Ok, just a couple of things before the next chapter :)

First of all, I'd like to say a big thank you to starbrightnights. Your constructive criticism really helped me with this chapter and I appreciate the advice. I shall look back on it if I need any help with further chapters :)

Also thanks to insaneradio, Valkyrie Vamp, Fairykins, & Google Eleanor for your reviews so far. I'm glad you're enjoying the story!

"Oh come on, it wasn't that bad," Darcy assured Melanie as they made their way back towards their school. Melanie was a few steps in front of Darcy, roughly kicking away any stone or pebble that dared cross her path.

"She couldn't get rid of me fast enough!" Melanie almost shouted in reply, "I don't know why I even bother,"

"You shouldn't let it get to you, dude," Darcy called as she jogged to keep up with her friend. Melanie didn't have time to respond as the un-mistakable blue flash of ambulance lights greeted them as they rounded the corner. Outside of their school were several police cars, two ambulances and a vehicle that made Darcy's stomach turn.

"Why is there a coroner van outside of our school?" The question was rhetorical, Darcy wasn't even sure if she meant to say it out loud.

"Come on, George is over there," said Melanie as she grabbed Darcy's arm and pulled her towards their school's doorman.

"George what's going on?" Melanie asked as Darcy took in her surroundings. Their Headmistress was the first person she noticed. Miss Davenport was crying. Her long blazer was being held closed by her left hand, whilst her right hand held the tissue that was dabbing the tears away from her eyes. She was surrounded by police. Darcy recognized on of them, D.I Lestrade.

"They think she had an asthma attack." replied George, barely holding back tears himself, "Maggie Johnson. She was in her last year. Miss Davenport found her body this afternoon," Melanie's eyes widened.

"She died!" Darcy almost shouted in shock. George nodded his head.

"If it was an asthma attack then what's with all the police?" enquired Melanie.

"I have no idea," replied George, "I'm just the doorman, only know what I've overheard,"

Darcy nodded her head.

"Thanks George, see you later." The two girls left the doorman to answer more questions from more students who had just arrived at the scene.

"What's going through your head, Darcy?" asked Melanie as the two girls made their way to the main entrance where the police, Miss Davenport and DI Lestrade were standing.

"There's something more here," came Darcy's quick reply, "This many police for an asthma attack, it just doesn't make sense." Lestrade noticed Darcy approaching him. He excused himself from a couple who Darcy guessed were Maggie's parents, and made his way over to them.

"Have you called him?" Darcy asked immediately, ignoring the looks of confusion from Melanie.

"On my way to see him now," Lestrade answered, "Chances are he'll want to come and take a look. Stay safe girls." Lestrade patted Darcy on the back and then departed.

"Called who?" asked Melanie, unsure on whether her secretive friend would even give her an answer.

"Sherlock Holmes," Darcy replied with a smile.

"Wait, Holmes?" Darcy nodded her head to answer her friends question. Melanie did not have time to question her friend as they were interrupted by their Headmistress.

"Melanie Longstead, Darcy Holmes." Miss Davenport called, "Back to your dorm please girls, this isn't the atmosphere to hang around right now!"

…...

"What's so suspicious about an asthma attack?" asked John after Lestrade had explained the situation. Sherlock was sat on the coffee table, his elbows leant on his knees and his head resting in his hands. John was leant against the kitchen doorframe, only half paying attention to the conversation.

"It's not just the asthma attack," explained Lestrade, "Maggie Johnson's room mate has been taken to the hospital wing, suspected food poisoning. The two girls who share the room next door to them have also been complaining of shortness of breath. It could just be a coincidence but I very much doubt that. Will you come an have a look around, Sherlock,"

"Of course," the detective replied, rising to his feet and grabbing his coat. "Not in the police car, I'll get a cab. What school is it?"

"Farrington's," said Lestrade, "It's not far from here, it's…," He did not have chance to finish his sentence.

"Darcy's school!" was Sherlock's interruption.

Sherlock pulled his coat on and tossed John's coat at him from behind the door.

"Something wrong?" asked John, Sherlock stood waiting by the door. The detective exchanged a look with Lestrade who looked as though he couldn't believe what he was hearing. Sherlock shook his head at Lestrade.

"You mean you haven't told him?" the DI asked.

Sherlock shook his head.

"Told me what?" John almost shouted, feeling a little irritated by the secrecy. He came to a complete stand-still. Sherlock knew that John was now unlikely to move until he heard what he wanted to hear. John Watson could be damn stubborn when he wanted to be.

"Darcy is his sister," informed Lestrade as he took his leave, chuckling to himself as he jogged down the stairs and back out to his car.

John just looked at Sherlock, shaking his head slightly.

"What?" Sherlock snapped, drumming his fingers hard against the doorframe.

"Your sister?"

"Yes." Sherlock's fingers drummed harder.

"You have a sister?"

"Yes."

"You never told me."

"I barely tell anyone."

"Why?"

"Can we go now please!" Sherlock's patience had reached it's limit.

John shrugged his shoulders and he pulled his coat on. "Okay. Alright then. Let's go."

Sherlock nodded and almost ran down the stairs. John followed closely behind, shouting goodbye to Mrs Hudson before joining Sherlock who had already flagged down a taxi.

…...

Darcy had no idea how Melanie could fall asleep at a time like this. Okay, so the girls didn't know Maggie that well but they had been in school together for the past few years. It still didn't seem real that she was gone, and so young. It didn't seem fair.

It didn't seem plausible.

It was a well known fact at Farrington's that Maggie suffered from asthma, and it was only a well known fact because everyone admired her for how well she dealt with it.

Maggie had been housed in the dorm directly above Darcy for as long as Darcy could remember. Maggie had suffered quite a few asthma attacks in that time, Darcy heard a few. The next day, all the talk had been about how Maggie had talked herself out of it. It was a miracle every time.

So what was so different this time?

Darcy wasn't so sure she was smart enough to figure it out, but she knew someone who was.

Her brother - Sherlock Holmes. And he was on the case.

Will upload the next chapter as soon as possible.

Bye for now Kids :) Love as always, Ashley xxx