Ever since Eb read the letter aloud, I had been jittering with excitement nonstop. I absolutely love the work that Sherlock Holmes does, I'm a constant follower of his blog, as well as John Watson's. I taught myself to be able to deduce like he does and store information in a way that I'll never forget.
But that isn't the only reason why I was excited. I was going to be free, away from my parents in the centre of London. Another reason was that I finally had a way to prove myself to my father, make him see that I wasn't a useless lump of flesh that did nothing except take up space and waste valuable resources (he'd actually said that, Father was a cruel man).
When we arrived at the flat, all I could think was keep calm, keep calm, KEEEP CAALM! It worked. Well, on the outside at least. Well...somewhat. Molly didn't notice, but Ebony sure did, but then again, she is my sister.
Anyways, Molly showed us down to our flat and showed us around the place.
"Hope you like the place! If you need anything, just come up and ask." said Molly before she left us. As soon as she left I turned to Ebony and started grinning like a maniac.
I was about to open my mouth to say something about the fact that we were living in Sherlock Holmes actual house, when a knock came to the door. Ebony calmly came and walked over and answered it.
"There's a man asking to see you," said Mrs. Holmes, "he said that he brought some packages for you?"
"Oh, yes!" said Ebony, "we'll be right up!"
We went upstairs and surely, there was a man with about ten boxes waiting for us. We slowly lugged them downstairs (with the delivery man's help, of course) and set them all up in a pile in the front room.
The delivery man turned to walk back up the stairs and out of the flat, when he turned around, as if remembering something. He pulled a somewhat crumpled envelope out of his pocket.
"This is for you ma'am," he said to Ebony in a thick Scottish accent.
"Thank you, sir." said my sister as she took the letter from him.
"Drive safely!" I said to the man as he left.
Ebony closed the door then slowly tore open the letter she had just got. After she read it, she handed it to me. All the letter said was that we'd have to buy the rest of it. Without questioning it much, I went and inspected the boxes more.
Two of them were identical in pretty much the same way, except colour. One was grey, the other yellow. A couple boxes looked just like a regular moving boxes, sealed only with tape. I pulled out one of my knives and cut through the tape sealing them. Inside one of them was assorted towels, soaps, and other necessary items. In others were pieces of wood and paper instructions on how to build a table and chairs. I lugged the boxes to the rooms that they most likely were meant to be and set to work.
After I finished, I walked back into the front room where Ebony was. She had opened one of the two remaining boxes and bits and pieces were arranged strategically around the room. I took the other to what would be serving as my bedroom during the stay and took it apart. It was a bedroom set, with a wardrobe, desk, stool, bookcase, storage cases, and bed. I set up my laptop atop the desk and sat down to check my e-mail. I had one message in my inbox. It was from Moriarty, or at least one of his minions.
Shea,
I have arranged for you to work at the St. Bart's mourgue as Molly's new intern. Ebony has a job as well. I have found it necessary to your cover that you appear to be perfectly normal people with jobs. Try to blend in and gain Sherlock's trust.
Now, I never really talked to you about a background story, except that your last name is Wright, so here it is. You guys are posing as Shea and Ebony Wright, two orphans that are just getting back on their feet. Your 'parents' were John and Amy Wright. Your late mother died of cancer two years back, and you lived with your father who was getting more and more depressed until he committed suicide last fall. You sold the house and land that you lived in and moved to London, seeking a fresh start.
-Jim Moriarty
That was how the email went. I deleted the message, closed the laptop, and walked over to Ebony's room. I knocked on the door and a couple minutes later she answered.
"I'm hungry." I said when she opened the door. "Let's go get something to eat."
"All right," she responded with a sigh. "Let's go to the restaurant down the street."
After dinner we went shopping to go pick up some groceries and such for the flat. I got up groggily the next day, completely confused about where I was. Then Ebony came and knocked at my door, telling me that it was time for work. I suddenly remembered and literally leapt out of bed and over to my wardrobe to get ready. After I was dressed I came bursting out of my room. "Hey, Eb? Do I have to eat breakfast, or should I just…" I said, trailing off. There was a note on the kitchen table.
Had to run to work. You were being so SLOW! Now hurry, or you'll be late!
-Ebony
I quickly finished getting ready (skipping breakfast, I WAS going to go work in a morgue!) and ran out of the flat. I climbed up the stairs, walked outside, and hailed a cab.
When I got to the hospital, I ran inside, down into where the morgue was located. I calmed myself down, then walked in, worried about what I might see. I walked over to Molly's door and knocked.
"Come in!" Molly cheerfully said. I opened the door and walked in. "Oh! How are you? Was Sherlock bothering you?"
"No, I'm your new intern." I replied.
"Oh! How exciting! You can put you things over there and we will get to work shortly, I was just working on some paperwork."
A couple minutes later, we set to work. We had to examine a couple of murders first (one garroting, one stabbing) and one apparent suicide (poisoning) that I proved to actually be a murder, done by a serial killer. We took a break for lunch, then set back to work. The rest of the day was relatively boring, so we spent most of the time talking.
"So how could you tell that it was a murder?" Molly asked me.
"It was really quite obvious, actually." I replied. "There were faint, finger shaped bruises around the mouth, showing that someone forced the poison down the victim's throat. There were those signs on some of the other bodies that were out here, so during the lunch break, I tested them all for certain chemicals and found traces of one deadly one in the mouth, but not enough to kill, only to make them ill. Then I saw wounds on each person's arm, like a flu shot. You said that they had just gotten vaccines recently, right?" Molly nodded. "I tested the blood of each victim and found the vaccine and hydrogen peroxide in the bloodstream. Cause of death: poisoning. By whom: a nurse all the victims went to school with, the victims bullying the murderer so much that she wanted revenge. There is one more person on the list, who should be dead within a day, or two unless we can stop it."
"Who?" asked Molly.
"The next victim is Geof Greyson and the murderer is a Joan Smith."
Molly got up and called Lestrade and it turned out my deductions were correct. I was SO excited, then I realized that the murderer was probably working for my father. I shrugged off the thought, putting it off for later. I went home afterwards and told Ebony all about it.
