"Suicide, almost." Adeline stated after just 10 minutes in the room. Sherlock raised an eyebrow and John's mouth formed an 'o'.

"Explain." Commanded Sherlock. She sighed.

"Well, her eyes are closed, so she was expecting it. You don't die with your eyes closed if you are trying to get help now, do you? And the missing knocked over chair, you use a chair if you need to hang yourself and then kick it to get the whole 'hanging' part right. Otherwise you're just standing on a chair with a rope around your neck."

"Go on."

"Well, considering the amount of balled-up paper pieces in the bin, she obviously was trying to write a note. So why quit? If you want to say goodbye permanently, you don't just not say goodbye because you stutter. And she had an infinite amount of time, she could have just kept going. And her clothes. Now these are interesting. She has a formal black dress on, but she's in high school. That means date. But by the length of it, she was definitely not trying to get this man's attention. Or she's been forced to wear one with a longer bottom than the one she chose. But because there has been no attempt to roll it up or change it, this means option one." John, Lestrade and the other members of the room, not including Sherlock, seemed astounded.

"Get to the almost part."

"Right. Well, because of the clothes it is going to be her parents who got her into this. So who's she seeing? A family friend, perhaps. Or their son. Someone who knows that she is an only child. I can tell because she's had no broken bones, because of no one to play with. Her family's rich, as shown by the dress. So the assistant, the date, family friend, whatever, probably knows that once her parents are dead he'll get the money. They have no other family. She has no pictures in her wallet but one of a boy, obviously a past boyfriend. So that's the no family part covered.

"As evident from the wheelchair-handling marks on her hands, her father is in a wheelchair, which means that he can't have sex. Therefore her mother got bored and went to see someone else. The husband doesn't know, but the 'friend' does and plans to tell the husband, make him depressed, get a divorce. Change the will to say everything goes to his best friend who was there in his time of need. Then he'll do the same thing to him as he did to this girl. Get them drunk, tell them that everything in their life is ruined, help them kill themselves. Steal the note, make sure no one knows the cause."

"Well done indeed." Sherlock complemented.

"Well, now what? Shouldn't we go find this man?"

"And arrest him with what? Getting someone drunk and talking to them? I don't think that counts as a crime." Lestrade contradicted.

"Oh, don't worry. He'll come soon enough. He only did it because he was in debt, and soon he should come crying to you guys to help him. Which you should deny, and say that you know he killed her. Then he should say that it was him who killed her, he actually forced her at gunpoint after she was drunk, which by the way, had a poison in it that takes a while to work. So he did kill her, but only after she had killed herself."

"That makes no sense whatsoever, freak two." Donovan smirked. Lestrade glared at her and was about to tell her off when Sherlock interrupted.

"Well done, Addi. In only half the time I figured it out. I believe our guest should come either in a minute, or tomorrow. John, we're leaving." The trio walked out of the door, leaving an angry Sally Donovan in their wake.

When they got back to the flat, Adeline grabbed Sherlock's phone and ordered pizza.

"We're having pizza for dinner." She announced as the doorbell rung. She grinned at John, who sighed and grabbed his walet to pay, but as he opened it he found an extra £100.

"Where did this come from?"

"I paid you back for the clothes. And a bit extra for the pizza. Could you go get it, please?" He rolled his eyes but smiled and got the door.

"Pizza." Adeline jumped up and grabbed one of the boxes.

"My precious..." She said, petting it. John laughed at the Lord of the Rings reference while Sherlock just raised an eyebrow quizzically.

"Which one's mine?"

"Open them and find out." John and Adeline ate their pizzas, the former leaving some leftovers. "Sher, aren't you going to eat?" All she got was a shake of his head as an answer.

"He barely ever does." Adeline's eyebrows creased a bit in slight anger at her brother for not taking care of himself properly.

"I thought this had stopped. You may have grown physically, but you're still the same mentally as you were in uni." She grabbed a piece of his pizza and started moving it towards him. "Here comes the train..." He batted it away with his hand like a cat at a laser.

"I'm going to go wrap this up." John stood up and took his leftovers with him, moving to the kitchen and preserving the slices with clingfilm while Adeline was still attempting to feed Sherlock. She finally stopped and sat on the couch, twiddling her thumbs in thought.

"It's weird that I'm only 19. I mean, I've seen more dead bodies than most normal people, I have a job, I don't go to uni anymore and I'm smarter than virtually everyone my age. I'm still only as mature as a uni student, though!" She picked up a pillow and threw it at an unsuspecting John. Shocked, surprised and confused, he stood stock still has Addi burst into a fit of laughter and giggles. By the end she was hiccuping like crazy.

"You have hiccups," her brother pointed out. She blank-faced him.

"No #!*% , Sherlock. Hey, that should become a saying! How cool would that be if you became a saying, Sher?"

"Not 'cool' at all."

Hello all who are reading! I do apologize for not posting. I have a short attention span, see, and when I become interested in something I immediately drop whatever I was previously interested in. But now that I'm almost fourteen, I have realized that it is irresponsible to leave people hanging like that. So from now on I will post more chapters more regularly. Have a wonderful day.

~captaincatbones