This is set after the Scandal in Belgravia, in late February.
"Stop, that grumbling Sherlock you look fantastic in a fez." said Sadie as the trio moved through the crowd filling the stadium. " Alright I agree with Sherlock on this one. We look like nerds." chimed in John, adjusting his lens less tortoiseshell glasses. "That's the point." argued Sadie "We are blending in." "Then how come you didn't dress up?" questioned Sherlock. "I've got a hat and-" she was interrupted by a squak on the radio in her hand. After a moment of listening she turned to her companions.
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Oh,I suppose a lot of questions just popped into your head. Like who is this 'Sadie' and all that. Well I'll just start from the beginning, of the very first time Mr. Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson met Sadie Holmes. Though she wasn't a Holmes at first. But more of that later.
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2 Months Earlier(October)
John was feeling quite content writing a e-mail to his current girlfriend, when the door flew open. "John, I need a bucket of water quickly!" his flatmate said his tone rushed and strained. "Kitchen." called John, not even bothering to look up. John tsked quietly under his breath. Nothing good could come from Sherlock doing experiments behind the building.
20 Minuets Later
John poked his head out of the window, calling to the man bellow. "Lestrade called, we've got a case." his only reply was a call of "Five minuets." When John closed the front door to the flat 6 minuets later, he was met with an inpatient Sherlock waiting in a taxi. "Come along,John." he called. John sighed, this was gonna be loads of fun.
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Abandoned Factory
"Found him this morning." said Lestrade as they walked towards the body. He continued as Sherlock did his look over. "According to his I-D his name is Alan Stokley." The victim was a tall, thin man in his mid-twenties. A large leather portfolio lay next to him. " Has anyone opened the case?" questioned Sherlock. "No,we were waiting for you." "The case isn't his, but someone has tried very hard to make it seem that way." "But why?" asked John. His answer was Sherlock flicking open the case.
The case was empty, except for a single black folder. Inside the folder was a thick stack of photos. Each one showed the same girl, in some she was with a tall ginger boy, in others she was alone, glancing over her shoulder, like she could see the camera. All the photos were taken from quite a distance, obviously without her knowledge. "Hmm." hmmed Sherlock. " What do you mean, hmm?" John said raising an eyebrow. Sherlock suddenly reached over, slipping his hand into the dead man's pocket, producing a phone. "No pass code, a pity. The girl in the photos name is Sadie Sparks, call me when you bring her in." he remarked after pressing a few keys."How do you know her name?" Lestrade quickly replied, moving to stop Sherlock from leaving. Sherlock rolled his eyes at having to explain himself. "She's the victim's child's babysitter." he huffed, showing the DI a contact picture of Sadie smiling and holding a chubby toddler. "You know, she sort of reminds me of someone." John said squinting at the photos. " Let's go John, we have work to do." Sherlock plowed on ahead ignoring his friends comment.
Right at that minute a large bulldog came blundering in barking like mad. It headed straight for Sherlock, snapping it's large teeth at him,managing to get it's mouth around a good amount of Sherlock's hand before John smartly thumped it on the head." You alright?"asked John as Sherlock shook out his hand,blood drops hitting the concrete floor. "The forensics will have to be notified to separate that from evidence." said Lestrade flipping out his mobile. "Lets go Sherlock, before anything else happens." John said usherring Sherlock from the factory.