Okay I shouldn't be uploading this because I haven't updated the others. That's only because I've lost all inspiration for those and I'm running on the inspiration for this.
This is going to be hard for me to write, but don't kill me if you think characters are too OOC or you hate how it's written. Helpful advice is welcomed!
DISCLAIMER: I only own my OC. Everything else you recognize is owned by BBC and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
"Um, Lestrade?"
"Yeah?"
"Why is there a kid looking at the body?" John whispered.
"Just because I'm about 17 years younger than you doesn't mean I'm a child, sir." The girl called over to John, her eyes never leaving the body. She was obviously listening to the conversations around her.
Sherlock was off who knows where and hadn't showed up here yet. He was going to have a fit when he saw the girl. Lestrade and John walked over to said girl. Greg seemed absolutely fine with a 14 year old girl examining the body of the victim.
"What do you have?" Lestrade asked leaning forward.
"Victim was murdered. Overdose of drugs."
"If it was an overdose how is it murder?" Anderson walked up next to them. The girl rolled her eyes.
"I was getting to that. Don't let your stupidity get in the way. The victim was given multiple different drugs. The needle mark where the heroine was injected was forced. The nose is bruised. Cocaine was given. The throat is red where a hand was and the jaw slightly dislocated. Pill drugs were forced down the throat. Now the question is why would somebody waste drugs on the victim when they could be selling it on the black market?" The girl inquired.
"Oh my… It's a mini Sherlock." John whispered shaking his head.
"Anderson move away from the body. You're contaminating it. Lestrade? Why is she here?" Sherlock waltzed onto the scene.
"She's helping, since you decided to show up late." Lestrade responded smirking.
"Oh! I got it! It was an experiment! Though the drugs are close to the true form of the original each drug has been altered and they used the victim as a lab rat to see the effects and how much it would sell on the market!" The girl exclaimed before acknowledging Sherlock.
"Hi! The name's Danieta Harris. Call me Dani. It's easier to say." She held out her hand to Sherlock. She was about five feet, six inches (my knowledge on the metric system is weak. So stick with my American measurements), she had straight, dark brunette hair pulled back in a pony tail that went to her lower back. She wore no makeup at all. John thought that all teenagers wore makeup. Dani had dark blue framed glasses and a few small blemishes on her face. She wore a green t-shirt that said "You wouldn't like me when I'm angry", jeans, and converses. Dani was a nerd.
Sherlock looked skeptically at her hand before giving a small smile and shaking it, "Sherlock Holmes."
"Alright, Mr. Holmes-"
"Please, call me Sherlock." John gave him a strange look.
"Alright, Sherlock. Anything I miss?" She smiled at him.
"Well, you forgot to identify the victim's age, occupation, power in society, etc." He listed off a few things.
"I left those for you. I couldn't leave nothing for you to deduce." She took a step back.
"He's looks to be a basketball player in high school; long legs." Anderson added his input.
"Shut up, Anderson!" Dani and Sherlock said simultaneously.
"This is a little creepy, isn't it? She's like the younger, nerdier, more feminine, version of Sherlock." John mumbled to an amused Detective Inspector.
"Actually it is kind of scary."
Dani's P.O.V
I listened to Sherlock as he told the victim's life story. I had heard the military man mumble to Greg that I was the girl version of Sherlock. I could see a few similarities, but I saw a lot of differences.
Tilting my head up slightly, I scanned the area for anything "out of the ordinary." I had a feeling something was getting ready to go down. I looked to Sherlock at my left. He was texting someone. Everyone else seemed preoccupied with one thing or another. I quickly snuck away to an abandoned factory I spotted earlier that was just a few average adult body lengths away. I moved just in time because just as I slipped out of sight, John walked over to Sherlock.
I pushed on the half rusted door slowly as to not make too much noise. I slipped inside and grabbed out my gun. Lestrade had given me a permit for one. Yes, please trust a 14 year old with a gun.
I moved into a filthy hallway and listened. A few doors down I heard some shuffling and voices. I pressed my ear piece on, "Lestrade-"
"Where the hell did you go?! You can't sneak off without telling someone, Dani."
"Yes, dad," I mocked, "But listen. You know there's an abandoned factory not too far to your left. I think I found some drug dealers. I'm not sure if it's the killer or not. Give me five minutes then bring some officers in. I don't know how many there are but it sounds like at least five. 'Kay, got to go. Don't want to get caught."
