A/N I'm so sorry this has taken so long! My laptop broke, with all that my documents, all my other original stories and school work washed down the drain...I'm so sad...ANYWAYS, finally I've got my head round it to update this fic! Again, apologies for your lack of chapters, I'll try to get nice long ones out every weekend...Sorry again!
It seemed the first test for Animine was the case they got the day after their arrival. She did, as she had proved, the intelligence of Sherlock Holmes, and it seemed obvious that Sherlock didn't want to be outdone; He would have liked to be his usual sarcastic solve-a-case-in-a-minute self, but as soon as they got to the scene of the crime, a small factory in the suburbs of London, the actual events played out.
The body was that of a young woman, blonde hair, blue eyes, and a bloodstained chest where she'd been stabbed, dead about 24 hours according to John. Sherlock went about looking at the body right away, and Animine stood beside him, looking at the body in as much detail as the great detective was. And when he straightened up, Lestrade looked expectantly. "What have you got?" He asked.
Before Sherlock could get a word in, Animine spoke first. "A woman, around the age of 25, dead due to a stab in the chest. She was stabbed more than once, due to the fact blood has soaked her stomach, deep they are too, so the killer wanted her to suffer. Narrows it down to only three people. And due to the engagement ring on her finger, one. A boyfriend, caught her cheating I believe. Killed her and the unborn child, he hit her in the stomach because the child was not his, before stabbing the heart to make her suffer. The name you're looking for is Francis Perry, as on the inscription on the engagement ring." She finished and looked at Sherlock. "Am I right?"
As much as Sherlock hated to admit it, he had to say..."Yes."
John and Lestrade's eyebrows were far up their foreheads. "Amazing."
Anderson, who had only been a few feet away rolled his eyes, and Donovan went as far to say; "Another Freak to send to the asylum."
Animine's head turned to Donovan so fast it cricked. "So, I'm a freak, is that right?"
Sherlock knew what would happen, he calculated it in the milisecond before it did. So he put a hand on Animine's shoulder, and pulled her away as Donovan replied. "Yes, a girl freak, even worse than him."
Even though Sherlock had prepared, he hadn't enough. That girl was strong! John put his hand on her shoulder to though, and they pulled her away from what would've been a big fight. They left Lestrade to deal with Donovon. They retreated back outside, hailing a cab to get home with.
"So, that's who you help, idiots?" Animine said as soon as they were in the cab.
"Yes, idiots." Sherlock replied, and the three of them burst into laughter, laughter that continued all the way home.
Again, sorry this is so short, but eh, this is all I can do at the moment. But bigger, longer chapters are on the way! I promise!