Thank you Ariane DeVere aka Callie Sullivan on livejournal for the transcripts. They help so much.
Here is the next part of A Study in Pink
*Warning there will be a couple cuss words*
I own nothing, except Calliah
The man leads us up a circular staircase. He looks at me. "Who are you?"
"Calliah Mullen sir." I say.
He nods. "Greg Lestrade." John and Greg put on latex gloves along with white cotton coverings over their shoes. Sherlock and I just put on the gloves. "I can give you two minutes." Greg says as they get to the room.
"May need longer." Sherlock says casually.
"Her name's 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 tells the three of them.
He leads us into a room two stories above the ground floor. The room is empty of furniture except for a rocking horse in the far corner. Emergency portable lighting has been set up, presumably by the police. Scaffolding poles hold up part of the ceiling near where a couple of large holes have been knocked through one of the walls. A woman's body is lying face down on the bare floorboards in the middle of the room. She is wearing a bright pink overcoat and high-heeled pink shoes. Her hands are flat on the floor either side of her head. Sherlock walks a few steps into the room and then stops, holding one hand out in front of himself as he focuses on the corpse. Behind him, John looks at the woman's body and his face fills with pain and sadness. I look at the body in disgust. I hated the color pink and dead bodies. The four of them stand there silently for several long seconds, then Sherlock looks across to Lestrade. "Shut up." Sherlock says.
Lestrade looks startled. "I didn't say anything."
"You were thinking. It's annoying." Sherlock says. Lestrade and John exchange a surprised look as Sherlock steps slowly forward until he reaches the side of the corpse. I look at him and observe him. I look at the body to try and see what Sherlock is seeing, yet seeing nothing out of the ordinary. I get up and walk to the two other men. "So you let him do this a lot?" I ask Lestrade.
He nods. "He help a lot and doesn't require pay. It save time and money. How did you get tangled up with him?" He asks me.
"I met him yesterday at the morgue. I was getting him his coffee and long story short, John and I are going to be living with him." I say and smile.
He laughs and looks at Sherlock. "Got anything?"
"Not much." Sherlock says nonchalantly. "Calliah, he has a wife by the way." He throws my way. He takes off the gloves and gets out his mobile phone. "Don't want to get your hope up." He begins typing on his phone.
"I'm not looking to date Sherlock." I roll my eyes and look down.
"She's German." I hear. I look over and see Anderson casually leaning against the doorway. "'Rache': it's German for 'revenge'. She could be trying to tell us something…" I see Sherlock walks to the door way.
"Yes, thank you for your input." Sherlock says sarcastically. He slam the door shut and walks back into the room.
"So she's German?" Lestrade asks.
"Of course she's not." Sherlock says, still not looking up from his phone. "She's from out of town, though. Intended to stay in London for one night…" He smiles at his phone and looks up. "before returning home to Cardiff." He puts his phone back into his pocket. "So far, so obvious."
"Sorry – obvious?" John asks.
"What about the message, though?" Lestrade asks.
Sherlock ignores him and looks at John and me. "Doctor Watson and Miss Mullen, what do you two think?"
"Of the message?" I ask.
"Of the body. You two are in the medical field." Sherlock says.
"Wait, no, we have a whole team right outside." Lestrade tell him.
"They won't work with me." Sherlock says.
"I'm breaking every rule letting you in here." Lestrade says. I frown. I don't want to get anyone in trouble.
"Yes… because you need me." Sherlock says.
Lestrade stares at him for a moment, then lowers his eyes helplessly. "Yes, I do. God help me." I place my hand on his arm for a second and then look at Sherlock. He was looking at me.
"Doctor Watson." Sherlock says to John, still looking at me.
"Hm?" John asks.
"Oh, do as he says. Help yourself." Lestrade says and I hear the door close. Sherlock finally stops watching me and walks to the body with John. I leave the room and smile at Lestrade. "Creped out?"
