I sat on my broken couch sedentary, staring straight ahead all night long. It wasn't until the sun came up that I started to come to life. I knew that I had to get out of there before the police came to check it out, so I changed my clothes and put a bag together with some provisions, food, extra pairs of clothes, and of course my computer and phone. I closed the door on the flat without looking back.

I had just gotten into the car when my phone beeped.

Good morning, dear I hope you had some decent sleep... well I guess you didn't considering you were sitting on your couch awake all night.

How do you know that? Are you watching me? ~ MHI was shaking now.

Of course I am dear. All the time. Now for the fun. To begin this, you will need to join Scotland Yard. Meaning, you will have to somehow get in there and solve the little cases I am going to give you. I know that it will be difficult, since you are a fugitive.

What? You are throwing me into the fire! ~ MHHow could this person do this?

I know, honey. That is the whole point. Since that is your first challenge, I would get right on it because you only have two days to do it! Good bye and good luck.

I sat in my car, shaking like crazy. The challenge she gave was impossible, but then I thought of something. What if I could pose myself as a student who was researching the law and what they do at Scotland Yard. I would of course need to forge some papers, and then there was Sherlock Holmes. He would most likely be able to see through my disguise, so I might have to enroll myself into a college. Then I got an idea. What if I added my name to the college I went to some years ago, and then just altered my picture. That is brilliant! I thought and I started the car and drove to the lab. Once I was at the lab I got straight to work. Moriarty had taught me enough ways to hack into websites and alter them, so I was able to do it quickly. It was about 10 Am when I finished my work. I knew that the clothes I was wearing wouldn't pass so I went shopping for some new clothes. Soon enough I was dressed in khakis, black flats and a light pink button down shirt. I then bought a notebook, pencils, and a clip board. I walked passed the some stores and caught a glimpse at myself. I looked like, well, a student. I knew I was ready then.


Two hours later I was waiting outside of Lestrade's office. I drummed my fingers nervously on my knee. I remembered the last time I had an encounter with the detective inspector. I had lied to him and he had almost caught me. Now I am going to be lying to him again and hopefully he won't catch me again.

"Ma'am?" A woman's voice said. I looked up and saw that the speaker was Sally Donovan.

"Yes?"

"Lestrade is ready to see you.I'll show you to his office."

"Thanks." I followed her.

"May I ask why you are here?"

"I am writing a paper on the law and what happens here and I wanted to see in action, so I thought I might be able to shadow him."

"Ah I see." We were at Lestrade's office, "Good luck." I stepped inside.

"Hello Miss..."

"Crane. Alexandria Crane."

"Miss Crane, how may I help you?"

"I'm writing a paper on the law and what happens here, and I was wondering if I could possibly follow you around or someone available."

"Hmm well there is nothing going on right now but I suppose you could." Then the phone rang. "Excuse me."

"Of course."

"Hello? A murder? Where? Ok. be right there," He hung up, "It looks like you arrived just in time. There has been a murder on West Avenue. Coming?"

"Of course I am." I got up hastily and followed him out. While we were in the car he kept glancing at me.

"I think I have seen you before." He finally said.

"I don't think so." Oh God... I hope he doesn't recognize me. I thought.

"Of course not, but you just look like someone I knew."

"Out of curiosity, who?"

"You may heard of her, her name is Molly Hooper. Unfortunately she became a fugitive."

"How?"

"You didn't hear? She was a suspect in the explosion of St. Bart's case. I never thought that she would do that sort of thing."

"Oh, well I am not the type of person to do that." I giggled.

"No, you don't seem like the type," He looked at me carefully, "Ah we're here." We pulled up to the crime scene. "What happened Anderson?"

"Devri Cullen. About 20 years old. There was a note left by her body and I'm not sure what it means."

"What did it say?" Lestrade asked.

"Umm I'm not quite sure. It seemed like a mixture of languages though."

"How was she killed?"

"If I knew I would have told you already." Anderson said rather resentfully.

"I'm guessing we need to call Sherlock then?"

"Unfortunately yes."

"Alright call him."

"Why-"

"Just do it!" He shouted at Anderson. Anderson walked away, grudgingly.

"I'm sorry about that. Anderson has a grudge against Sherlock. Sherlock has made him upset and has insulted him in the past."

"Then why call him?"

"Well, we need Sherlock. He is a bloody genius and he solves cases that we could never solve." We were standing near the body now.

Devri Cullen had long blonde hair. She was wearing a blue prom dress, her hands were laid across her chest with a rose in between. In her hair was a tiara, and her lips were a bright red.

"Sleeping Beauty." I said.

"What did you say?"

"Sleeping Beauty. In the Disney movie, Sleeping Beauty had blonde hair, red lips, had a rose in her hand, and wore a blue dress when she was found in the tower."

"How-"

"I have watched the classic Disney movies a lot sir." I said quickly. He looked me over.

"You are quite smart. I can see why you would want to join the police force."

I blushed slightly. "Thank you."

"Where is the body Anderson?" A voice said. Both Lestrade and I turned, Sherlock and John had just gotten out of a cab and started to walk towards us.

"Over there." He pointed to us. Sherlock rushed passed him.

"Thank you." John said.

"What happened Lestrade?" He said immediately. Lestrade repeated the information that Anderson had told us."

"Where is this note?"

"Right here." Lestrade handed it to him. He took and then looked up.

"Who is this?"

"Alexandria Crane." I said. I reached my hand out. He ignored it.

"Hello. I'm John Watson" John said and shook my hand.

"Pleased to meet you."

"It's a mixture of Irish and French." Sherlock said.

"Sorry?" John said.

"The note. It is a mixture of Irish and French."

"What does it say?" I asked.

"No one pays attention to the villain in fairy tales, only the hero. This time it's the villain you need to pay attention to. Find the evil queen and then you'll be one step closer to finding what you want most."