Uncle Sherlock chapter 3
Hey everyone! Here goes chapter three :)
Oh and this Chapter is rated T because of a case description… you'll know what I mean.
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"If it isn't little Miss Allison Watson herself, what're you doing on my end of London?" the words were slurred, the speaker had obviously been drinking, the thought made Allison cringe. Slowly, she turned around to face the man. He was of average height, balding, quite skinny and almost completely covered in tattoos. She recognized him immediately; he was the man that Allison put away on her first case with Sherlock. He had finally decided to teach her the "Science of Deduction" as he called it, and he took her out on a seemingly open and shut case. It was basically having training wheel. The case was easy, Allison thought to herself. But look at the consequences.
Flash Back
"Don't look at anyone, don't talk to anyone, just observe." Sherlock repeated for what felt like the billionth time that day. Allison rolled her eyes,
"Sherly, I'm a big girl now, I can handle myself." Allison said, growing aggravated with her uncle. She knew he was only nervous though, so she tried not to let him get to her.
"This is a simple case Allison, it shouldn't be too hard to solve, but we're going to take it slow alright, take in everything, observe everything, don't just look, actually see, alright?" Sherlock said to his niece, they were right at the threshold to the crime scene, steps away really, but Sherlock had put himself between Allison and the gruesome murder, his arms bracing themselves against the doorjamb.
"I get it Sherly, now would you let me in?" Allison said, trying to worm her way past the renowned detective. Sherlock caught her before she could get past, wanting to give her one final warning,
"Just remember, Allison that this is a very, very, gruesome scene. It might shock you, it might terrify you, just know that I'm here alright? If you can't handle it you don't have to." Sherlock said. Allison knew he was reluctant to teach her, but this was extremely unusual.
"I know Sherly, Anderson and his team already briefed me, there's a lot of blood, but you know I'm not squeamish. Now man up and let me through." Allison said, just about losing what patience she had left. Sherlock took in a deep breath, before he moved out her way.
Allison took her first few steps inside, the air seemed to be tainted with the smell of blood, Allison would have covered her nose, but she knew that she would get used to the smell soon enough and that her nose was a valuable asset in finding clues. Allison stepped further into the room; they were in a hotel that charges by the night. This room had been rented out to a Mr. and Mrs. Smith, obviously not their real names, even the "Idiotic Police" had figured that one out. The next morning the clerk came to kick them out only to be met with the grizzly sight that Allison was now taking in. The walls, the floor, the bed, the furniture, everything seemed to be tainted with the color red. The bodies of Mr. and Mrs. Smith were relatively clean, the only visible damage done to them being the bruises around their neck, a single clean stab wound to each of their chests. Their bodies were laid out next each other, their fingers interlaced so that they were holding hands.
"Allison, why don't you start, can you explain how they were killed?" Sherlock said from his place at the door. Allison nodded, searching the room for anything else out of the ordinary, besides the copious amounts of blood on the walls. Taking a breath, Allison walked up closer to the body of Mr. Smith. Allison cringed slightly, as she knelt down, taking in the appearance of the deceased man in front of her. Allison looked down at Mr. Smith's finger nails, taking in the slightly yellow tint to them. Then she crossed over to the Mrs., finger nails were manicured, freshly done too, the smell of the polish still wafting into Allison's nose. She took a step back and looked at their necks where the bruising was, it seemed to be darker on Mr. Smith than it was on Mrs. Smith. Allison then went to the stabbing site, determining that they were done postmortem. With that, Allison got up and crossed to the small bathroom, nearby. This place was actually untouched by the blood, and Allison could smell the familiar scent of cigarette smoke, though there were no cigarettes in sight. Allison checked the garbage bin as well, but there was nothing. Then she lifted up the toilet seat, and there it was, a cigarette. With those pieces of information, Allison crossed back into the main room, seeing Sherlock and Lestrade waiting patiently for her, along with Anderson and his team.
"Well Jane? You've been at this 5 minutes, what have you got to show for it?" Sherlock said to her, "How did Mr. and Mrs. Smith die?" he said, gesturing to the corpses in front of him.
"Mr. Smith was in the bathroom having a smoke while the Mrs. Was doing her nails, the window was open to let the smoke out, and that's how our attacker got in. he strangled Mr. Smith and then Mrs. Smith, he stabbed them after they were already dead, and then positioned them like so." Allison said gesturing to the bodies; Sherlock nodded his head in approval,
"What about the blood on the walls?" he asked her, looking around the room at the stained red wallpaper,
"Probably animal's blood of some kind, most likely pig's blood because it's easiest to get a hold of." Allison said and was rewarded with Sherlock's proud smile and the dumbfounded expressions of Lestrade and Anderson,
"Five minutes. It took her five minutes to figure out what took you and your entire team nearly an hour." Lestrade says in disbelief,
"Well, we were searching the entire room, so no wonder took her less time; she only looked at the bodies!" Anderson said, trying to save face, yet failing miserably
"Anderson, don't be a sore loser. It obvious my niece has a higher I.Q. then you do so just let the issue drop." Sherlock said, rolling his eyes at Anderson.
"Come along, Allison, we've got to look into a man named George Harrison." Sherlock saidas he guided his niece out of the crime scene.
"Who's George Harrison?" Allison asked as she walked down the hallway with Sherlock at her side.
Sherlock grinned down at Allison, pushing open the doors in front of them to the brisk morning air, "He is the murderer." Sherlock says
"How did you figure that out?" Allison says, now sharing her uncle's grin,
"I'll explain on the way," Sherlock said, "but we must move quickly, he can be quite crafty."
Quite crafty indeed,
because he was supposed to be in prison,
but here he was, right in front of Allison, a murderous glint in his eye as he stared at her. Allison knew that the man blamed her for his capture, though she had no idea why. She wasn't the one who figured out that it was him who had done it! She just explained how he had done it, which Anderson and his whole bloody crew could also be held accountable for!
Allison took in a shaky breath, and took one step back, but George only took another step forward. Allison continued to back up, but with every step away he only seemed to get closer, taking in a deep breath, Allison got ready to scream. Just as Harrison lunged Allison let out a scream,
"Sherlock!"
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