Author's Note:
Hi this is my first fanfic for BBC's Sherlock. Needless to say it's not mine, and I don't really own anything except for my OCs. A friend of mine asked me to write this for her saying "I bet you could come up with a good murder, you're a natural!" I'm still not sure if that was really meant as a complement or not, but w/e. My OC might seem like a Mary Sue (she even has my real name) but that's because I write what I know, and this same friend thought it was just "adorable" when she found out I was "Louise from Louisiana" – gag me with a spoon – I've changed other names and places to protect the innocent and the guilty. I might borrow some plot bunnies from other series because, hey I'm only human and having to use all my creativity for my art projects can suck me dry. I'll mention what the things I borrow are from when I do. This first case in this fic is completely my own though, at least as far as I know…it's hard to be completely original with so many ideas floating around, and most of them have been done already – we're just rediscovering them. Thanks to the peeps that actually bothered to read this, enjoy!
Prologue
Hammond, 6:30 P.M.
The Rouge Residence
"Louise go get your brother! Supper's ready!" a blonde woman shouted to her daughter from the kitchen doorway. Louise, who had only just walked through the door after a long day at college, sighed in annoyance before saying,
"Okay Mom." Too tired and annoyed to bother doing anything else, Louise dropped her backpack on the floor, kicking off her shoes, and trudged down the hallway to fetch her brother. Why did she have to do this, she just spent the whole day doing actual work. Her brother Joseph had come home for spring break because his school had let out for the holidays earlier than hers – lucky dog! She knocked softly on his door and waited until he started to open it to yell, "Joe-Joe, supper's ready!" Louise had quite a set of lungs on her; needless to say her brother glared at her as he checked to make sure his ears weren't bleeding.
"Do you have to yell like a toddler on a sugar high every time you need something?" he asked darkly as he scowled at her. She smirked, quite pleased with herself, and was about to heckle him even more when she noticed something strange behind him.
"What's that?" Louise asked while pointing to a rather odd machine that was sitting in the middle of her brother's room. It didn't look anything like the other engineering projects he'd built over the years.
"Oh, that?" Joseph smirked at her. "It's just my latest project. You wouldn't understand, even if I explained it to you." He brushed past her and started towards to kitchen. "By the way, you touch it, and you're dead!" He called back at her. Well after that last jibe Louise just had to mess with it now (Sibling rivalry and all that). She stuck her tongue out at him even though he couldn't see it and approached the machine. It didn't look any more complex than anything else she had ever seen him make, but then a gain she was an art major, and he was a genius electrical engineer from the womb. She reached out to poke it, but before she could do anything, the machine suddenly came to life and she felt as tough an electrical current was running through her finger to the rest of her body. There was a bright flash, and then pain.
