The Detective (A Sherlock Fan-Fic) (Under Editing)

Chapter Three

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Erin

SHERLOCK'S P.O.V

I headed back into the main room and watched as a police car pulled up outside.  A series of loud footsteps sounded on the stairs then a slightly flustered looking Lestrade walks in and grabs my shoulders . 

"Oh Sherlock thank you so much for being alive,"  he pulled me into a awkward hug then opened his mouth once again. 

"As a starter I've cleared your name but fake you death for this long again and I'll lock you up and make Anderson talk utter rubbish to you everyday for the rest of your life,"  I cringed at the idea of Anderson even talking to me but the utter rubbish part made me feel faint. 

I looked at him and started to deduce him, he's dyed his hair so he's definitely aging faster ,  pay-rise according to the Armani suit and he's got a date tonight according to his phone which is still turned on and lying in in one of his chest pockets.  He wouldn't be here unless there was a murder if he just wanted to see if I was alive he'd text me or call me down to the station but no he's here so there's a nice juicy weird murder.  I looked him in the eye,

"Who's died?" He smiled quickly but it was gone almost as fast as it came. 

"About an hour ago we got a call from a little kid who was watching his parents being murdered,"  I rolled my eyes,

"What's special about that?"

"Well he'd already taken a fatal wound and was dying but his final words were that you investigate the massacre."  How did a small child know about me?

 "Why would a child want me to investigate?"  Lestrade shrugged his shoulders then sighed,

"Sherlock I really do not know, will you take the case?"

"I'll take the case but only if at times I go and sort parts of it out without telling you ,  I'll meet you at the crime scene in half an hour text me the details."  Lestrade nodded then left with a grin plastered on his face.

I felt my mind setting to work getting ready to observe everything the crime scene then it clicked and I saw everything.  I headed outside and hailed a cab then showed him the address .  Four-hundred and twenty-seven Butcher Road.  I smiled as I remembered the brochures that had been sent to me claiming that it was a safe haven for all who lived there, and now there's been a massacre, that will mark its records.  My eyes absent mindedly deduced the cabbie from the part I could see of him.  Late forties, has no pets, lives by himself but has family he's visited this very morning, drinker and he likes to play pool.

  The cab stopped and I got out then paid him before making my way over to the rather worried looking Lestrade who's changed his shoes.  I looked at a rather sick looking Anderson then the plastic bag in Lestrade's hand.  It's a grusome massacre if Anderson's been sick on Lestrades' shoes.  Lestrade led me inside walking quickly knowing I was taking everything in as we went along.  The mother had OCD, the father works in a industrial work place and the child likes trains.  He turned past the stairs and into the living room where three degutted bodies lay.  Their internal organs were scattered around the room causing a great mess.  A artistic killer.  I bent down and examined the bodies holding my nose to block out the pungent smell.  The killer was good with a knife but not a butcher, too light handed to be a butcher.  I got back up then looked towards the cork board which hung at the farside of the room.  I wandered over to it then scanned for anything unusual there was only one thing that stood out :

- A note about the teachers death from yesterday.

Right one of the family members is related to the teacher and a family member may be thinking about the will.  So this all leads back to money the worlds biggest motive for murder. 

I turned to Lestrade,

"I've figured it out, I'll text you the details later tonight and tomorrow I'm going after the murderer which you'll come into near the end."  Lestrades' complaints grew faint as I walked out of the house where I caught a cab back to Baker Street.

LUCY'S P.O.V

I groaned then opened my eyes instantly being blinded by a light. 

"Urgh," I heard a deep chuckle sound from the left of me.  I turned my head and saw Sherlock sitting next to me on the bed reading Great Expectations.  I raised my eyebrows,

"So you're into the classics," He didn't reply.

  "Lucy you'll need to stop smoking to help you recover you can get nicotine patches like I do."

"What if I refuse?"

"Then you die,"  I gulped loudly,

"Ok, I'll try nicotine patches." Once again he chuckled,

"People are so scared of their death: they'll do anything to prevent it, I did," I gave him a small smile.

 "Sherlock? How well did you know my sister?" He looked at me.

"I didn't really know her, she was just someone that intrigued me and I guess at that time I mistook that for affection, but I saved her and yet still I know nothing about her except her name, that she loved me and her measurments," a giggle escaped my lips and Sherlock raised an eyebrow. 

"You,re so childish," I sat up.

 "No I'm not,"

"Yes you are laughing at my knowledge of your Sisters' measurmets."

"True," A wave of weakness crushed me back into my pillow causing me to fall into a deep sleep.