The Millbank Murder

by The Wily Canis latrans

A window washer has fallen 27 stories from the Millbank Tower and died upon impact. Was it murder or clumsyness? This is my very first attempt at fanfiction of any kind so be as harsh as you like!

The Millbank Murder

4:28 AM Millbank Tower, City of Westminster, London

The van is indented from the falling window washer. The car alarm wails.

7:28 AM Millbank Tower at the scene of the accident

"Probably just clumsy, poor bloke," sighed Inspector Lestrade to Sergeant Donovan, "this autopsy will be a messy one though."

"He could've had a bad day," suggested Sergeant Donovan.

"27 floors down? Yeah, a bloody awful day at that."

"It's possible"

"Anything's possible at this point. We'll just wait for the autopsy. Did you eat breakfast?"

"A cup of stale coffee"

Lestrade chuckled. "Let's grab something on our way back. I'm starving."

"Great, I haven't eaten sin-" piped up Anderson

"You can wrap this up, Anderson?" Interrupted Lestrade.

"Well, actual-"

"Thanks." Lestrade walked away with a chuckle with Donovan.

8:05 221B Baker's Street

"GET OUT MRS. HUDSON! DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING!"

John Watson rushed in the kitchen at the sound of the screams. "Sherlock! What's going on in here!"

"She touched my things, John! She's been…rearranging things…" said the man flustered with a sinister tone.

"Oh dear!" shuddered Mrs. Hudson, "I only moved the foot from the fridge into the freezer. I didn't know it would do so much damage!" She began crying.

"Sherlock! What's this all about. You've nearly given Mrs. Hudson a heart attack over…over a foot?!" accused John.

"Well maybe if she had a heart attack she wouldn't move my things." Suggested Sherlock Holmes.

"Well I'm going to move this thing to the trash right now." Said the fiery little land lady, pointing to the dismembered foot. Mrs. Hudson took up the bag with a huff and slammed the door on the way out.

"What was that for?" demanded Watson.

"An experiment." Said Sherlock.

"Not the bloody foot! Why were you yelling? What's gotten into you."

"Don't bore me with words, John. Have you heard the news? There's been a death at Millbank Tower. A window washer. Fell 27 stories. Grab your coat. It's chilly."

"How do you know?"

"Lestrade."

"Did he want you to give it a look?"

"No. Come on! We haven't got all day!"

John gave a confused look and grabbed his coat. Mrs. Hudson walked in forcing the door closed behind her from the strong winds.

"Going out dear?" said Mrs. Hudson to John, "You'd better bring a coat. It's terrible weather."

"Thank you, Mrs. Hudson." Said John hurrying after his partner and slamming the door behind him.