CHAPTER 2
Introductions and Deductions
"My name is Sherlock Holmes and yes, before you ask, it is in fact, a girl's name."
Sherlock looked her new flatmate up and down.
They couldn't be more different by way of appearance.
Jess was average height, bordering on short, with shoulder length, wavy, dirty blonde hair. Her brown eyes were bright. She carried herself upright and had light skin.
Sherlock on the other hand, had icy blue eyes and curly black hair that went just past her shoulders. She was tall, with long legs and pale skin and even without gloss her lips were a shade of bright pink.
Jess extended a hand to Sherlock but it remained unshaken. "Aren't you going to shake?"
Sherlock glanced at the hand and replied "I don't shake hands but the fact that you do says quite a bit about you."
Jess was curious. "What does it say?"
Sherlock's eyes scanned Jess and her suitcase as she spoke. "Well I know you're and orphan and not an only child, also you were raised on a military base and whatever happened to your parents happened quite recently I'd say in the last six months. Whoever is caring for you now is not caring for your brother as well, yes brother, and one final thing, you'd like the bed on the left in which case I'd have to say, sorry but i was here first and that one's mine."
Jess was shocked. "H-how did you know all that?" She asked in disbelief.
Sherlock looked pleased with herself and her eyes glowed. "The way you carry yourself is distinctly military, but since you're fourteen, you must've lived on a base. When you first entered the room you looked around slowly a key indicator that you don't, in fact want to be here. The picture of your parents delicately placed in the front pouch of your suitcase shows that the photograph has sentimental value to you, sentiment, never understood it, but anyways, a fourteen year old typically wants freedom from her parents so I can deduce that they mean quite a lot to you." Jess took the picture from her bag and looked at it. "But how did you know they're dead?"
Sherlock clasped her hands together and began to pace back and forth as she spoke. "I know they're dead because I saw you slam the door on whoever dropped you off here and if you had as profound a bond with your parents as the picture suggests, then they would've brought you here, not someone who you are irritated by."
"Wow, that's- that's incredible." Jess was in complete awe.
"Jess please, I know I'm brilliant and I don't need someone I hardly know to tell me that." Sherlock sat back down at the desk and resumed her work with the microscope.
Jess heaved her suitcase onto the bed on the right and placed the photo of her parents on her nightstand. While she was unpacking she noticed that Sherlock proceeded to talk to herself.
"Brilliant." Sherlock whispered.
Jess walked over to the desk, being careful to step over the blood on the carpet.
"What's brilliant?" Without pausing from her work Sherlock answered.
"I am."