Beck's POV
"No time to unpack, grab your coat and let's go. Just drop your stuff in your room." My uncle, Greg Lestrade, told me as soon as I walked in through the front door.
"Fantastic." I sighed pulling my jacket back on, "Did you get a case or something?" I asked following him to the police car out front.
"Always." He laughed smiling at me
"Am I going to be able to help?" I asked. I was an art major, but also majored in criminology and blood splatters so whenever I came to London I did my best to help out my uncle in any way that I could.
"Possibly, Anderson said there was a decent amount of blood." He said
"You didn't fire him yet? I hate him." I groaned
"Quiet, he's a good detective." My uncle laughed as we drove off, the sirens blaring as we flew down the streets of London.
"What do we have?" Lestrade asked Anderson as we walked up.
"Three dead, possible double homicide and a suicide." Anderson said glancing over to me and winking, "Come on up."
"Sure." I said brushing past them. I walked up to the crime scene and saw the three victims, and lots of blood. I looked at the victim closest to me, a middle-aged man wearing one of the nicest suits I've ever seen in my life, he was the one holding the gun. "There's something off here…" I muttered
"I must agree. The hand position is wrong and the is not enough blood on the man to be a suicide." A cold voice said next to me causing me to jump a bit
"Y-yeah…" I replied turning to face the man, "Your Sherlock Holmes, correct?" I asked
"Obviously." He sighed
"Nice to meet you." I said giving him a shy smile
"This is not the time for introductions, we are at a crime scene." Sherlock chastised
"Right sorry." I sighed, "So, triple homicide, so who is the killer?" I asked him "This is a brutal killing, possibly someone who had a close relationship to the victims?" I asked
"Possibility, but doubtful." Sherlock replied
"How about you throw some ideas out there?" I offered slightly annoyed with this Sherlock guy
"Triple homicide, but this is part of a pattern that I have been working on for the last two months. This man has killed nine others across the country, all matching the exact same pattern, one wealthy man, a younger woman, and a man who had no relationship with either of the two of the victims." Sherlock explained to me
"Wow, you've really figured this out." I replied in slight awe
"Except the most important detail," Sherlock sighed rubbing his temple, "The killer."
"Well, if you caught the killer, we wouldn't be here right now." I replied
"Naturally." He scoffed, but it sounded very close to a laugh
"Sherlock, have you scared the girl yet?" Another man asked walking over to the two of us
"No. ." Sherlock replied bluntly not looking up at either of us
"My name is John Watson, you are?" He asked
"Beck Lestrade, Detective Lestrade niece." I smiled shaking his hand
"I've seen you around a few times, do you come to London often?" John asked me
"Yes, since I graduated university, I've been moving around a lot because I got a full ride, so all my university money went to travel." I explained, "And now I'm moving in with Anderson while my apartment is fixed up."
"Wow, that's amazing." John smiled
"What about you? Do anything cool?" I asked
"I was an army doctor and now I blog about Sherlock's adventures." John explained to me quietly
"Wow, living with Sherlock? That must be rough." I laughed
"It's always interesting." John laughed
"I'd imagine."
"John, you are married, stop flirting with Beck." Sherlock interjected and I felt a pull on my heart as he said my name. I didn't know what it was, I heard my friend talk about it when her boyfriend called her, but that couldn't be it.
"Beck, head on home, it's been a long day, get some sleep." Anderson said giving me a friendly order, part of me wanted to ignore the order, but I felt like it would be a good idea, so I listened.
"Okay." I sighed, "See you guys later." I continued before walking back down the stairs
"Wait." John sighed stopping me, "Give me your phone." He ordered and I passed it over to him
"Uh, you could've just asked for my number." I laughed a bit
"Sorry." John laughed, "Have a nice night Beck." He continued handing me my phone back
"You too!" I said leaving the crime scene with the nagging feeling I should've said something more to Sherlock. "Night you guys." I finished walking out of the house