Hello Everyone! I hope you liked the prologue!
Disclaimer: I will never own Sherlock. I only own my OC.
Alison twisted a small silver ring around her slender finger nervously. She stared out the window of the taxi as shops, houses, and other buildings ran by. The sun was low in the sky, and shops started to light up. The driver glanced at her through the rear view mirror. Alison had long pin straight dark locks, and a heart shaped face. The driver noticed her fidgeting, and smiled. "First time in London?" Alison looked up at the rear view mirror. She let out a sheepish chuckle, and nodded. The driver chuckled. "Well, don't worry!" The older man encouraged. "London isn't all that scary. Now is this where you will be staying?" He asked as he scanned the old buildings. He looked down at the card she had handed him, and slightly narrowed his eyes. A white card with a single red dragonfly.
Alison shrugged. "I'm... I don't know really." She stated quietly. The driver raised a brow at her American accent. She slung her purse on her shoulder, and smiled sweetly. "I'm sorry I made you drive such a long way." She opened her purse, but was quickly cut off by the man raising his hand. He shook his head, and smiled. Alison gaped at him. "Oh no! I couldn't-" The driver turned to face her, and held out the card. He gave her a nod. Alison smiled as she took the card. She thanked him quietly, and stepped out of the cab. She waved at the car pulled away. Her hand dropped to her side, and she looked down at the card.
-One Hour Ago-
Alison lazily unlocked the door of her two star hotel room, and crashed onto the bed face first. She had been flying for eleven hours, and she was exhausted. She didn't even care that she was still wearing her jacket, and high heels. Her eyes slowly closed for some well deserved sleep. Suddenly someone banged loudly on her door. Her eyes snapped open, and she groaned loudly in annoyance. The banging continued. Alison pushed herself off the bed, and stomped over to the door. She practically ripped the door off its hinges. She opened her mouth to yell, but quickly shut it. A janitor stood in front of her. He slapped on a fake smile. "Hi! I believe this is yours?" He stated in an overly friendly voice. The woman looked down at the small white card in his hand. She looked up at him surprised, and gingerly grabbed it from him. She smiled warmly at him. The janitor quickly relaxed, and returned the gesture. "It's a pleasure to meet you Alison Dragonetti." Alison nodded, and took a step back. The man wheeled his cart away as she slowly closed her door.
The card had another paper attached to it. [Show this to a taxi driver. When you get there there is a map under it. Good luck Miss. Dragonetti. We will watch over you] Alison sighed as she hopped into the shower to wake up, and changed into a black and white striped long sleeved shirt tucked into a black circle skirt, a light brown waist belt, black stocking under black thigh highs, black combat boots, a knitted dark grey scarf with a matching slouchy beanie. She quickly drew on her eyeliner, and slung her purse on her shoulder. She looked down at the small silver ring with a single diamond. She sighed heavily, and slid it down her ring finger. She ran out of the hotel, and called a taxi.
-Present-
Alison picked at one of the corners, and peeled off the thin white layer with the address written on it. Under it revealed a detailed map of the area around her. She looked up, then down at the map as she navigated to her real destination. By the time she got there it was dark. street lamps were lit, and...police lights? She spotted a pair of men step out of a taxi. She watched them for a second, then followed them. "Hello freak!" A woman greeted. Without thinking Alison started to analyze the woman's movements. She completely blocked out any noises other than the woman standing on the other side of the tape. Alison wasn't sure how long she was standing there, but it was long enough for the group to notice her. "Excuse me. Miss. What are you doing here?" The woman named Sally asked in a slightly annoyed tone.
Alison snapped back to reality, and noticed the three staring at her. She opened her mouth to explain, but instead barfed out everything she could read about Sally. "You're leaning on your back leg, shoulders hunched upwards, and your head is cocked to the side. Your front foot is pointed forward towards the main road. Either you strongly dislike this man in front of you or you feel hostile towards me. Most likely both." She paused, and her eyes hopped from Sally to the two men. "This man-" She gestured to the taller of the two. "-must be a pain since the moment you saw him your entire face flashed annoyance, and anger. Oddly enough you maneuver your body to look at him when he talks to you. So you must hold some respect for him. You made a snarky comment about his colleague because you feel uncomfortable. Most common way of self defence is humor." A sly smirk spread across her lips. "You shift from side to side, and you hold your radio tightly." Alison snickered silently as Sally quickly loosened her grip, and her eyes darting all over the place. "Now you refuse to make eye contact. You're hiding something that you know will be found out. You shouldn't feel anxious. You merely spent a night at a friends house last night, right?" Alison smirked. "I was invited if you're wondering. Now are you going to let me through?" Sally glared at her as she raised her radio to her lips. Alison mentally slapped herself, as the tape was raised. She kept a straight face as she walked over to the building.
"That was... Amazing." A voice beside her stated. Alison looked over, and nodded. The voice belonged to the shorter of the two men. He looked like he was in his mid-thirties, and obviously confused. "I'm John Watson by the way, and he's Sherlock Holmes." Alison examined John for a moment. 'Awkward, and most likely hasn't had a stable relationship with a woman since he went to war.' Her eyes darted towards Sherlock, but he had walked ahead of them before she could read his face. Alison turned back to John, and smiled.
