister and carried on.
"You're still jealous at your brother, and make everyone treat you like you've always wanted to be treated. You just want to be loved." Molly stared at Sherlock who appeared to be staring at nothing, his eyes glazed.
"Will you just shut up!" Molly shouted loudly, Leila stopped mid sentence and turned to face her sister confused. Her eyes locked on the jagged body of Sherlock, his face blank and icy. Leila's mouth forming a perfect 'O', her eyes widened and her cheeks flushed a light pink.
"I'm so sorry, Sherlock. I didn't mean to." Leila apologised sincerely. Sherlock stayed still for a minute before turning to face John.
"We're here to inspect two bodies. It came to me last night, that both the body found by the Thames and the body that was found in Victoria park have something in common." Sherlock answered John's earlier question as if nothing had just happened. Sherlock walked towards the back of the morgue expecting John to follow him eagerly. Typical Sherlock, battling on.