Chapter 14
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Author's note: Please review! Thanks!
To the guest reviewer who asked whether I made this case up or am using one from Arthur Conan Doyle's books, well, I made this one up myself (quite chuffed with it, actually). Thanks for asking!
Sherlock and John walked into the police station and right to the reception desk.
"Yes?" a police officer asked.
"I've solved a case." Sherlock said.
"I'm sorry?" the man frowned.
"I'd like to talk to your murder-solving unit, please. I've solved a case." Sherlock stated.
"Okay, let me just go and get someone." The man said suspiciously then walked away.
They were soon led down to an office on one of the higher floors; it was rather busy, but not too busy. They were taken to an office where a uniformed man sat at a desk.
"Hello?" he asked.
"Here they are, sir." The man said and walked out.
The man at the desk stared at them as if it was some kind of joke.
"What is this?" he asked.
"Afternoon, sir." Sherlock stated, ignoring the man's judgements and sitting in the chair opposite. John came to stand just behind Sherlock. Sherlock put a bag on the desk.
"In this bag contains a cold case that I re-opened and have now closed. Before you ask any stupid questions, I need you to know that I am helping you, there is no need to fear me and lash out or lock me up." Sherlock said coolly.
"Why would I fear a child?" the man chuckled, he was old, and tired, but he took things in good humour.
"Because I am a child with a genius mind, I hacked into the police database, chose a case gone cold, re-opened it, and solved it with no team, no forensic specialists, only my partner at my side. Are you scared now? Let me answer that for you. Sir, you are sweating, would you like to open a window?" Sherlock asked.
The man was speechless, John went over and opened a window then stood back just beside Sherlock.
Sherlock stood up, opened the bag, and started laying things out strategically on the man's desk.
Just as the man was about to speak, Sherlock said "Quiet, just listen." The man, surprisingly, shut up.
"The case I re-opened was the Walker case. A woman, found in her home by her husband, stabbed in her heart with a knife. The knife was never found. The police blamed the husband at first as he withheld the information that he had redressed her upon finding her. But you soon realised he had an alibi, he was also severely upset and in shock at his wife's untimely death. You failed to notice that she was having an affair, with her boss, Mr North." Sherlock tapped a photograph of Mrs Walker with a diamond bracelet on and he then held out a receipt "A diamond bracelet, Mr North bought it for her, what a pretty gift for a colleague. But she was more than that, she was his lover, and he did love her. He wanted her to be his, for her to divorce her husband. But she loved her husband more than him. She was just looking for adventure, risk. She was an adventurer, as you know; it is obvious you recognise this case. Anyway, she was, in a way, using him, but he was taking it too far. He felt that if he couldn't have her, then nobody could. He went to her home when her husband was out, she willingly undressed for him, they were still having an affair, she didn't fear him, she was willing. That was why there were no signs of a struggle. Once she was naked and ready, sat on that chair, he brought out his knife," Sherlock placed the knife on the table "he has a fascination with battle, inclined to violence. Here is the blade he killed her with, I am sure you will find that it is the same shape and measurements of what was discovered in her autopsy. He killed her, stabbed her in her heart, a very personal place, don't you think? Our final proof, we have a recording of him, we went to his school and asked him some questions, nothing that would make him suspect that we were investigating Mrs Walker's murder. But what was interesting is that though we had reliable evidence that he knew her well, when we asked about her in passing, he denied knowing her, but later he slipped up in accidentally saying her first name when we had never uttered it in his presence. Here is your recording. You have proof, my John here even wrote up some notes if you missed anything that I said." Sherlock sat down with a satisfied smile.
The man fiddled through a few papers and inspected the receipt and picture.
"Could you just… follow me." The man stood up.
"Sorry, what is your name?" John suddenly asked.
"Detective Inspector Green." The man said. The husbands followed him to a desk where a woman sat.
"Alright, Carl?" she asked with a bright smile.
"Can you look after these two boys; I just need to check some things…" the man muttered and wondered off, rounding up a few people and returning to his office.
John conversed with the lady, he was always good with people, but Sherlock watched the team of people through the open blinds, they were almost frantic, looking through all the papers, the evidence, the recording. Soon they all started to sit down and talk.
About twenty minutes later Sherlock and John were called into the office again.
"You're right. And we will have Mr North arrested today. All your hard work… you didn't go about it the right way, hacking files, but what you two have done is… astonishing. Well done." The man smiled and held out his hand. John shook it first, and then Sherlock did too.
"What are you going to do now?" an officer asked.
"We just… carry on." John said.
"You could work with us, after what you've done; maybe we could pull a few strings…" Mr Green suggested.
"No. I want to be a detective, but I am going to be my own boss. I enjoyed this case, me and my husband, working together; I wouldn't want to work with any of you." Sherlock stated.
"No offence intended, he's always like this." John chipped in.
"Okay." Mr Green sighed "Shame though, you two, despite your age, would have been a great asset to us. As you aren't going to be part of the police force, we must demand that you don't go meddling in our cases or on our databases, thank you." Mr Green said.
Sherlock and John didn't say anything. Silence ran around the room. Finally Sherlock turned to John, took his hand, brought it up to his mouth and pressed a gently kiss to his knuckles and Sherlock said "Case closed, time to go home."
John nodded and they left and went back to their dorm.
After calling up Mr Walker and talking to him about the case John sat at the end of their bed "It's over, he's found peace. Though he did cry quite a bit, but that was expected. Mr North is going to prison, no doubt about it. Are you going to do any more cases?" he asked.
"Soon, my love. But now, we have other things to attend to. We have a few exams and some irritated teachers to sort out, also, Christmas is coming soon, we must organise presents and going home." Sherlock said.
"Oh yeah!" John smiled "I miss it there; it'll be nice to go back."
"Indeed." Sherlock nodded.
"I'm very proud of you, you know?" John said suddenly.
Sherlock looked over to him and smiled "I know." He said, walked over to him, leant down, and they kissed.