John Watson was at school and just getting out of class. He was a fourth year medical student that lived with his mom. He was average height with blond hair and blue eyes; most females found him attracted but most who knew him could tell you he preferred guys.
"John, you need to go to the front desk… Someone is here to see you and it is rather important."
"Thanks." John said, heading towards the front desk. A man was waiting.
"John Watson?" The gray haired man asked, John nodded, "Detective Inspector Lestrade, I need you to come with me."
"To where?" John asked.
"The police station, you're not in trouble it is about your mother." Lestrade said.
"Has something happened?" John asked.
"Let's talk about this at the station." DI Lestrade said in a clip manner. John followed to the police car. They were at the station thirty minutes later; he was taken to a room with a table and chair.
"What is going on?" John asked worried.
"Sit down, you'll need to for this." He stated and John did as advised.
Lestrade took a deep breath, "Your mother was found murdered."
"My mother... is dead? How?" John asked, looking up wide-eyed in shock, surveying the DI's face for any hint of a lie.
"Afraid so." DI Lestrade said.
John's eyes turned glassy as he retreated into his mind, calming himself down over the shock of loosing the last of his family. This morning she had been making breakfast and the world was normal. What could've happened?
A lone tear slid down his cheek and he quickly wiped it away.
Lestrade looked at the young male, "You going to be alright?"
"Eventually." John answered.
"Do you know anyone who would want to harm your mother?"
"No, she hasn't dated since my dad passed five years ago and we just lost my grandfather last month." The blond male said.
"Did anyone have a key to your home?"
"No." John answered.
"Do you have anywhere to go?" DI Lestrade asked.
"No, I live with my mom." John said.
"You can't go to the house since it's a crime scene now. Let me see if I can make some arrangements." DI Lestrade said.
"Wait here, I'm going to go see if I can sniff down a place for you to live. I already have an idea." Lestrade explained.
John nodded and stayed in the interrogation room, he sighed, and waited.