Sherlock stared back at her, "Okay, have fun." he said, closing the door behind you. He walked over to a grey haired man and engaged him in conversation.

Sherlock stared back at her, "Okay, have fun." he said, closing the door behind you. He walked over to a grey haired man and engaged him in conversation.

She looked at John, "Does he lack the understanding of sarcasm or is really that absent minded?"

"He's playing along... I think." John said. "C'mon, wanna see a crime scene up close?" he asked.

"As if I hadn't just seen a murdered man in my flat and think that is a normal scene." she headed towards Sherlock.

"Who are you?" the man who must be DI Lestrade asked, looking at you. "I thought I told Anderson not to let anyone through."
"Anderson has the prose of white noise." Sherlock said. "You shouldn't put him up to such simple tasks."
"Anderson speaks highly of you too." Lestrade replied. "Apparently, you're the only one he'd do a post-mortem on in his own time."
"If his knife is as sharp as his intellect, he can name the date." Sherlock responded. "Cause of death?" he asked, kneeling over a bloody mass of what looked like part of a human being.
"Uh-Explosives." Lestrade said.
"Wrong, have you even smelled this body? It has a citrus-like scent. Poison. This person was dead before they were blown up." Sherlock said. He glanced up at you. "Have any ideas on what poison it is? I like taking turns."

She smelt carefully, "Citrus. Acidic. Holly wouldn't be strong enough.. trichloroethane?" (Thank you google!)

Lestrade gaped at you, awestruck.
Sherlock was lost for words. He eventually regained his voice, muttering, "That's actually correct."
Donovan yelped. "ANDERSON! THERE'S THREE OF THEM NOW! THREE FREAK PEOPLE! FIRST IT'S SHERLOCK, THEN THAT AINLEY GIRL, NOW HER!!!!"
Lestrade rolled his eyes. "Don't mind them." he told you.

(Trichloroethane, one of my favourite chemical compounds.)

She got up and simply grabbed the saucepan, walked over to Donovan, "Mind saying that to my face a little louder? Do not be awestuck by the fact I have a brain and you don't, but I'm afraid you'll have to get used to it. there will always be people better than you. Sadly, you seem to be at the bottom of the chain."

Name: Destiny Lupin
Gender: Female
Age: 13
Appearance:

(If you can't see, she has silver hair, blue/green iridescent eyes, a small build, is wearing a white shirt and is holding a grey cat)
Skills: Amature magician/thief, Great at using knives/short blades. Good at chemistry. Tad bit knowledgeable about computer science(can program minor things). She's not good at anything else... pretty much. Can keep a perfect poker face
Personality: Carefree, a bit stubborn, pretty random, psychologically unpredictable at times. Hates(But not fears) spiders

Note: The Sherlock I know is only from Sir Arthur's original books, I don't know him from movies/anything else

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