Hello! This is my first Sherlock Fanfiction, and I have to say I'm pretty excited. I really appreciate reviews and feedback, so criticize away! The first chapter you may find dull, since Sherlock doesn't come till later. The first few chapters are mainly going to establish Lucy's character, so please bear with me. Also, the other chapters wont be this short. Anywho, I hope you enjoy!

There was an odd silence in apartment 219. Usually the walls echoed with the sounds of merry conversation, composed of all sorts of oddities. This night, however, was different. How it was different, the Avilas didn't know, but the family somehow could not bring themselves to speak with one of them being in such a dreadful mood. The silence had been there before, of course, when the girl felt something was amiss. She just knew that there was something going on in the world that showed the ugly side of human nature, a misfortune of some sort, that she was going to hear about in the morning papers or on the Telly.

Somewhere else in London, unknown to the rest of the world, there was a man in a tall corporate building about to take one of the biggest risks of his life. A Pill.

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The red and blue lights of police cars illuminated around the crime scene, sending off warning for passers by, or, for Lucy Avila, a sign that something interesting was going on. Lucy looked up at the building, noting that one of the top floors had police swarming it. I knew something was wrong last night... She took another lick of her ice cream cone before tossing it, walking in to get a closer look. She got to the edge of the police tape, giving it a small glare, as if hating it with all her being would somehow manage to poof it away. Then, a ever so naughty thought crept into her mind...

She looked to her left...

She looked to her right...

Her fingertips tapped against the tape, running gracefully along before pulling it over her head. Hmm. It appears as though I'm on the other side of the tape. Wonder how that happened. She smirked to herself as she trudged her way to the door of the tower, avoiding eye contact with the officers hanging about outside. She got into the elevator with some other police men, smiling and nodding to them as if she was supposed to be there. When she reached the correct level, she sifted throughout the crowd of officers until she found a clearing. In that clearing, close to the large windows that made up the wall, was a body.

She only got a brief glimpse, however, as her favorite copper, Detective Inspector Lestrade, had noticed her presence.

"Lucy!" She ducked her head and pretended not to hear him. "Lucy, how many times do I 'ave to tell ya, you're not allowed to frolic about the crime scene!" She finally turned to face him. Her large doe eyes avoided his, and he saw her lip begin to do a childish pout which he had now become familiar with. The way she looked at him made him feel as though he had shot a puppy! And he was certain that was exactly what she wanted him to feel.

"I just wanted to look at the body..." She looked down at her shoes and twiddled her fingers like a child being scolded for coming home late.

"Yeah? Well come back with police I.D. and then we'll talk." He led her back to the elevator, watching her sad brown eyes glance back at the body longingly before finding her shoes once more.

"You know Greg, last night I felt something was wrong." Lucy piped up in her usual cheery voice. Lestrade looked at her with eyebrows raised,

"Oh yeah?" Lucy nodded, frowning at the memory of the painful gut feeling she had yesterday.

"I wonder what drives a person to do that kind of thing? To kill ones own self?" Lucy had often wondered about the human brain. She would of studied psychology if circumstances allowed her, but as of now her family needed her.

"I dunno..." Lestrade watched her thoughtful eyes trail blankly around the elevator before looking at him once more.

"I'm sorry, I've just dampened the mood of our lovely elevator ride." She said, but Lestrade just smiled at her. He liked her quirkiness and curious questions.

"Still...such a waste of promise..." They walked out of the building in thoughtful silence. Lucy dragged her feet a bit as they drew closer to the dreaded yellow tape which seemed to now laugh at her failure.

"Did she get across again?" They turned to find Sergeant Sally Donovan making her way towards them, along with Anderson.

"Hello Donovan! Hello Anderson!" Lucy gave a little smile and wave, which received odd looks instead of the pleasant greeting she silently wished for.

"Honestly, what kind of person enjoys crime scenes?" Anderson said, immediately wiping away Lucy's smile. Well you're the one who looks at dead people for a living, Mr. Anderson... She argued in her head, but dared not to say it aloud. Lucy always tried to see the best in people, and wanted the same to be done for her. Unfortunately, it was found to be impossible in this society.

"Well don't worry, she's out now." Greg held up the tape for her, receiving a grateful smile. Lucy gave another wave before twirling around and skipping away.

She did love to skip. And when she walked, it wasn't like a normal persons walk. Her posture seemed like a dancers with her pale, slender arms held behind her back; head high with a sense of curious charm that attracted people's attention. Her long legs took slow, graceful strides and it seemed as though she was never in any hurry. Her eyes would always travel all around her, fixing especially on people. She would often listen to their conversations, though none were especially interesting. In fact it all seemed the same to her. Still, she found herself analyzing fellow pedestrians nonetheless.

"I'm home!" Lucy called as she sprang oped the door and flung her arms outward dramatically, as if she was a friend that had come back from the war.

"There she is!" Her Uncle Elliot got up from his chair to hug her; struggling a bit in his old age. "Did you find out what had put you in such a foul mood yesterday?" Lucy's mother, Angela, stuck her head out from the kitchen,

"Was it a murder?" Lucy shook her head no, taking off her heels and stretching her toes.

"Look at that. A blister." Lucy examined her foot, purposely aggravating her family by changing the subject.

"Was it a homicide?"

"I'll have to get some different-"

"Was it genocide?!"

"Alright, alright, I'll tell you!" Lucy sat down on the sofa, crossing her legs as she waited for them to sit down as well. "It was a suicide."

"A suicide? That's all?" Her uncle seemed a bit disappointed, slumping down in his chair.

"I don't know. I didn't get to see much of the body-"

"You saw the body?!" Angela screeched, causing Lucy to cringe. "Honestly, I don't know how that poor Lestrade handles you!" Her mothers hands shot up in frustration before she got up and left to continue the dishes.

"That's the thing. He doesn't." Her uncle laughed at his wild child. He had been living with her and her mother since Lucy was 4, and ended up being a father figure to her. Her real father abandoned them for reasons that escaped Lucy. Something work related according to her mother, but Lucy wasn't sure if she should believe her. Her mother could've easily made up a story to hide what really happened.

The night went on, and the Avilas chatted and laughed for what seemed like ages until one of the felt as though their eyelids could no longer put in the effort to remain open. This was particularly odd for a household to do in that particular society. Most people just sat and watched telly, but no, not them. They liked to have actual conversations! Eventually they said their good nights, and Lucy, not feeling particularly tired, stayed up and went online.

Hmmm... What should I google today? She let her nimble fingers move on their own, forming the words:

"Purposeless skills to have."

Lucy loved having random, useless pieces of information in her brain. She enjoyed the thought of knowing little things that most people ignored, such as the fact that old leaves, in an odd way, smelled like cinnamon and that rain, to her, tasted sweet. Her face lit up at all the search results, and her eyes roamed the screen with glee. Oh internet...I love you! Eventually her eyes stopped on something that stuck out to her in particular:

The Science of Deduction

Yay! Intro Chapter is over! So, tell me what you think in the reviews. The other chapters won't be so terribly short either, like i said before, I just felt like I should do a short chapter in the beginning just to start the story up. Can't wait for Lucy to meet Sherlock! :D