Emily had been with Sherlock and John for about a week now. She had easily gotten accustomed to living with them. But Sherlock had not done any detective work since she had been living with them. But Sherlock had finally decided to take a police case about a murder of a young girl. Since he seemed to have no problem with it, he thought it wouldn't be a bad idea to bring Emily along. John kept telling him it was a bad idea and he could watch her while he was out at the crime scene, but Sherlock refused.
So when they finally left for the crime scene later that night, Emily clung close to Sherlock. As they pulled up to the small apartment building where the murder had happened, Emily held tighter onto her dad. Sherlock sensed she was scared, so he picked her up and Emily buried her head in his shoulder. "See Sherlock," John began to whisper. "I told you this was a bad idea."
Sherlock eyed him as they walked closer to the scene. Inspector Lestrade was standing outside waiting for Sherlock. "Had to bring your daughter along?" he asked. Emily loosened her grip on her dad and sat up, trying to act braver. They all walked inside the building while Lestrade explained what was going about the murder. Emily tried not listen. She didn't want to hear about it. Slowly, Sherlock and John walking into the crime scene. No one but them was there, since most people hadn't gotten there yet. Sherlock always showed up early to the investigations, so he wouldn't have to deal with other people.
Emily began clinging closer to her dad, but still trying to act brave. There, lying sprawled out on the floor, half on the couch, was the body of a dead girl, no older than eighteen, with a bullet hole in her forehead. Emily only got a quick glance at the body before covering her eyes. Sherlock handed her to John, who held her in his arms comforting her. Sherlock began inspecting the body. Emily looked up again, but only for a second, before burying her head into John's shoulder.
She began shaking her head. John sighed. He knew this would be a bad idea. "You OK, Emily?" he asked her. She continued shaking her head. Sherlock or Lestrade didn't even notice him walk out of the room and into the hallway. Emily looked up at John. Her face was streaked with tears. "Why are you crying?"
"Why did someone kill that lady?" Emily asked, bluntly.
John sighed once again, thinking about how stupid Sherlock had been. "I have no idea, sweetheart." He set her down. "Wait right her. I'm just going to talk to your dad for a second." Emily nodded. John walked back in, leaving Emily in the hall alone. She over heard John yelling at her dad. She slid down the wall and buried her face into her knees. She didn't care that her dad brought her here. She had been scared at first, but now she just felt bad for who had been murdered.
Emily also felt bad for her family. She wouldn't know what do if her dad died unexpectedly. The door opened again and her dad walked out. Emily stood and hugged his legs. Sherlock smiled down at her and picked her up. "Now, are you alright, Emily?" asked Sherlock.
Emily slipped her thumb into her mouth then nodded. Normally Sherlock would protest when she put her thumb in her mouth but under the circumstances he let it slide. "Are you sure?" she nodded again.
"But I'm kinda sad Daddy."
"Why's that?"
"'Cause that lady got killed, and I feel bad for her family. Do you ever feel that way Daddy?"
Sherlock nodded. "Of course I do. Everyone does." Sherlock pushed her brown curls our of her face and kissed her forehead. Emily smiled and hugged him tightly.
"Can I tell you something Daddy?"
"Or course you can, sweetheart."
"What you did today was a no-no."
Sherlock laughed and nodded. "Your right Emily. Definitely a no-no."