Hey guys! I really hope you all like the first chapter. A bit of a mystery, isn't it? I would love to hear some from all of you of how April died. Thanks so much to those people who visited yesterday. Enjoy.
Chapter 2:
"Your daughter?" Jo asked, surprise written all over her face. Henry frowned, still not quite understanding, while Hanson, Lucas and Jo just stared at the tall man, before Lucas jumped in and said, "But Sherlock Holmes doesn't have a daughter."
Sherlock gave a small chuckle, now looking out the window, down at the sidewalk, before saying to John, "They really are so narrow minded."
John stared at him out from under his eyelashes, before muttering something. Sherlock raised and eyebrow at him, before turning to face Jo and saying, "You might want to take her body to a morgue. I'll be there later to examine it. Make sure no one touches it until I get there."
"Whoa, whoa whoa." Jo said, holding up her hand, "This is on New York territory. That means, that this is our case."
Sherlock looked over at her, scanning her, before turning to look away and opening his mouth. Before he could say anything, John stepped over to him and said in a low voice, "Not now, Sherlock."
Henry watched with a bit of a smile of his face as Sherlock closed his eyes slightly, muttering to him, "Just a little?"
"Nope." John told him, popping the 'p' a little. Sherlock exhaled deeply, before turning to the four other people in the room, and saying, "April is..." he stopped, closing his eyes slightly, before stepping toward them and continuing, "Was, my daughter and she was a citizen of England, so... technically... this is our case."
He stared Jo in the eye, before moving around her and leaving the room with John following him. But before he was completely out of the room, Sherlock turned back and said to Jo, "I'm sorry about your husband."
They all stared after him as he moved out, Jo's face written with shock and surprise.
Henry gave a faint smile, before turning to look at Lucas who tapped his chest a little and said, "You two would make great friends."
"We'll see about that." Henry said, turning back to look at the young woman on the bed.
***A couple of hours later, in the morgue***
"Who would do such a thing?" Sherlock gave a small jump as the voice sounded from behind him, and turning around, he saw Sam standing there, rubbing her poking out belly. He turned his gaze down to where she was looking, seeing April's body on a slab.
He sighed and turned around in his seat away from the microscope he had looking into, before saying to his wife, "I do not know. That's what I'm trying to figure out, and how she died."
Sam turned her head and stared at him in surprise, before repeating, "'How she died'? You mean, you don't know what happened?!"
"No, I don't. No one does, Sam." Sherlock added, staring at her. She sighed, looking over at him, still rubbing her belly, before shaking her head and saying, "I'm sorry, Sherlock. I didn't mean to snap at you. It's just..."
"Hard to look at her like this." Sherlock her sentence for her, hopping off of his seat and coming to stand next to her. She nodded, snuggling up next to him as he put his arm around her shoulders.
The sound of footsteps and voices drew their attention. They turned around and saw Henry, Jo and Lucas walking towards them. Lucas stopped walking, staring at Sherlock. Jo rolled her eyes, before asking, while pointing at Sam, "What is she doing here?"
Sherlock stared at her, before frowning and turning his head to look down at Sam, saying to Jo, "This is my wife, Samantha Holmes."
Lucas was now staring at Sam, while Henry walked toward the couple, asking Sam, "So, you're the mother?"
"Yes." Sam answered, while Henry frowned, saying, "You can't be more than forty years old. You would have to have been-"
"Twenty years old when she gave birth to April." Sherlock cut across him, nodding before turning to sit down on his seat, while Henry looked at him, before turning to Sam and asking, "How far along?"
Sam gave a small laugh, blushing slightly, looking down at her belly, before answering, "Five months."
Henry smiled at her, before turning to Jo and saying, "Sorry, I couldn't help but ask."
Jo nodded, before asking Sam, "Do you have any other kids?"
"Yes, this one will be our fifth." Sam answered, before closing her eyes slightly, trying not to look over her shoulder at April's body.
Sherlock looked over at her, but didn't say anything, while Henry walked over to the slap, saying, "We're about to start the autopsy, so if you don't mind leaving the room, Mrs. Holmes."
Sam and Sherlock started to give small laughs, making everyone frown. Finally, they stopped laughing, and Sam explained, "I was a detective at Scotland Yard a few years back. Believe me, I have a strong stomach."
Then she frowned, before saying to Henry, "I don't believe I've caught your name."
"Dr. Henry Morgan." Henry said, making Sherlock, who was just about to look back into the microscope, look up and frown slightly. He thought for a moment, before looking over his shoulder at Henry.
"Sherlock? What's wrong?" Sam asked, noticing her husband's frown. Sherlock shook his head slightly, saying, "Nothing. I thought I've heard the name somewhere before."
They all looked at him for a couple of moments, before Jo cleared her throat and said, "I'm going to go get a cup of coffee."
She walked back the way she came, while Sam took a seat next to Sherlock, and Lucas and Henry started the autopsy.
"What is it?" Sam asked, leaning in toward Sherlock, who was now looking down at his iPhone. He glanced up at her, before showing her what was on his phone, saying, "Dr. Morgan isn't who he pretends to be."