A/N: If you guys have any idea of something you might want to happen, let me know! I could try to incorporate it into the story. Irene will be showing up again in the next chapter for sure.
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As soon as the cab door opened, Gwen ran out and up to Anderson. Sherlock and John were doing their best to get out of the cab after her and pay the driver at the same time.
"Hello, mister!" She exclaimed, looking up eagerly.
Anderson looked down at her, disgust on his face.
"Lestrade!" He shouted. "There's a girl on the crime scene!"
John walked up, out of breath and grabbed Gwen.
Lestrade came running. It seemed that everyone was upset by the arrival of the girl.
"Who is this? Children aren't allowed here, Sherlock! What were you thinking!"
Gwen squirmed out of Johns' arms. She stamped her foot and looked angrily around at everyone. "I'm not a child! I can think like Sherlock!"
"Gwen-" John started, but she was on a roll. Sherlock stayed back and watched the show.
"I can do things as good as him!" she shouted. Anderson took a step back, and John looked at Sherlock nervously. Sherlock shrugged. There was no stopping the girl. She was angry.
"Do I have to prove myself? You, mister-" she said, pointing at Anderson, who put his hands up. "You annoy Sherlock! You're defiantly not as smart as him, and you would be awful at playing deductions! The man called Lestrade, he's the head of this business, as easily found out because you called him when I showed up. He likes Sherlock and thinks he can help out. You two men disagree on that, because Anderson's making a weird face when he looks at Sherlock."
She held her head up proudly. "Can I come in now?"
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Sherlock didn't understand.
Gwen looked around, sniffing and studying. She had a great mind, yes, but sometimes she wasn't willing to be patient enough to let it do it's work.
"Sherlock, I'm hungry." She whined, pulling on his sleeve and when that didn't bring a response, his scarf. He swatted at the girl's hand. Sherlock was in deep concentration, and no one was to interrupt him.
Lestrade walked up. "Well? Do you have anything?"
Sherlock's head snapped up.
"No. This case is boring and simple. You can solve it yourselves."
He picked up the girl and walked off to the street, signaling a cab.
"John? We are leaving."
The stout man hurried over to the cab and climbed in.
"221B, please."