Request: Sherlock and OC are in a conference meeting and Sherlock keeps whispering rude/funny things under his breath, OC comes in late and sits in the back next to Sherlock. She surprises him.
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"And that's why we believe the wife killed him." Lestrade announced to the room.
"Absolute rubbish, she was far too worried about her own fortune than his little amount of money, she didn't want to kill him for the money." Sherlock mumbled quietly. Lestrade looked at him briefly in annoyance as his eyes swept around the room and saw the detective quietly mumbling to himself.
"We also believe that..." Lestrade tried to continue but the doors swung open and a young woman walked in.
She was an picture book to Sherlock. So easy too read and to understand.
She was around late 20's with dyed blonde/brunette hair, though it looked very natural, but it was quite unruly and wild, curls springing around her face. She looked a bit mad, maybe she just didn't care what she saw with her green eyes. Pale skin, obviously no fake tan, but not much makeup either, only a little mascara and some blush. She respected herself enough to look good but not enough to look 100%.
She wore black trousers with a blue blazer and a white shirt with black stripes. Classy and elegant but the jacket was well worn and her shoes were scuffed at the toes, running around a lot? Or just messy and a bit careless. No just late a lot. Like now for instance. maybe that was why her curly hair was so untamed.
The young woman sat down in the only empty chair in the room left, next to Sherlock. He grunted lowly in response. He was used to sitting by himself or just next to John at meetings like this. But John was off with a lady that he met whilst he was out walking.
"Thank you for finally joining us again Detective Jacobs." Lestrade sarcastically said. Everyone in the room chuckled and the woman, Jacobs, smiled down at her lap in embarrassment, her cheeks tinged pink. She was apparently always late, Sherlock deduced.
"Anyway, we believe that she may have had an accomplice. We do not know who, only that there have been several messages and calls exchanged between the two in the past two months. Does anyone have any idea about who it may be from current evidence and theories?" Lestrade asked the room with an expectant face.
The majority sat silently, flicking through their note books and the case files, but only two knew.
"It's simple! She wasn't the killer. Ugh. Why are they all so stupid!" Sherlock continued to mumble in the back. The detective next to him smiled in amusement. She also knew that the wife was definitely not the killer.
"The wife isn't the killer, with all due respect sir." She spoke up. Everyone in the room turned to her with shocked and questioning faces.
"Well, I'm sorry Alice, but it's been confirmed by forensics that the wife DNA was found on the body." Donovan sassed back as she stood beside Lestrade. The room had turned back to the front as the issue had been cleared up.
"It may have been her DNA, but it wasn't her." Alice spoke up again.
"Oh and why is that, then? Hmm? It's been proved by forensics, the police and this whole room." Donovan fired back.
Sherlock's hand raised into the air, Lestrade looked at the pair at the back and rolled his eyes and dragged his hands down his face. "Well, what's wrong now?"
"She's right." Sherlock responded.
"And what do you have to prove it?
"The number that the wife was calling was to a disposable phone, bought near Manchester, where the husbands family lives. The calls started when the family had a big birthday party for the father." Alice rattled off. "And when questioned, the wife began to get defensive when questioned about the relationship of their marriage. Money was a rather prevalent question but you stopped asking about the family and she calmed down a bit." Everyone was staring at her again. Some still surprised and shocked for not realising sooner, some confused because they didn't understand what was being said. "The wife never wanted his money, she wanted his brother, Fredric. And thats why Fredric was the one that killed the husband. He was jealous of his brother, especially since he and the wife banged at the birthday party, and he wanted her ever since."
The whole room was quiet, Lestrade and Donovan stood at the front with open mouths. Alice leant back into her chair and crossed her arms. Well, everything was quiet until the space next to Alice began clapping. Sherlock Holmes started applauding her and her deduction. It was spot on, according to his knowledge.
Donovan looked devastated and unsettled. Lestrade nodded at Donovan to call the labs to check the files again.
A few minutes later, the room was busy with chatter and questions as Alice's theory had started to sink in. Sherlock tapped Alice's shoulder lightly to gain her attention.
"How did you do that?" He asked straight away, catching Alice by surprise.
"Uhh, do what?" Alice questioned. "Oh, the deduction thing?" Sherlock nodded once. "It was obvious to me really, especially from the interview tapes. It was clearer than crystal when I got to the phone records." Alice explained. "She was far too nervous about revealing her affair than the money. It was just obvious I guess."
Sherlock nodded. She was similar to him in many ways. Not caring much about what people thought, being bold enough to give her opinions, and the deducing go the case. Her thinking was flawless and clear. She registered information and zoomed in on every reaction and every piece on information. And then she zoomed out and brought all of her findings to conclude and produce her answer. Very much like Sherlock indeed.
"Could I borrow Sherlock?" Lestrade stood above them, looking between the pair. Alice nodded and gestured with her hand to Sherlock.
Sherlock and Greg walked outside the meeting room and they stopped out of earshot of everyone else around them.
"Where on earth is Alice from?"
"Why? Are you jealous that she got it and you didn't?" greg replied. Sherlock looked down at his shoes and smirked sarcastically whilst shaking his head.
"It's not that you wanted to solve the case, was it?" Sherlock looked up at Lestrade and shook his head again. "You want her."
"Don't say it so loud!" Sherlock hissed.
"In all my days, I never thought that Sherlock bloody Holmes would fall for a girl, let alone so quickly! I've been blessed by the heavens!" Lestrade threw his arms in the air and laughed.
"Shut up, you imbecile! Alice will hear!" Sherlock pleaded.
"Hear what?"
Both men whipped around to see Alice smirking at Sherlock. Sherlock's cheeks turned half a shade pinker. Barely noticeable but there for Alice to see what proved her ears right. Sherlock Holmes was definitely smitten with the woman infant of him.
Lestrade felt the tension between the two detectives and slowly crept back into the meeting room, leaving with a sly grin on his face. He had done his job, and he'd done it well. He was so glad that he left the door open for Alice to hear.
"So."
"So"
"Want to go out for a drink this evening Mr Holmes?"
"How could I refuse."
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