"Dani!-" I turned the ear piece off and slowly moved closer to the "Door of Destiny" as I'm calling it.
John's P.O.V
Apparently, Dani's an orphan that Lestrade found at a crime scene awhile ago. They tried to put her into foster care, but she had begged them not to. She was currently under the protection and care of Scotland Yard, but no one in specific was her legal guardian. I walked over to Sherlock to tell him about Dani when I saw she wasn't with anyone else at the scene.
"Sherlock?"
"What is it, John?" He asked looking up from his phone.
"Where's Dani?" I looked around again.
"She's right-… I don't know." Sherlock looked honestly confused.
Sherlock and I shared a look then jogged over to The D.I.
"Did you happen to see Dani?"
"I thought she was with you."
"Obviously, she's not."
"Well-" someone began speaking to him through his ear piece, "Where the hell did you go?! You can't sneak off without telling someone, Dani." Lestrade paused to listen to the temporarily missing girl.
"Dani!" He started urgently, "That sneaky girl! She's gone into a nearby factory and she's found some drug dealers inside." He stated angrily.
"Well, are we going to go get her?" I asked.
"She said to give her five minutes."
"Are you really going to listen to the orders of a teenager?" I exclaimed concerned for the safety of our new friend.
"She obviously knows what she's doing." Sherlock added nonchalantly while loading his pistol.
Three agonizing minutes passed when we heard gun shots. Lestrade sent officers over to the location of the shooting. With hesitation Sherlock and I bolted to the factory.
Dani's P.O.V
"Sorry for setting your meth lab ablaze!" I shouted to the dealers from behind a crate filled with who knows what. I leaned over it just enough to shoot one of the dealers elbow causing him to drop his gun. I took this opportunity to run out of the lab and into the hallway. They weren't far behind. I tripped and fell to the disgusting floor as Scotland Yard burst through multiple doors and surrounded the drug dealers.
I sat up and yelled at the top if my lungs over the noise, "EVERYBODY OUT NOW UNLESS YOU WANT TO GET BLOW TO PIECES!" That got everyone moving. I tried to get up but there was no room to move in a sea of feet. I felt someone pick me up off the ground and run out of the building just as the meth finally got hot enough to explode. The force made its way to my rescuer and I and it pushed us to the ground. I rolled a few feet away from my knight in shining armor and saw it was Sherlock. He looked fine except for a few scratches. I got up and held out my hand for him. I helped him up. We made our way back to the group.
"Dani, you idiot!" Lestrade came rushing over with military man whose name is apparently John.
"Nice to see you too." I smiled at him.
"What were you thinking? You could've died!" He was acting like an overprotective father. Didn't he have his own kids to mother?
"That's what people do." I crossed my arms.
"Let's get you over to the paramedics, Dani." John started to lead me over.
"Nope. Never. Can't make me go over there. They're evil." I stayed planted to my spot.
"Bad experience?" Sherlock asked with a smirk. He knew the real reason and he knew that I knew that he knew.
"That's an understatement."
"Come on before you lose too much blood." John dragged me along again.
"I'm not bleeding…" I trailed off, "Oh, hey look. I am." Apparently I was shot about once in my right forearm, once in the ball and joint of my right shoulder and forearm and once in the back along my spine somewhere.
"Geez. These guys had terrible aim. Alright. I'll go to get the bullets out but one of you three need to stay with me. I don't need to be placed in a mental ward because I stabbed a paramedic with a tweezers when they tried to take me to the hospital." They all chuckled.
"You think I'm kidding, don't you?" I quietly accused them. Sherlock offered while John gave him another strange look and led me to the paramedics. The adrenaline finally dropped and that was when the pain settled in. Sherlock had to hold me down to keep me from biting the paramedics. They apparently couldn't use a sedative because inhaling burning meth then using a sedative could put me in a coma. This was going to be a long night…
Me: Thanks for reading! Review! Give advice! Please! *puppy dog eyes*
Sherlock: Don't do that. You look desperate.
Me: But I am...
Sherlock: *face palm*
Dani: WHERE AM I? I don't know where I am!
Me: *sigh* Ok. I need to go explain to Dani where we are. Hopefully she'll calm down cuz she read fanfic.
Sherlock: Fanfics?
Me: Bye!