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"Keridwyn" John yelled
The small demon leapt onto the back of his chair, materializing as if from nowhere, flapping her wings she perched carefully, looking at her master for instruction. Sherlock was leaning against the fireplace, and John was pacing the room, in what Keridwyn recognized as his working garb.
"What can I do for you John?" she asked, taking in the scene.
"I have to go to work, and Sherlock has a case, could you go with him and keep him company?"
"I'm being sublet?" she asked. Sherlock laughed
"Don't pout in Demon form Keri, it looks slightly obscene" the consulting detective admonished her. She stretched herself out into her human form, and leapt onto the cushion seat, John took this as an acceptance of his orders, and after making his excuses, left the flat leaving Keridwyn and Sherlock alone.
"Do you actually have a case or are you going to experiment on me?" Keridwyn asked concerned
"I have a case, it's right up your alley, and John won't come, come with me Keri" Sherlock begged child like.
"Okay, but if I end up in your microwave in a petri dish you will regret this." She changed into a long grey military style coat, black leggings, and baggy T-shirt and Doc Martin boots. He smiled approvingly, twisted into his own coat and scarf, and dived down the stairs. She tried to twirl herself, but it was a bit pathetic and followed him giggling.
In the taxi Sherlock showed Keridwyn the text he'd received from Lestrade earlier in the morning.
Coram's Field
No cause of death
Ritualistic
Please come
GL
"So you really would like me to come then? Not just as a walking skull?" She asked Sherlock
"Of course, I'm not so shallow as to think I never need help" he smiled at her, then laughed to himself "anyway this is going to be fun".
When they got to the crime scene, Keridwyn was inexplicably excited. She had been to Sherlock's crime scenes before, but usually hiding in the shadows, this time she was going out in the sun, with the detective himself. As they walked towards Sergeant Donovan waiting at the police lines she had a fuzzy feeling deep inside, no wonder John loves this so much, she thought.
"Hello freak" Donovan welcomed
"Sergeant Donovan, how lovely to see you again, I see Anderson's wife is back"
"Who is that?" Sergeant Donovan spat pointing at Keridwyn.
"A colleague" Sherlock replied
"Another one?" She questioned as Sherlock walked past her, "your getting through them aren't you?"
"Lestrade" Sherlock greeted the older detective shaking his hand, "this is Keri, she's a friend of John's."
"Where is John?" Lestrade asked, looking Keridwyn up and down
"Working, so as long as you don't mind, Sherlock has brought me instead." Keridwyn gave him her most winning smile, and Sherlock thought he'd even spotted her eyelashes fluttering. Lestrade shrugged and showed them to the body.
"Will you be alright with the body, erm Keri?" Lestrade asked
"She has some experience, Lestrade, Keri is an expert in occult deaths" Sherlock lied expertly
"Oh God another weirdo" Anderson groaned, choosing that moment to appear "are we now going to hold a séance?"
"Shut up Anderson" Lestrade shouted, but now a crowd of coppers had formed around Keri, "You do look rather young, Keri."
"Yeah?" she replied smiling broadly "It's the voodoo!" the crowd erupted with laughter and the tension immediately dispersed.
The body was of a teenage boy, Lestrade was right no obvious cause of death, but a lot of random cut marks, and the body lying in a pentagram. As Sherlock started his vampire like prowling of the corpse, Keri took note of the rest of the scene. Reading the strange language plastered on the walls around the body. She attempted to get Sherlock's attention, but he was too busy with the boy's body. So she walked over to him, she was aware of Lestrade and Anderson's scrutiny so she concentrated on making footsteps. The noise made Sherlock aware of her, and he gave her a curious look, she in turn shook her head, trying to get through her information. Sherlock would never find a cause of death, or a murderer, this boy wasn't even human, in a few hours time his body would disintegrate, there would be a minor mortuary investigation into the bodies disappearance then it would be covered up.
Sherlock made a random series of observations to Lestrade, claiming some outrageous things about the body and the murderer, and Keri added the language around the body was Ogham, and a believable translation. Then they walked off towards Russell Square.
"Wait" Lestrade, shouted at them
"We've told you everything we know Lestrade, what else can you possibly want" Sherlock huffed
"I need some details for my report, Keri I'll need your full name" Lestrade pulled out a notepad, and Sherlock looked faintly worried
"Oh okay DI Lestrade" Keri started "My full name is Keridwyn Bellis Murray" Sherlock looked shocked, but was able to turn his expression into one of disinterest.
"Murray?" Lestrade asked, "No relation to Corporal William Murray?"
"Yes, he's my brother" Keri replied smiling
"Of course I understand, I've met you before haven't I? After the Moriarty case you visited John?" Keri nodded, "I met your brother once, how is he? Where is he now?"
"Back in Afghanistan, he's 9months into an 18month tour" she sounded sad, and Sherlock looked at her.
"Well remember me to him, I hope to see you again Miss Murray" Lestrade finished, walking away.
"I don't really understand what just happened" Sherlock admitted when they got into the taxi.
"The boy he was a demon, the Ogham was written to summon him, someone didn't know how to control him, and sadly he died" Keri told him, and Sherlock nodded, he's guessed something like that.
"I actually meant then with Lestrade" he clarified
"Is this information you've deleted Sherlock, or do you genuinely not know who Corporal William Murray is?" Keri asked, when Sherlock looked at her blankly she continued "John was shot in Afghanistan, he was dying and his power attracted the nearest powerful practitioner, that was an orderly called Bill Murray. Bill found John was about to die, and that his power stemmed from the same family source as his own, luckily for John the Murray family hold a powerful tool, an artifact that can bring the dead back to life. So Bill cried out for his father to send aid, and his father send his servant to Afghanistan. William Murray's father is my owner, the servant was me, and the artifact, that ancient tool which saved John's life is Keridwyn's Cauldron."
Again the cauldron is pretty well documented, although I'm not sure you can take water out of the cauldron and make it work the same. However HA it's my fic and Lucy's back at work so she can't make me change it!
Canon usage with Bill Murray.
Lucy can write in Ogham, I can't sadly. It's a Celtic runic script, it was all over our wedding literature, my family thought she was summoning demons lol.
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