A/N: here is chapter two! Thanks to all the people who reviewed! Free Sherlock hugs to all! Disclaimer: still don't own
Abigail smiled up at the Holmes man; he obviously didn't like her father either. She had someone to insult him or embarrass him with now. She looked at her father who was now glaring at Holmes, but also shuffling his feet nervously and looking from Abigail to Holmes and vice versa.
"What's the matter?" she asked, trying to remember not to call him dad or father. She didn't want Holmes knowing she was the daughter of an idiot.
"Oh for god's sake Abigail, not this again", her father groaned, "Nothing is the matter".
"There is obviously something wrong", Abigail sighed, why did he have to keep denying?
"Obviously", Holmes added, "Anderson, the girl speaks the truth, she knows partly what's wrong, but would like you to tell her the rest. As would I". Abigail smiled once again at the man; her father seemed to be slightly scared by him, intimidated even.
"Sherlock, you want to know what the matter is? I don't want you going near Abigail", Anderson snapped at Holmes. Abigail couldn't believe it, what had this man done for her father to turn on him?
"And why ever not Anderson?" Holmes asked, head slightly tilted to one side.
"Because… just because. I won't have you going anywhere near my…" Anderson began, but Abigail cut across.
"His wife's niece!" Abigail blurted out, before her father could say 'daughter'. She watched as Holmes' eyes narrowed at this, but quickly returned to normal. Abigail held her breath, getting ready for the first question, or for him to say he already knew that she was Andersons' daughter. But it never happened. Holmes nodded once, and then turned around to go back to the house, the crime scene. Abigail followed behind him. Just then, Holmes stopped rather abruptly, causing Abigail to walk into him yet again. She looked up at him and saw something different in his eyes. Adventure, life and excitement.
"Do you want to come in?" he asked, glancing at her father and smiling at Andersons frown.
"Yes sure! If that's alright with whoever is in charge?" Abigail was unsure if Holmes was the man in charge, he did look important.
"Yes. Please do come in. Have you ever seen a dead body before?", he questioned.
"Nope", Abigail replied. She would sure like to though, it sounded like an interesting job, solving murders and seeing the bodies and collecting evidence.
"Will you be alright with the blood?" he asked, with every question he glanced over at Anderson to analyse his reaction.
"Yup!" Abigail said, this was sounding better each time he said something. Dead bodies, blood, she loved the sound of it all.
"Come on then", Holmes said, walking up to the front door of the house, "Oh, you need to put one of those on", he nodded in the direction of a police van with the back doors open revealing blue suits and white elf like shoes.
"Alright", Abigail sighed, "but why aren't you putting one on?"
He didn't answer her; he left her to put one of the suits over her clothes and the ridiculous shoes on her feet while he entered the house. She struggled into the suit, it was also too big for her, she was sure she looked horrendous, but she was buzzing about going into the house, so much so that she didn't really care about what she looked like. Abigail wasn't like that anyway, she hated girly girls and fashion and make up. She liked blood and guts and gore, and everything that all the girls her age hate.
Once she had the strange, uncomfortable costume on, she finally went into the house. Abigail looked up, at the dome ceiling in the hall, it was astonishing. Large chandeliers hung from the ceilings, the diamonds shimmering. There were large wooden doors with intricate patterns on that led to other stunning rooms. She stopped admiring the beautiful house when she saw Holmes looking at her.
"Have you seen enough?" he asked, Abigail knew he meant the house and not the whole crime scene.
She nodded and followed him through two of the carved doors and into what she presumed to be a dining room. Once again, there was a large chandelier hanging from the ceiling and the walls were painted a cream colour, giving the room a light atmosphere. There was a long oak table in the very centre of the room, with twelve chairs around it. The carpet was plush and it felt like new, springy and soft under Abigails' feet.
"Are you Abigail?" a man with greying hair asked her.
"Yes", she replied with a nod.
"Good, we have been expecting you. I'm Detective Inspector Lestrade", he said pulling out an ID card from his pocket and showing it to Abigail. It was as if he thought Abigail not to believe him.
"Nice to meet you D.I", Abigail smiled politely at him and he returned the smile.
"Yes, nice indeed. Where is the body?" Holmes said in a bored tone.
"Over there", Lestrade pointed to the other side of the room. By now, Abigails' father and Sally where in the room too. She looked at her father; he was still looking between her and Holmes nervously, why?
Abigail followed Detective Inspector Lestrade and Holmes to where Lestrade had just pointed and froze at the sight in front of her.
A woman who looked like she was in her early forties was lying flat on her stomach and dark crimson blood pooled around her. She was wearing a long sleeved silk shirt and skinny jeans, blood also coated the left sleeve of her shirt. Abigail sighed silently before looking up at Lestrade for permission to have a closer look at the body. He nodded at her and gestured towards the body.
Abigail knelt down next to the body and gave Holmes a questioning stare as he knelt down on the opposite side of the corpse. Abigail ignored this and looked over the body, there were many things she could tell from just looking at the body, but she would need to be able to examine it further for more information.
"Have you got any latex gloves?" she whispered to Holmes, though she wasn't sure why she was whispering, everyone was listening intently to what she was saying anyway. Holmes didn't say anything, he just handed her a pair from out of his pocket.
"Thanks", Abigail replied shyly, as she put on the gloves and continued looking at the corpse. Then something struck Abigail as strange. She hesitated before rolling over the body and pulling the left sleeve of the silk shirt up the lifeless arm.
Abigail looked up at Holmes and smiled; he seemed to know why she was smiling and returned the gesture.
"You've seen it then?" Holmes asked, still smiling.
"Yup, it's obvious", Abigail grinned.
"What's obvious?" Anderson cut in, a look of pure confusion on his face.
"Honestly Da…" Abigail paused and looked away; she closed her eyes and got ready for the laughing. But it never came. She looked at Holmes, confused but relieved, to see that he was just standing, motionless, not really looking at anyone or anything in particular. Abigail tensed as she anticipated the first insult or comment…
A/N: so what did you think? Please review! Next chapter will explain what Abigail and Sherlock saw! Thanks! x