Soooo it's finally here. Immense writers block, my biggest apology!

Sherlock stood by the door frame, his eyes scanning everything in the room with detail in less than ten seconds. He then looked at everything again.

Maggie Johnson's room resembled that of a normal teenage girl. Her bed sheets were pink, and covered with teddy bears. Her walls were scattered with photos, drawings and posters of various boy bands. Books on her desk were stacked in alphabetical order, and her pens and pencils lined up according to size. There was not a single sign of mess anywhere in the room, not a thing looked out of place. The clear carpet was clean, no rugged or out of place patches anywhere to be seen.

There were three inhalers throughout the room; one on her chest of drawers, one on her desk and one slightly sticking out from under her pillow.

Sherlock slipped his small magnifying glass out of his pocket and examined the lock on the door for exactly five seconds before returning the gadget to his pocket and standing up straight with his hands in his pockets.

Lestrade and John stood in the doorway watching, exchanging glances with each other every few seconds as Sherlock worked.

"So what have you got?" asked Lestrade after Sherlock had stood in silence for far too long.

Sherlock turned on the balls of his feet to face the two other men.

"Well apart from the obvious, not that much at the moment."

"Obvious?" Lestrade and John questioned in unison. Sherlock often forgot that others were not as 'brilliant' as he was.

"Yes, obvious. There is no sign of forced entry into the room, the lock is still perfectly intact so Maggie obviously opened the door to her murderer and let them in without the thought of threat. Meaning, boys and girls?" Sherlock looked to John and Lestrade. The two looked at each other briefly before turning back to face Sherlock and shrugging their shoulders.

"Meaning, she knew her attacker," he answered for them, "Furthermore, look at the carpet."

The two did as they were told, scanning the carpet for any signs of anything out of the ordinary. When they saw nothing, they looked back to Sherlock who rolled his eyes before continuing.

"No scuff marks. The material isn't exactly thin so if their were any struggle then the patterns in the carpet would show it. Maggie Johnson was administered some form of poison and she did not know about it. She definitely trusted her attacker."

"What makes you so sure she was murdered?" asked John, "It could have just been an asthma attack."

Sherlock shook his head. He grabbed the inhaler closest to him, the one from the desk, and shook it before handing it to John.

"Three of these are scattered about the room. Three full inhalers. A girl with these in her room clearly knew of her condition and obviously knew how to handle it. Now ask yourself John, why would she not have done anything to help herself?"

"You're crazy." stated Melanie.

Being the best friend of Darcy Holmes, Melanie had gotten quite used to her odd moods and secretive ways. The one thing she could never get used to, was Darcy's inability to listen to anything that was good for her. Even though both girls had been told by three different people that they needed to stay in their dorm, no exception, Darcy was still insistent that she needed to leave the room.

Melanie was sprawled out across her bed, tossing a ping pong ball from one hand to the other. Darcy had not sat down since the two arrive back. She paced the room as though nervous, but she was not; she was excited. Her brother was somewhere in the school and Darcy was determined to get to him.

"I'm not crazy, I'm exciting," Darcy replied, coming to a standstill and throwing her best friend a big smile. Melanie chuckled to herself and shook her head. She could not deny that.

"Anyway, I want to see my brother." Darcy extended with a shrug.

"Oh yeah, about that," Melanie stood and rushed to the door before Darcy could exit, "How come you never told me you had a brother?"

Darcy shrugged, "I barely tell anyone."

Darcy waited for her friend to move, but Melanie did not budge.

"What?" Darcy almost shouted, she didn't want to come across as pushy but she was desperate to escape her dorm.

"If I move you have to promise me that you'll dish all the dirt when you get back, okay?"

Darcy nodded before locking pinky fingers with her best friend.

"Promise," assured Darcy before slipping past Melanie into the abandoned hallway.

After finding Maggie Johnson's room empty, Darcy pulled out her phone and sent Sherlock a text.

Wondering the halls looking for you. Where are you?

As usual, she had to wait barely anytime at all for a reply.

You should be in your dorm. SH

Darcy rolled her eyes, of course she was bound to receive that reply. She turned back towards her room as she sent another text to her brother.

I wanted to see you. I miss you. Please Sherlock, where are you?

It was not often that Darcy begged, but you would be pressed to find anything she wouldn't do when it came to her family. She did miss Sherlock, an awful lot, so when his reply came back it was no surprise that a smile quickly formed on her face.

221b Baker Street. See you tomorrow. SH

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