My first Sherlock FanFic. If you enjoy please review and tell me, I would love to post more chapters. I do not own anything.
John wakes up to a loud bang, a gunshot to be exact. He concludes that Sherlock has to be bored, he gets out of bed and downstairs to get him to stop.
"Sherlock, would you cut it out, it's 6 o'clock in the morning" John says, he is obviously grumpy from his impolite wake up call.
"Bored!" he exclaims, "It's 6 o'clock in the bloody morning and I have no case to solve! Why can't people just die already!" he says before firing another shot.
Mrs. Hudson busts open the door, "Now Sherlock I told you not to shoot the wall."
"He's bored, and he wishes people would die" John tells her. Mrs. Hudson rolls her eyes and goes back to her flat.
"Can you possibly occupy your time with a quieter activity?!" John goes into the kitchen where Sherlock's homemade lab is set up and walks toward the fridge. "Sherlock!", he yells as he opens the fridge to find a container with a brain in it, "I thought I told you no limbs in the fridge!"
"The human brain is an organ, not a limb, you specified limbs, not organs" he spats back with his grin that John finds incredibly awkward.
Sherlock's phone goes off in his pocket, it's from Lestrade, there's a case. Sherlock smiles with joy, "John get dressed we have a case".
Sherlock and John walk into a somewhat big house, not small like their flat, but not giant, more normal if anything. Lestrade meets them by the door and guides them to the body where Anderson, Donovan, and a strange young woman are inspecting the body.
Sherlock and Anderson share glares, Donovan looks at him as if he's crazy and that he shouldn't be here, but more of the fact that he might have done this. The strange young woman just looks at him with her pale blue eyes curious as to who he is.
"Detective Inspector Lestrade" the girl says shyly, "obviously the man was shot, but did the wife see anything?"
"Just Lestrade, please. The wife claims she went out to go get groceries and came home to find her husband dead." He says very professionally.
She takes off the dead man's wedding band and inspects it very gently and thoroughly with her latex gloved fingers. "He was cheating".
"How do you know?" Sherlock asks curious as to how she came to that conclusion.
"It's cleaner on the inside then on the outside, it was being polished when he took it off to see his lover" she says not making eye contact, she was too nervous to make eye contact.
"Who's this!?" Sherlock demands as he asks Lestrade.
"Detective Regan McKeller" she puts out her hand expecting a handshake. Sherlock fans it away and walks off to examine the body. She withdraws her hand from the place it took in the air in between him and her. "If you don't mind me asking who are you?"
"Sherlock Holmes, London's only consulting detective, the world's only consulting detective. It is easily understandable for you to not have heard of me, you're an American after all".
"Excuse me!" she says very offended by Sherlock basically saying that Americans know nothing of importance.
"Your accent, its American" he says reassuring.
"Of course it's American, I'm American, I was exclaiming about you saying that I didn't know who you were because I'm American" her brow now furrowed.
He turns to Lestrade, "Feisty this one, I don't like her".
"Well from what a gather from you so far.. I'm not a fan" she says now copying Anderson's glare. She hands the ring she still holds to Anderson and walks off, removing her gloves on her way.
"Sherlock you might as well try to be nice to her" John says.
"Luckily I won't see her again so I won't have to" he says.
Lestrade laughs, "She's our new detective, you two will be spending a lot of time together" he grins.
I accept suggestions for future chapters and other pairings you guys would enjoy little scenes of just put it in a review. XOXO Caroline Petrova
