Hello this is my first Sherlock story I hope you enjoy!
It was cold in London, far too cold to be out on the streets, but this was exactly were Detective Greg Lestrade found himself now. Trudging through the street not through snow. Just against the bitter, biting cold wind that threatened to knock him down.
A voice broke him out of his thinking."This way Sir." The voice had said.
The detective's only reply was to turn down into the ally toward the door of an old decrepit building.
"What have we got?" Lestrade asked one of the sergeants on the scene.
"The place hasn't been used in over 15 years, expect as a squatting hole for every kind of drug addict, dealer and homeless person in London" Sergeant Donovan replied to his question "The body was reported by one of the homeless that sometimes used this building to shelter in, he thought he was going to get a reward for the discovery" Donovan chuckled "He took a swing at one of the first responders when he found that wasn't the case."
"Where is the body? I want forensics up there as soon as they get here" Lestrade said as he walked into the building away from the cold.
It wasn't much better inside. The cold leaked in as if it was trying to escape the freezing temperatures itself, but the wind couldn't penetrate through the old stone walls so it was somewhat warmer than outside.
"The body is upstairs on the 4th floor-" Donovan said.
"Has this building been cleared yet?" Lestrade interrupted, slightly annoyed to see a few homeless addicts curled up in the corner.
"We're working on it" Donovan replied "Most have had to be removed by force. They don't want to go out into the cold I suppose."
"Well get them out any means possible!" Lestrade snapped as he moved to go upstairs "This is a crime scene now!"
Lestrade pulled his coat tighter towards himself and hugged himself as he walked up the steps.
Eventually he had reached the room where the body was discovered, his team where in the process of clearing the room.
Lestrade ducked under the police tape a walked towards the body. It was a young lad, couldn't be any older than 16. He was pale, only dressed in a t-shirt with a very thin coat. The sleeves where rolled up and the track marks were a giveaway that this boy had found himself mixed up with a bad crowd. Lestrade knew this would be a quick and easy case to wrap up. If it wasn't the below freezing temperatures that got to the kid it would be an overdose.
Lestrade watched his team as he waited for forensics to show up at the scene.
Donovan then strode up with the forensic team, showing them the way in they then proceeded to get to work.
"Has everything been secured now?" Lestrade asked as she walked towards him.
"Yes, officers were just removing the last of them when Anderson and the others showed up" She replied.
"Good, this one should be simple" He stated "I reckon we'll be back at the yard by lunch, I just hope the feeling comes back to my toes at some point today" Lestrade said as a shiver worked its way up his spine.
They waited for Anderson to finish up before asking "Well?"
"Young male, guessing between the age of 15-18, no suspicions circumstances surrounding the death other than the track marks on his arm. We'll obviously have to wait for the post mortem results but I imagine he died from an overdose"
"Poor kid" Lestrade muttered "We'll have to find his identity. I imagine the parents will want to be informed" Lestrade said as he walked toward the exit "You lot pack the rest of-" Lestrade stopped in his tracks when he seen a scruffy looking gentleman in the far corner of the room, somewhat hidden behind a pillar "I thought you said we had the building cleared?!" Lestrade raised his voice at Donovan.
"Sorry Sir" She apologised "Must have missed one."
"Yeah well I'll sort out this last one, you finished up with the scene" Lestrade said as he walked toward the man sat in the corner "Alright mate we gotta move ya along now" Lestrade said as he reach the man's feet.
The man didn't respond, he appeared to be shivering a lot. Which was no surprise, he was dressed only in a thin dress shirt with a ragged hooded jacket some trousers and a pair of much worn shoes.
"C'mon pal we need this sight cleared" He said again hoping to get a reaction, nothing. Lestrade bent down to try and make eye contact. When he did he realised his first mistake, he was not talking to a man he was clearly a lot younger than he first thought not as young as the victim but still just a kid in his books. He wasn't shivering either; he was hunched over and madly scribbling something on a note book.
Lestrade frowned slightly and went to shake his shoulder. When he did, he looked up and stared directly into his eyes.
"What have you got there?" Lestrade asked pointing at the little black pocket sized notebook.
The kid rolled his eyes at this question and then bent his head back down towards the notebook.
Lestrade looked past the kid's messy black curls to see what he was writing, Lestrade noticed that his handwriting was very neat, unfortunately the same could not have been said about the young man's appearance. He looked like he hadn't had a decent meal in a long time, his face was sunken in making his check bones stand out even more than they already did. He clearly hasn't had a decent amount of sleep but considering where he must be sleeping it was understandable, and then he had noticed what had been written on the page.
Stupid questions.
Lestrade frowned and quickly swiped the book out of the boy's hands. He flicked back a few pages to see what he had been writing.
02/11/2015 Man in park walking with lover. Unhappily married. Wife oblivious to affair.
Lestrade read through some more pages, looking towards the homeless boy with a puzzled look.
10/11/2015 Couple in café, just back from Corfu, young girl is pregnant doesn't know who the father is.
-planning abortion.
The more Greg read from the book the more confused he was by the contents, and then he turned the page where today's date had been written.
15/11/2015 Officer Detective Inspector Lestrade: newly promoted, having marriage problems, stressed at work, stupid questions.
Anderson: Forensics, Useless, incompetent, idiot, slobby.
Donovan: Sergeant, Sleeping with married officer.
The crime scene and victim, 'Davie' 34, drug addict, murder, gang related.
"What is this?!" He said angrily, waving the book close the young man's face "How do you know these things?!"
He received no reply and no reaction other than the young man's frosted blue eyes staring at him with a slight smirk on his face.
Lestrade frowned at him waiting for an answer, when none came he asked "What's your name, kid?"
The young man at this reached his hand forward with a slight tremble and motioned for Lestrade to return the book to him.
Lestrade looked at the lad who not once broke eye contact with him. He looked at his arms and seen where his jacket had rolled up revealing some old scarred track marks and fresh ones as well. He hesitantly placed the book back into his outstretched hand.
The young man bent his head and scribbled down on the book before handing in back to the inspector.
Sherlock Holmes.
"Sherlock Holmes?" Lestrade read the name aloud and looked back towards the young man still sat in the corner "I may need to ask you some more questions Sherlock."
Sherlock still said nothing as he stared at the DI.
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