"So cara why do you cut yourself?" Sherlock asked. Straight to the point as usuall, I sighed.
"Why did you become a consulting detective?" I asked
"Well..." Sherlock replied. I was suprised I didn't expect him to answer my question before I answered his. "When I was young I was tourmented for my smart deductions of people. And that's what I was best at, deductions. So I started work as the first ever consulting detective, I made up the job. After all dead people can't torment you. They are dead. Now answer my question."
"I'm bored" I shrug
"Excellent" Sherlock replied "right then grab your coat were leaving."
"What" I squawk "I can't go home. They'll want answers. And I don't think the one I gave you was quite what they expect." John gave me a sympathetic look
"I never said you were going home" Sherlock said blankly. "We are all going to the NSY crime seen."
As we got into the cab Sherlock picked up his phone and started ringing Detective Inspector Lestrade asking about a case of some sorts.
Once we pulled up outside A old building, which was blinded by blue and red flashing cop cars. I started to wonder what I'd got myself into. Sherlock and John jumped out of the cab, I followed suit, almost bumping into a tall strange looking man with dark hair and a agrivated glare. "What the he'll are you doing here, child" he patronized. I saw strate through him. Middle aged, OCD, immaculate, wife and kids, cheating on her with a colleague. I saw Sherlock and John turn to help.
"I could ask you the same question, sir, cheating on your wife must cross some kind of law, especially when done with a work colleague." Sherlock John and the strange man stared at me before Sherlock laughed for the first time ever since I met him, John also chuckled helplessly. The strange man looked at me rage glaring down.
"Leave her Anderson she's got you there." Sherlock grinned, infuriating the man even more.
"Why the bloody hell have you brought a child to a crime scene, Sherlock she will tamper with all the evidence."
"She just showed you why. She's got the deductive skills of Sherlock Holmes." John mused. Anderson huffed admitting defeat and walked away without another word.
As we walked up towards the old building door we were met by a young woman with dark skin and hair who spoke into her walky-talky alerting the others that the 'freak' was here. I think she ment Sherlock. She gave me a funny look standing in front of the door and blocking my entrance, but Sherlock ushered me in as me and John turned to put on protective clothes Sherlock ran up the stairs not waiting for John. When we appeared at the top Sherlock was already making deductive comments throwing his words backwards and forwards without anyone listening, I however clung onto every word amazed at his swift mind. The dead girl in front of us was young. 20-30 years old sorting pink clothing from head to toe, obviously some kind of reporter someone who had to stand out. She was wet so wherever she had come from it had been raining do she must have travled from outside London. Her jewellery was clean apart from her wedding ring she took it off loads because the inside was cleaner then the outside. Must have been having a string of affairs because it's harder to lie about just one.
"Cara. Cara." Sherlock shouts snapping me out of my trance. "Did I miss anything." I scanned the body again checking every detail over in my mind.
"Where is her suitcase?" I ask. John looks puzzled and for the first time I pitty him it must be difficult living with Sherlock and now im in the picture. "She has mud splatters up her left leg from something being dragged behind her and shes travelled from outside London like Sherlock said. If we find the case we could find a phone or something." I pause thinking. Sherlock's nodding me encouragingly, he hasn't thought of this yet I can tell.