"Alison W-.. uh...Dragonetti." She stated in an even tone. She looked up as they saw a man walk out with a large scowl. Alison stared at the man walking towards Sherlock. "Straight shoulders, long strides, chin slightly held high. He screams over confidence. He purses his lips, and only removes and balls up one glove in his hand. Probably making a simple stress ball. Obvious signs that he also dislikes Sherlock." She mumbled lowly. John overheard her and stared at her surprised.
Alison tuned back, and watched Sherlock converse with Anderson. "And is your wife away long?" He asked with a smirk.
Anderson frowned. "Oh, don't pretend you worked that out. Someone told you that." He practically spat.
Sherlock frowned. "Your deodorant told me that" Anderson looked at him confused. Sherlock smirked. "It's for men." His shoulders rising to emphasize 'men'.
Anderson's face twisted, and he immediately became defensive. "Of course it's for men! I'm wearing it!"
Sherlock tilted his head to look at Sally. "So is Sergeant Donovan." Alison smirked as she watched shock slap them in the face. " I'm not implying anything. I'm sure came over for a nice chat!" He stated as he passed Sally. He opened the door, then looked back. "I'm sure she scrubbed your floors, going by the state of her knees" He smirked, and walked inside.
Alison held back a snicker as she passed the two still in shock. Alison followed him into a small room. "You should wear one of these" Sherlock instructed both John and Alison. Alison looked at the blue onesie suits, and shook her head. A man glanced at her and John wearily. "They're with me, Lestrade." Sherlock simply stated. Lestrade finished zipping up his suit, and walked up the stairs. Sherlock follows with John behind him, and Alison in the back.
Lestrade started to fill the group in. "Her name is Jennifer Wilson-" Alison froze mid-step. Her eyes widened, then she quickly pulled her blank expression again. "-according to her credit cards." He stated. "We're running through them now for contact details. She hasn't been here long" He turned towards the door Jennifer was in. "Some kids found her." Alison wrinkled her nose as she stepped into the room. Her right hand found her ring, and started to twist it as she spotted Jennifer on the ground. Sherlock stared at the body for a moment.
"Shut up" He glanced at Lestrade, who looked at Sherlock confused. "You're thinking. It's annoying." Alison slowly walked over to see the face of Jennifer. She frowned, and squatted down to get a closer look. The others watched her as she examined Jennifer's face. She stood up, and started to twist her ring again. Sherlock watched her carefully. "Did you know her?" He asked in a slight bored tone.
Alison looked up at him, and shrugged. "You could say that... She slept with my fiancee." She paused, then quickly changed the subject. "I can only state the obvious here... She was depressed before she died. Something personal, something that's been going on for majority of her life. Most likely her love and/or sex life." She started to twist her ring slowly as she thought. Lestrade walked over to her, and placed a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him. He nodded with a small sympathetic smile. Alison leaned against wall as Sherlock examined Jennifer's body. Alison was deep in thought as she let her eyes follow Sherlock. Her eyes snapped towards the door as it clicked open. A policeman stepped in, and looked at Alison. She pulled her hand away from her ring, and looked up at the tall African man. He smiled as he tapped his ear. Alison pushed herself off the wall as he walked over to her.
He bent down to her ear, and whispered lowly. "Hello Alison. We found someone that could help you." He swiftly placed a white card into her purse, and pulled back. Alison mouthed a small 'thank you' and smiled. He nodded with a small smile before leaving. No one seemed to notice that a police officer just walked in and out of the room, or they just ignored it.
"Sherlock. There was no suitcase!" Lestrade stated.
Sherlock stared at Lestrade, then ran out the door. "Suitcase! Did anyone find a suitcase? Wha there a suitcase in this house?" He shouted as he quickly descended the stairs. He looked back at Lestrade. "These people take the pills themselves. They chew, they swallow the pills themselves. There are clear signs even you lot couldn't miss." Lestrade grumbled, and leaned over the railing to look at Sherlock. He looked up at him and John. "It's murder. All of them. I don't know how. They're not suicides. They're killings, serial killings." Sherlock smiled, and clapped his hands together. "We got ourselves a serial killer. I love those. There's always something to look forward too" He quickly descended another flight of stairs. "Her case! Where did it go? Did she eat it? Someone was there, and took her case." He yelled. He started to mumble to himself.
"Maybe she checked into a hotel or-" John suggested.
"No she never made it to a hotel. Look at her hair! She color coordinates her lipstick with her jacket! She'd never leave a hotel with her hair looking-" He quickly cut himself off, then smiled. "Oh!" He looked up. "Serial killers are always hard. You have to wait for them to make a mistake." Alison tilted her head, and leaned over the railing to look at Sherlock. He was completely ecstatic. He started shouting orders leaving Lestrade and the others confused.
"What was the mistake?" Lestrade shouted.
Alison watched as Sherlock ran back and yelled. "PINK!"
Alison smiled widely as she watched him run off, and backed away from the railing. "Amazing." She mumbled to herself. "Absolutely... Brilliant." She smiled as she looked at Lestrade and John. "Uhm...something came up. I have to go, but here's my number. Call if there's anything I might be able to help you with." She handed both of them a slip of paper with a warm smile. The two nodded, and she slowly made her way back outside. She called a taxi.
A woman smiled at her, waiting for an address. "Where to, love?"
Alison pulled out a small card with the same dragonfly on it. "Uh... 221B... Baker street. Please"
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