"That's it. The last straw" John fumed when he entered the flat after shopping, only to find Sherlock twiddling his thumbs on the couch.
"Something wrong?" Sherlock asked.
"You just sit here all day! Ever considered doing something?" John asked, furious
"I do something. I think" Sherlock explained
"I think too! I think you'd better start doing some housework or get a job. I'm not doing both anymore!" And with that, John dropped the groceries he was carrying on the floor and stormed out of the flat.
"Do you expect me to pick them up? Because the milk will go off" Sherlock called after him, the only reply the slam of the door.
Sherlock turned and looked down at the papers. What was he supposed to do? All the jobs of available to him were menial, plus he did sort of have a job solving cases. Sherlock sighed, staring at the page, when he spotted an opening for a school psychology profiling teacher.
"That sounds at least a bit interesting"
Lizzie looked around her class. It was small- only 10 including herself. The class was split evenly, five girls and five boys. She sighed as she sat down in her usual place at the back of the class. It had been two weeks since their original teacher, Mr Davies, up and left.
They were having supply teachers, but nothing settled them down. Worksheet after worksheet clogged their books and bored them into despair. Her mind was desperately bored, which disappointed her no end- this used to be her favourite subject! The one thing she wanted to do (much to her father's disgust). As she brought out her books and pens, she stopped and looked up. She saw a tall man walk in, his hair so dark it was nearly black, but when he stepped into the light Lizzie saw it was brown.
"Right" The man said, clapping his hands together, "I'm your new teacher"
"You're Sherlock Holmes!" A male voice called out
"Quite right" He spoke, his voice deep
"Yeah, did you read 'A Study in Pink?'" another person asked
Lizzie sat there and stared at Mr. Holmes. He looked angry, obviously not enjoying the talk about the blog. She moved her own dark hair back and stood up, causing Sherlock to shift his gaze to her.
"Are you here to stay?" she spoke
"Yes, I'm your permanent teacher. Now let's get started shall we!" Sherlock said, clapping his hands again.
Lizzie still stood up, and she walked up to the front of the classroom. Sherlock watched her carefully, watching as she dragged out a file on the shelf and handed it to him. Sherlock took the file and looked at the girl. Her dark hair covered her pale face, and Sherlock noticed she wore a light shade of lipstick, which he decided suited the shape of her face.
"Register and lesson plans are boring..." He complained
"Everything is boring to you" One of the boys called out, and a few people snickered
"So I think we should have some fun" Sherlock finished. Some of the class looked at him, others doodled on their books, but Lizzie just smiled at the fact her teacher was the one and only Consulting Detective.
Sherlock watched the class. He had already deduced half of them, so far a bunch of boring common folk. He then moved his gaze to the girl near the front. She looked professional, keeping notes to make sure she had everything, doesn't get on with her parents, keeps herself quiet and likes to help people.
"Sir, don't you need to know our names?" one of the boys asked.
"Yes I do, start from the back and work your way down"
"Jess" A blonde girl spoke
"Dominic" A black haired boy said.
"Peter" another black haired boy said.
"Sophie" a red head said.
"Zack" A blonde boy said.
"Amy" A girl with a striking shade of purple hair said.
"Edward" a brunette boy called.
"Jane" A girl said, her hair black with blond streaks going through.
"Adam" A boy with a hideously bright head of hair said. He rather reminded Sherlock of Study in Pink.
"Lizzie" Sherlock looked to the girl at the front again. Her voice was sweet, her amber eyes just catching Sherlock's transparently blue ones.
"You already know mine and I know yours, so let's begin"
"Doing what?" Jane asked.
"Learning everything you need to know" Sherlock said.
"So we're going to steal a tour bus" Dom asked with a smile.
"I didn't steal it, I borrowed it" Sherlock explained.
"You observe people, Sir. What do you see with us?" Lizzie asked.
"Well with you, Lizzie, I see you like to be in order, keeping notes and such, judging by your bag I say you have about ten note books full, you keep your hair down so you can keep to yourself, as you have a tendency for solitude, your parents don't fuss over you, and you never really connected with them, but you do with your sister. Did I get anything wrong?"
"It's my brother, not my sister" Lizzie corrected quietly
"I always mix those up" Sherlock said with an encouraging expression of annoyance
Lizzie smiled as the others started to talked about what Sherlock noticed. Sherlock looked at Lizzie as she started to write down he guessed what he said. He smiled. She seemed to enjoy herself. He looked at his phone and noticed he had multiple texts. He grinned and opened the most recent.
Pick up your bloody phone!
Lestrade had been busy, fifteen texts all from him. Sherlock checked the first one
42A Harrow Road, two dead. Come when you can. Immediately.
"How would you like to go to a crime scene?" Sherlock asked the group. He didn't care if only one or two came, or even if none wanted to join him.
"Yes" came the whole class
"Mini bus is outside, you just need to sign it out" Lizzie said, putting her note book away and standing up.
When they arrived at the crime scene, Lestrade looked up as he saw Sherlock with several kids following him. He then walked up to the rather large group.
"They're with me" Sherlock said as Lestrade approached. Turning back, he spotted Lizzie again with her note book out.
"What, all ten of them?" Lestrade asked.
"Yes" Sherlock answered.
"Just so I know, you didn't kidnap any of them or something?" Lestrade asked. Sherlock ignored the question and moved on, the class following eagerly behind him.
As the class continued to follow Sherlock, they were looking around, not quite believing what they saw. They'd seen stuff on TV, but not much in real life.
Anderson stopped in front of Sherlock and looked at him and the class behind him.
"Freak got a fan club" he said.
"Class, this is Anderson. He's cheating on his wife with Donovan. Does anyone know how can you tell this?" He asked, and staring at the blank faces answered his own question "Because his cologne is on Donovan"
Most of the class lent forward and smelt him, but Lizzie continued to write stuff down in her notebook.
This class is about to get interesting
A/N: This fanfic is a combination of kie1993 and I working together to expand on a conversation we've had, and although it has been published in my name we are writing it together. We hope that you find it as interesting as we do to make Sherlock Holmes into a professor, trying to teach our 'small minds' a thing or too!