Prologue
"Auntie!" I shrieked. Quickly, I ran over to where my Aunt Joanne was lying on the floor. I kneeled down, ignoring the fact that my knees were in a pool of blood.
"Auntie! Stay with me! Please! Help is on the way. Just stay with me!" I grabbed her hand and held it tight, thinking that maybe she won't slip away if I held her. "Look at me, Aurora." She murmured just above a whisper. I leaned in closer to hear what she was saying.
"Aurora. Beautiful Aurora. You will take the throne. You will rule this country, and you will be great at it. Do it. For me. I love you, Aurora. I'll make sure to say hello to your parents. Take the thro-" she was gasping roughly. Her slight grip on my hand loosened and her breathing slowed extremely fast. Soon, her breathing ceased all together.
"Auntie?" I whispered. "Auntie?!" I said quite a bit louder. I was sobbing loudly and calling for help. "Guards! Maids! Police! Anyone! Help!" My mind was racing, the thought of what just occurred in front of me. Who did this? Who would do anything like this? What sick bastard felt the need to shoot my aunt? MY aunt. Now she's gone.
My aunt is dead.
SHERLOCK POV
What was that blasted noise. Ringing? This early in the morn. I answered the text. "Sherlock. New case. Extremely important. Hurry." Simpleminded Lestrade. Most likely it's just another homicide that the police are far too indolent to solve. That's what it is most of the time.
Someone dies, the Scotland Yard are too lazy to solve it, they call me in and I solve it in a minute. Ridiculous.
Finally, I decided to reply, "Anon."
Might as well rack his excuse for a brain this early in the morning. Though, having a case this week would surly help my current state of boredom. John has been on leave for about a week now, and this loneliness is getting to me. I've used more and more nicotine patches each day, plus, I've spent more time with my bothersome brother and Mrs. Hudson. Usually it's just John and I solving cases or sitting around doing nothing important.
I'm still going to have to go help the police; apparently they can't solve this without me.
Once I had arrived, Lestrade ushered me inside and into his office. He 'welcomed' me, "Sherlock, it's early. Don't get on my nerves. There's a huge case that we need all the assistance we can get," So they don't necessarily need my help. "and you are one of our most, dare I say it, helpful communications." The annoyance in his voice at the word "helpful" implies that he does not enjoy describing me as that. Great to know how they think of me around here. The relationships is likewise anyways.
I put that aside and let my brain scatter around at the possibilities of the case. Significant robbery? Suicide? Terrifying murder? Threats to high rank people? Come on, Lestrade! Spill it already.
"The Q- Q-Queen has been shot and killed," he stuttered. "Her niece, who is also the princess, is still there. They're relying on us to catch the killer before he goes after the princess."
I've been to Buckingham many times, but never had the visits been about the Queen, or affected the Queen in any way. Now, her majesty's niece must serve alone.
Swiftly, I turned and walked away. "Where are you going? Sherlock!" Lestrade can be quite thick sometimes. "Well, are we not going to go to the crime scene?" I questioned. "Oh! Yes! Come along then." He walked out the door and out onto the streets below.
We had arrived at Buckingham Palace rather quickly. A flood of guards and high rank government surrounded the building and were filtering in and out the large doors. Lestrade got out of the vehicle quickly, an amazed look on his face. The Palace was one destination. That I have been to many times before. Once, I arrived naked and wrapped in a sheet because I was clearly unamused with the situation. Mycroft, my brother, escorted me forcefully.
I wandered for a moment, taking in the surroundings, and then I saw her. The princess. She was beautiful. Surely she must have a husband. She wouldn't be taking the throne if she didn't have a spouse. They wouldn't expect a petite woman like herself to rule over a whole country alone.
I've never felt this way towards anyone... My even John, my closest friend. In the simplest terms, I felt warm and fuzzy and surprised inside. I couldn't stop staring. Why couldn't I stop staring? She was just too beautiful not to notice.
The officer I questioning her was making her cry even harder. It may have just been the questions, but she was crying significantly harder with each passing minute. "Sherlock, go check on the princess and then investigate the scene with the details she may give you. Be careful though, he's been extremely shaky." Lestrade ordered. I nodded and worked my way towards the small woman sitting on the boot of the police car.
"Excuse me, I was ordered to check up with the princess." I identified to the other officer whom was not familiar to me. Without a fuss the other officer left.
"Hello, princess." She nodded in reply. "Hello. And your name is?" I shook her hand in greeting, "Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes." Her eyes shot up into, what felt like, a stare into my soul. "Like the book?" I raise an eyebrow, "I'm not aware of a book titled that." A nod was sent my way and I continued with the investigation.
No significant details were given to me from the princess, also known as Aurora. She simply told me that her aunt and her were having a cup of tea when a shot sounded and a bullet pierced the Queen's left shoulder. The bullet pierced her lungs and her breathing slowly decreased and stopped. All of these details were already made apparent to the squad.
"Any other details that could be important to the case or to the Queen? Aurora, you have to share. Even if you don't think anything connects, you have to share." I enforced. "I was supposed to be married to another royal, but he despised my aunt. He ended up marrying another woman a few years ago, he still hates me and my close family. He could have something to do with it." Finally, some important information. "And what is this royal's full name?" She answered unsteadily,
"Prince William Mountbatten-Windsor."
Author's Note
Hi. Do you guys like it so far? Keep in mind that I'm in seventh grade so Sherlock's ultimate vocabulary is going to be tough for me to replicate.
Sherlock... Warm and fuzzy... What the hell is this? I know!
Prince William is being a douchebag in this story (not that I don't like Prince William. I totally love William and Kate, and he's not one of those jerks in real life.)
Please review of what you think.
Thanks! I promise to update as soon as possible. I have school and such going on. I'm on April vacation next week soooooooo... Ya!
~Katie
