"Jennifer Wilson, according to her credit cards- we're running them now for contact details. Hasn't been here long- some kids found her." Lestrade said as Sherlock and John entered the room.
The room itself was dark with peeling wallpaper, in the centre laid a woman in a bright pink coat and shoes, face down, dead.
"Shut up!" Sherlock exclaims.
"Didn't say anything." Lestrade replied.
"You were thinking. Its annoying." An exchange of glances between Lestrade and John allowed John to know that this was a common phenomena. Looking at Sherlock, John was once again confused at Sherlock jumping around the body, looking for details.
"Got anything?"
"Not much." Sherlock said tapping away on his mobile.
"She's German." Anderson said from the corridor. "Rache is German for revenge. She could be trying to tell us something."
"Yes, thank you for your input." Sherlock says walking to the door and shutting it in his face.
"I do hope you don't treat missus like that, otherwise you will be in for some horrid arguments." Lestrade said, chuckling at Sherlocks behaviour, he wasn't the biggest fan of Anderson either.
"Of course not, she is much more intelligent than the likes of him."
"So She's German." Lestrade said going back to the matter at hand.
"Of course she's not German." He said as he begun stating what the evidence told him.
"I think I like him better when Maria is around." John mumbled under his breath.
"You and me both." Lestrade agreed.
"Can you two stop gossiping about my girlfriend and I, it really is quite juvenile." Sherlock exclaimed.
"You, a girlfriend?" Anderson laughed.
"Yes, unlike you I am not fond of having mistresses." Sherlock exclaimed before running about trying to find a pink suitcase, leaving Anderson quite red-faced.
With Maria
"Shhh it's ok ankle-biter I'm here." Maria said cradling the girl, lightly bouncing her up and down as she walked back and forth from her room to the sitting room.
"Bad dream." She mumbled crying into her neck.
"It's ok, it wasn't real… Do you want to talk about it?" Sitting on the couch, taking off her heels and reclining so the child laid across her stomach and chest.
"Man hurt me." She mumbled crying more.
"Shhhh it ok I wont let anyone ever hurt you."
"Pwomise."
"I promise ankle-biter… as long as I'm here I wont let anyone hurt you." She promised Mia, smoothing out her hair. They sat there quietly for a few moments, Maria just patting the young girls head. "Do you want me to sing you a song to help you sleep?" And Mia just nodded her head in approval.
With Sherlock
"Shhhh its ok ankle-biter." He hears Maria whilst walking up the stairs hearing Mia's cries, he fastened his pace until he realised it was quiet. After a few moments the heard a melodic voice while at the door. Gently opening as to not alert the people inside he stood in the doorway looking in on the sitting room, finding Maria and Mia curled up on the couch while she sang to her.
"It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide.
I don't have much money, but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live."
"So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do.
See I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue.
Anyway the thing is what I really mean,
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen"
"And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple, but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind that I put down in words.
How wonderful life is now you're in the world."
"If I was a sculptor, but then again no
Or a girl who makes potions in a traveling show.
I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song, and this one's for you."
"And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple, but now that it's done.
I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind that I put down in words,
How wonderful life is now you're in the world."
When the song finished Mia was fast asleep as Maria continued stroking the girls hair, kissing her forehead, whilst Sherlock added another memory into his mind palace. Watching Maria hold love only a mother can have for a daughter.
"That was beautiful." He said from the doorway. Walking towards Maria, looking into her eyes whilst foreheads were touching. "When this case is over, I would very much like to show you my appreciation and thanks." He said gently kissing her as to not stir the child in her arms.
"Thanks for what?" She asked confused.
"For everything my darling girl." To which a furious blush grew along her high cheek bones. However, Sherlock did not get to see this as he busied himself with the feel and smell of everything around him that had changed since this woman moved into the flat below him.