Title: My Heart Beats For Love
Summary: While Sherlock is solving a case, he and John meet a beautiful young girl who holds a terrible past. When Sherlock finds himself falling in love with her, he tries to lie, even to himself. Can Watson convince him before this woman's life is up?
I've been stranded on a lonely street,
Got lost in the shadows,
Fell hard in the battles,
Heard cries and the suffering,
Walk through the darkness,
Left broken and heartless
Chapter 1
The lonely, lost girl,
With no-one to cry on
Watson was just bringing in some shopping when Holmes came rushing down the stars with a gleeful look on his face.
"We have a case" Watson assumed.
"Yes" said Holmes, passing Watson very quickly, then paused and turned on his hells back to face Watson again. "How did you know?"
Watson merely laughed and said "Let's just say I'm getting too know you, Sherlock."
Holmes grinned and he and Watson headed out of the door- the shopping lay forgotten on the floor.
"So, what's got you so interested?" asked Watson.
"A boy was beaten to death outside a forest near his friend's house" replied Holmes as he and Watson got into a cab.
"And what's so interesting about that?" asked Watson, puzzled and surprised.
"Oh-no, it's not the murder that's interesting. It's the boy's friends that I'm interested in" said Holmes as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"What's so interesting about them?" asked Watson, getting more confused by the second.
"There is seventeen children in their family, fifteen of whom are boys and two of them- the oldest and the youngest- are girls. Their farther is away and their mother or mothers are unknown" explained Holmes.
"Oh, so it's not the fact that you've fallen in love with the girl and you're just finding excuses to go see her?" Watson grinned even though he already knew Holmes's reply.
"I consider myself married to my work. I, Sherlock Holmes, do not fall in love."
"I'll believe that when I see that" muttered Watson.
"What?" acknowledged Holmes, not quiet hearing him.
"Nothing" sighed Watson and stared out of the window the rest of the car journey to the crime scene.
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Holmes and Watson got quickly out of the car and studied the scene in front of them. Holmes immediately started to examine the boy on the ground. The poor boy looked as if he had been beaten to death.
He was lying on the ground with his arms and legs were at a funny angle and he was covered in blood and bruises head to foot. His dirty blonde hair was stained with blood and mud and was sticking up in all places. His hazel eyes were open wide with fear and pain.
After Holmes had finished examining the body, he and Watson went to see the family Holmes was so interested in.
Holmes knocked on the door three times and waited.
"Hang on a sec" shouted a female voice. There was a lot of 'ohs' and 'oppes' before the door was opened to reveal a very beautiful woman in Holmes opinion.
She had long, red hair that went all the way down her back and light blue eyes that shone with excitement, childish, calm and seriousness all at the same time. She barely came up to Holmes's shoulder.
She wore a white apron which- by the looks of it- had been adjusted by herself because she had sewn on a saying:
Dance as if no one is watching;
Smile as if everything is perfect;
Give as if you have everything;
Kiss as if it was your last time;
Love as if you've never been hurt.
She was wearing underneath a red top with sleeves that went just past her elbows and dark blue jeans with silver pumps.
She smiled a very warm smile though it didn't quit reach her eyes and said "Hello, can I help you?"
"Yes, you must be Miss Roberts. We're here about the death of James" said Holmes and the girl's smile disappeared as fast as light being turned off by its switch.
"Yes, come in" the girl's face was so sad it was unbelievable and led them inside. She showed them into the living room where a strange but also a wonderful sight met Watson's eyes.
There were fourteen boys and one girl sitting on seats and the floor watching TV with their mouths hanging open. The girl smiled and it was obvious that she was considered as the mother in the family even though she wasn't their biological mother.
She led them into the dining room and gestured to two seats and Holmes and Watson sat down.
"Can I get you anything to drink? Tea? Coffee? Water?" she asked.
They declined and she sat down opposite them.
"Miss Roberts..." Holmes began but the girl smiled.
"Emma" she said "'cause you're obviously not the police."
"How did you know that?" asked Watson, slightly surprised. Whenever they came to visit someone after a crime, they usually get mistaken as the police unless they say otherwise.
"Easy. You, Mr Watson, are a soldier who was injured in Afghanistan or Iraq judging by the way you move, talk and your slightly tanned face.
Mr Holmes, on the other hand, doesn't dress like a policeman, talks like one or stands like one. And, when you were at a door, neither of you showed me a badge to say you were police. Plus, judging by the way you talk to each other, Watson is a friend to you but also a college" Emma shrugged as if it was obvious. Holmes grinned.
"At last" he said and he clapped his hands together. "Someone who is almost as clever as me!"
"Almost" Emma repeated, raising her eyebrows.
"Don't worry, Sherlock has a very big head" said Watson, rolling his eyes as Holmes who scowled childishly. Emma giggled. Holmes was very cute in her opinion.
"Emma" said Holmes, getting down to business "was your friend acting strangely lately?"
Emma looked puzzled.
"Friend? He's out half brother like the rest of us in this house!" she said.
"How do?" asked Watson.
"We just are" said Emma shortly.
Holmes frowned ever so slightly. She wasn't telling them something; something important; something that could help them solve this case.
I'm calling out, can you hear my voice?
I'm gonna find you through all the noise
Ooh whoa
You know there's nothing that I wouldn't do
Shine your light as I reach for you
AN: Please review. I know a lot of you out there believe that it should be a Sherlock/John and stuff like that but that is probably the reason I wrote this. Just to be different.