? Don't trust the bitch in apartment 221C! ?
Sherlock had always been able to read people but when it came to the resident living in the apartment above him, he drew blank.
[ Sherlock (BBC) (pre) season 2 onwards]
[ Sherlock Holmes X Male OC ]
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LYSANDER CROSSED HIS ARMS, LEANING AGAINST THE DOOR FRAME OF THE ROOM AS HE WATCHED SHERLOCK WORK. He had also apologised to John by now, noting how his whole outburst at the door may have been just a little uncalled for. Fortunately John understood and told him it was all alright.
"I'm assuming you haven't called the police." Sherlock's voice broke the silence of the room that had been there for a record timing of ten minutes.
Lysander hummed, his posture faltering slightly, "sorry, what?"
"The police. You didn't call them." It was a statement rather than a question.
"No?" Lysander straighten his posture back up again, uncrossing his arms to run a hand through his hair, "there's already been one murder in my apartment today and I'd rather not have my sister kill me once she found out, alright?" He cocked a brow, despite his previous statement he still headed to the living room to retrieve his phone feeling the males gaze on him as he left. Surely he didn't seem like that much of a melt, right? He could just blame the idiotic nature on 'being in shock'!
The screeching of tires outside the apartment block was a dead giveaway that Zephyr had already found out about the death. The funny thing was that she happened to arrive before the police force, how she even found out so quick was a mystery to Lysander, that's for sure. It was her day off for goodness sakes!
The woman wasted no time in knocking, barging into the apartment and looking as if she had seen a ghost once she spotted Lysander pacing around his living room.
"Oh god, I thought you had died!" She exclaimed, rushing to hug the taller boy, fortunately the height difference of the siblings wasn't too big and the hug wasn't as awkward as it would've been before Zephyrs Highschool growth spurt.
"He told you I died?" Lysander questioned, 'he' meaning Greg. No doubt he would've of told Zephyr if something bad happened at her brothers home, she worried about him far too much.
Lysander had never actually met Greg formally but from what he could tell, Zephyr seemed to look up to him at times.
"Well, no.. he just said there was a murder and I know how you are with roommates so of course I had a right to assume you had been wronged!" She complained, breaking the hug, her face contorting slightly as she noticed a man she recognised very well exit the bathroom, "you got him before the police?" She hushed her voice slightly at her brother, almost scolding him.
Lysander cocked a brow, looking over his shoulder to see who Zephyr was so disgusted by; Sherlock.
"He just deduces everyone until the police do anything about it, which they don't, I'm not even surprised you're not creeped out by him considering some of your past flatmates.." she rambled.
"Sorry, he does what?" Come to think of it, Sherlock hadn't actually deduced Lysander yet or hardly spoke to him really, unless you want to count telling someone to call the police as a full conversation.
"I can hear you."
Before Lysander was able to stutter out an apology police sirens filled the streets, and according to Zephyr, most likely an ambulance of some sort too. Despite the fact that a doctor definitely wouldn't be helpful to an already dead body.
Lysander didn't enjoy the police at all.
It was the questions mostly, they always made him nervous. They're even worse from authority figures.
It had been a little less than an hour since the police had left and the body had been taken, the time of six thirty in the afternoon was drawing near. By now, Lysander would be making his tea but the sick pit that took refuge in his stomach refused to settle and keep anything down.
"So Sherlock didn't deduce you?" Zephyr asked, brushing her blonde hair from her face.
"No... is that.. is that a bad thing?" Lysander inquired, moving his head away from the toilet, hoping now he would be okay. For some reason the sight of a dead body in full, and all of course, had repulse him to the point of vomiting. (The fact that he held it in till everything had left had made it even worse).
The males sister shrugged, "blueberry?" She offered, holding a box of the small fruits that she had found in Lysander fridge only one day from expiring and unopened!
"I'm good, thanks.." he turned his back to the toilet, still sitting on the ground, and pulled his knees to his chest. His sister however had taken a different approach to sitting in the bathroom, for moral support towards Lysander, of course.
She sat in the bath, which actually made Lysander's nausea worse, honestly. Making herself comfy, Zephyr had taken a cushion from the couch to prop her back up against as she scrolled through some kind of social media app on her phone, Lysander couldn't identify what, he never cared much for them.
"How about I take you out?" Zephyr offered, removing herself from the tub, brushing the imaginary crumbs off of her jeans. "There's always a catch, Zephyr." Lysander mused, earning a well deserved brow raise, "I mean, whenever you do something good for me, you expect something in return!"
"It won't be like that this time! I just need help finding Amelia, she ran off with Josh...again."
"The bastard with the DUIs and an ASBO?" Suddenly Lysander's views had changed, "y'know what, I suppose a walk to clear my head doesn't sound too bad now, huh, Zephyr."
"Likewise, brother."
— UNEDITED 944 words — you weren't meant to wait so long i just got so ill and tired, sorry!
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