Every Girl Like Me
I do not own Sherlock in any way.
It was rainy cold day in Bristol when the funeral was held.
Deputy Richard Lestrade was being laid to rest today.
The 21 guns went off, startling Olivia.
Before her father's death, she had never been to a police funeral.
Her uncle put his hand on her shoulder.
When the casket was in the ground, the police chief handed Olivia her father's hat and a folded flag.
"He was a great man", Zigor told her, "He will be missed".
She tried to smile and thank him, but couldn't.
"Thank you", her uncle said for her.
The casket was covered with dirt and everyone started to leave.
After an hour, Olivia was still standing in front of her father's grave.
"Livy, c'mon. Let's get you home", her uncle said.
The word home sent her into tears.
She hadn't cried since the day her father's partner had broken the news to her.
Her uncle took her in his arms. "It'll be okay Livy. I promise you", he told her.
Within a week, Olivia had packed up her life in Bristol.
Her uncle had arranged for her to be moved to London with him.
One very long train ride later, Olivia arrived in London.
Despite living in England her whole life, her father had never taken her to London.
Not even to see her uncle.
But being Detective Inspector of Scotland Yard made it rather difficult for him to get away.
As they unpacked, her uncle got a call from the station. He sighed.
"Tough case?" Olivia asked him.
"Yeah", he said. He dialed another number.
Olivia could hear him yelling the hallway.
"I don't care Sherlock! There's a murderer on the loose. I would really appreciate your help", her uncle said, "Thank you Sherlock. Come by the station tomorrow and we'll talk about it". Her uncle hung up.
"Who's Sherlock?" Olivia asked.
"Sherlock Holmes. Grade A git, but a great man", he said.
Olivia couldn't wait to meet this Sherlock Holmes.