#hellodetective

“Hi, um, I live in the flat just below you. I don’t think we’ve met.” Sherlock lied, using a voice that was more friendly and higher than his usual husky one.

“No. Well, er, I’ve just moved in.” she replied again.

“Actually, I’ve just locked my keys in my flat.” Sherlock acted.

“Do you want me to buzz you in?” She asked.

“Yeah. And can we use your balcony?” Sherlock added, but the woman had already buzzed us in. You knew exactly what Sherlock was planning, and you didn’t like it one bit. Heights were not your thing.

The two of you got to the woman’s balcony and you made the mistake of looking down. You gulped nervously and your grip on the railing tightened. Sherlock looked at you and squinted.

“I never pegged you as someone to be afraid of heights.” Sherlock commented.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” You retorted.

“I doubt that.” Sherlock said as he jumped down from the woman’s balcony to the Van Coons. Sherlock waved you down, instructing you to do the same.

“Christ, the things I do for you.” You muttered as you climbed over the railing. You jumped and before you hit the floor you felt two large hands engulf your waist, easing your fall.

“See that wasn’t so bad.” Sherlock teased.

“Shut up.” You said, breaking free of his grip. He smirked as you tried the door, discovering that it was left unlocked. You entered the flat with Sherlock by your side. He immediately began scanning the place, you did the same.

The flat was modern and sleek. Everything was white, black, or grey. There wasn’t much clutter except for a few books on the coffee table.

You both made your way around the flat, it looked pretty normal. Except for the fact that the refrigerator was only full of champagne. You both stood in front of the double doors leading to the bedroom. They seemed to be locked from the inside. Sherlock bust through the door with his shoulder, catching you off guard.

“Jesus.” You muttered a your eyes scanned the room. It looked like the rest of the flat, except for one small detail. The dead body lying across the bed with a bullet in his head. The gun laid carelessly across the bed.

You immediately called the police. A team was there within minutes. To yours and Sherlock’s dissatisfaction Lestrade appeared to be on vacation as well. You both put on gloves and began combing the flat. Even though the crime scene looked cut and dry, you were both sure it wasn’t a suicide.

“Been away three days judging by the laundry. Look at the case, there was something tightly packed inside it.” Sherlock said.

“Thanks I’ll take your word for it.” You retorted.

“Problem?” Sherlock asked, slightly surprised at your response.

“Yeah, I’m not desperate to root around some guy’s dirty underwear.” You answered.

“Those symbols at the bank, the graffiti, why were they put there?” Sherlock said to himself.

“Well, it’s some sort of code.” You added.

“Obviously,” Sherlock retorted as he examined the body, “Why were they painted? Want to communicate, why not use e-mail?”

“Because it wasn’t just a friendly message. It was some kind of warning.” You offered.

“Yes, he was being threatened.” Sherlock said as he pulled something out of Edward Van Coon’s throat. Just as he was bagging the object a fellow detective walked into the bedroom.

“Ah, Sergeant we haven’t met.” Sherlock said, offering up his hand for a shake.

“Yeah, I know who you are and I would prefer it if you didn’t tamper with any of the evidence.” the detective said rudely. Sherlock put his hand down and handed him the bag of what was found shoved down the man’s throat.

“I phoned Lestrade. Is he on his way?” Sherlock asked, not a fan of this detective.

“He’s on vacation. I’m in charge. Not all of us get a week paid vacation even though we’ve been working here for years.” He said rudely, obviously about you.

“Yeah, well not all of you do your job as well as I do.” You retorted casually, making sure that Dimmock knew his comment didn’t affect you in any way.

“And it’s not Sergeant, it’s Detective Inspector Dimmock.” He said to Sherlock. Sherlock’s eyes widened slightly as he turned to you when Dimmock left the room. His eyes were saying ‘how can this idiot be a DI and you’re not”.

“Don’t worry. I plan on taking his job within the next six months.” You winked. Sherlock smirked, proud you could read him that well.

“That a’ girl.” He held his smirk.

Part 11

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