Hey, readers! Sorry that I've been MIA, but I've been having horrible writer's block and just been stressed. Family issues and what not. So, Cheshire is home from school because she got in a fight with some girls more than once and the headmaster kicked her out by this time. This is a second version of Youngest. I decided the last one was too boring after reviewing it myself and seeing that some of the readers have been skipping chapters *sad face*. Please, guys, you need to review and give me your best constructive criticism.
"I can't believe you got kicked out of school." Mycroft sighed as he pushed Cheshire in the car. "Not my fault. One of the girls asked me to investigate her boyfriend and I found out in a day he was shamelessly cheating on her." Cheshire said as she crossed her arms and her legs in her seat. Sherlock put her trunk in the boot of the car and shut it. John started the car and began to pull out. "She said I was lying and started beating on me. She forgot who's the former captain of the girl's rugby team here." Cheshire huffed as Sherlock pushed her in the middle as Mycroft sat on the other side. "You play rugby? Since when?" Sherlock asked as he looked at his baby sister. Sherlock saw some bruises from the fight and some older cuts. Her arms had a little more muscle to them from what he could tell from the last time he saw her. "Since school started. Coach could tell I didn't exercise much, but I showed off my knowledge of the sport and I beat all the girls. I worked out until it was time for tryouts." Cheshire looked at her nails and started to look at her phone. Mycroft sighed and looked out the window of the car. "You're lucky they will let you back next year." John pulled out and drove onto the main road back to London. "Coach will be happy for that." Cheshire yawned and put her hands behind her head in a relaxed manner. "Who was the boyfriend cheating on?" asked John. Cheshire looked up a little and sighed. "The girl's cousin, another boy, and a teacher." Cheshire got comfy for the long ride back home and tried to take a nap. "He hit on me, but I wasn't interested. Don't trust the disloyal." Cheshire tiredly said as she dozed off. "Cheshire, we are going to have a talk about this over dinner." Mycroft sighed as he shook her awake. Cheshire grumbled something under her breath and jabbed him with her elbow. "Did you charge her money?" asked Sherlock. "Sherlock!" John and Mycroft shouted at him. John gave him a look in the mirror that read "Not the right time". Cheshire eventually fell asleep a mile from the flat a couple hours later. Mycroft woke her up and dragged her inside while Sherlock and John got her things.
"I was defending myself, Myc. What do you expect me to do when I'm in a fight?" Cheshire snapped as she went to her room and shut the door behind her. Sherlock set the bag down and watched as John brought up her trunk. "She is right." Sherlock shrugged and walked over to her room to drag her out. "Sometimes you need to back down and roll with the punches." Mycroft said as she was sat on the couch by Sherlock. "Sometimes you need to be an oak and stand your ground." Cheshire quipped and got up to make herself some tea. Sherlock agreed with a silent nod and finally helped John up the steps. "Why didn't you tell us you joined a rugby team?" John asked with a huff to catch his breath. "Because I wanted to surprise you when I invite you to a game." Cheshire said as she let the kettle boil on a clean part of the stove. "Cheshire, you're grounded." Sherlock said as he pushed Mycroft out of his flat. Mycroft tried to get back in, but Sherlock shut the door and dead bolted it. "Seriously?" Cheshire whined as slumped her shoulders. "Not really. Just wanted to make sure Mycroft thought you were." John mouthed quietly. They waited until Mycroft went away.
"I have a case and need a second opinion on. Are you coming?" Sherlock asked with his coy look and saw Cheshire's wide characteristic grin. John smiled too knowing they would have an adventure. They gathered coats after tea and went to the scene. Greg was there waiting there and saw them coming up the street. "Poor girl was coming from a party." Greg said as he showed them the body of a young teenager. Cheshire got the chills when she saw the body. "Marian. She went to school with me." Cheshire knelt over the body and looked her over. "She was expelled last week for coming back after curfew drunk for the fifth time." Cheshire explained and put some latex gloves on. Sherlock and Greg shared a look and examined the scene. John looked over the body with Cheshire. "Strangulation. She picked up a good fight for her life." John commented as he saw bruises and markings over the body. Cheshire nodded silently and noticed her brown hair and saw some marking on the neck. "There's a burn on the forehead." Cheshire moved the body over on her back and saw the symbol. It looked like a cat with a wide grin. No, more like a demonic animal with a fanged grin. "There's a nasty bite on her neck." John pointed out seeing an open bite mark on her neck. Cheshire got anxious and started to walk out. "Lisa?" Sherlock heard John call her and saw his sister rush out. "Somethings not right." Sherlock went to see his sister puking in an alley a building away from the crime scene. "Cheshire?" Sherlock saw she was shaking. "Cheshire, you can handle a dead body. Why can't you handle this one?" Sherlock asked as he walked to her. Cheshire kept coughing and hacking where she was. "Seeing that marking and the bite mark made me sick. I'm fine." Cheshire wiped her chin with the back of her sleeve. Sherlock sighed and brought her back to the scene. "Sherlock, the pinky on the left is missing." Cheshire looked at the hand. "Marian was left handed. The pinky promise comes to mind. In ancient times, if you went back on a pinky promise, you had your pinky chopped off. That being said, Marian either had a promise or this killer is targeting girls like her to let lose anger over a broken promise. The bite mark baffles me though." Cheshire informed as she looked over her. Cheshire grew pale again and swore she saw the demonic mark wink at her.
"What about the marking?" John asked as he stood up. Cheshire sighed and gave a shrug. "I've seen it somewhere. It looks like a wolf or a fox." Greg said as he looked at it from where he stood. "A Cheshire cat?" John shut his mouth when he remembered Cheshire was kneeling next to Sherlock. "I don't know." Sherlock muttered. It was barely heard and they left for the forensics team to work. Cheshire grew noticeably sick. Sherlock stopped and looked her over. "Lisa, what's wrong?" John saw what Sherlock saw. "I'm fine." Cheshire shook her head and walked off. "Anxiety attack. She knows something." Sherlock stated as they walked a few feet behind her. John nodded as they saw her run back to the same alley and throw up again. "Definitely an anxiety attack." John sighed.