"No, I just don't know what I am doing here. I'm going to go down. Tell the boys when they are done." I say and start down the stairs. I pass by Anderson and he looks at me.
"You were with the freak weren't you?" He asks me.
"He isn't a freak." I say softly.
"What are you in love with him or something?" He asks disgusted.
"No. I just know how it is to be called name and I don't stand for people calling people I like names. Ask Donovan about it." I say and go down the rest of the steps. People like Anderson and Donovan made me so mad. I knew how it feels to get called names. I get outside and go and sit on the curb. I close my eyes and think about my sister.
I was running to the house. I was only five years old. My sister was seven and my best friend. I run into the house and see father sitting at the table with mother. I run over and raise my hands. "Mummy, pick me up please." She does and smiles at me.
"Who is mummy's special girl?" She asks me and I point to me.
"I am." I yell and laugh.
"Bridget, put her down. We have things to talk about. She doesn't need to be in here." My father says. I pout and my mother puts me down. "Leave the room Calliah." He commands me. I nod and walk out of the room. I see Irene a little down the hall, listening into the dining hall where my parents were talking.
I run to her. "Irene. Irene." I yell.
She puts her finger to her lip. "Shh Calliah. I'm trying to find out if daddy and mummy are planning our winter trip or not."
I nod and listen in.
"She needs to leave Bridget." I hear my father tell my mother. I wonder who he is talking about. Probably a servant. We fire them all the time.
"She is only five Richard. She needs me for now." I hear my mother say.
"She is a bastard!" I hear and then hear a slap. I gasp.
"She is not!" I hear my mother say.
"She is not my daughter and I want her out! Now! If she isn't out of the house by the end of the week, I will send her somewhere." I hear my father say and then storm out of the room. I hear my mother start crying. I look up at Irene and frown.
She looks down at me. "You are the reason why mummy and daddy are fighting." He glares at me. "I hate you." She says and runs up the stairs.
I feel a hand on my shoulder and look up. I see John looking at me. "Are you okay?"
I nod and get up. "Where is Sherlock?"
"He… He, um, left." He says and scratches behind his head.
"Oh." I say. "Are we leaving?" John nods and starts walking. "Do you need to sit a little before we leave? You are limping a lot more than when we came on the scene."
He smiles at me. "No. As soon as we get home, I can put it up." He offers me his arm. I look at it confused. "I'm offering you my arm, it is a gentlemen thing to do." I nod and put my hand on his. We start walking and he tells me what happened with Donovan. He tries to get a taxi but it passes him by. I hear a phone ring and look at the Chicken Cottage, a fast food restaurant we are standing by. Their payphone is ringing. I look at it questionably. A staff member comes and goes to answer it when it stops ringing. We walk down the road and shortly another payphone starts to ring.
"John, I am going to answer that phone." I tell John and go over and answered the phone. "Hello?"
"There is a security camera on the building on your left. Do you see it?" A man's voice tells me threw the phone.
I frown. "Who's this? Who's speaking?"
"Do you see the camera, Miss Mullen or should I say Adler." The voice says. I freeze up. No one but my sister and our lawyers knew that I was an Adler.
I look to my left and see a CCTV camera high on the wall of a nearby building. "Y-Yeah, I see it."
"Watch." The voice says. The camera, which was pointing directly at the phone box, now swivels away. "There is another camera on the building opposite you. Do you see it?" I look across to the second camera, which is also pointed towards the phone box. I nod at the camera to tell the man that I see it. John looks at me questionably. I see the camera swivel away. "And finally, at the top of the building on your right."
I look up and see a third camera looking away. "How are you doing this?"
"Get into the car, Miss Adler. And bring Doctor Watson." A black car pulls by the box and John. A male driver gets out and opens the rear door. "I would make some sort of threat, but I'm sure your situation is quite clear to you."
The phone goes dead. I hang it up and frown. I think of all the people to know that I am an Adler and who can control the CCTV. I figure it out and smile. I leave the box and smile at John. "Come on John. The game is on." I wink and get into the car.
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