Timeline:

SH: Post-Reichenbach, but does not follow series 3.

MCU: Post-Civil War

Ships: None

A/N Thanks for choosing this story to read :D First posted fanfiction, hooray! Please enjoy!

Patiently waiting for a case had paid off, because it wasn't long before Lestrade was on the threshold of 221B asking for Sherlock's help in a case. The scene of the death wasn't far so it took a short cab ride of a few minutes for the three of them to get there and the consulting detective was instantly all over the scene before they'd even entered the building. After throwing a few quick insults at Anderson and Donovan, Sherlock led the group headed into the building, up the stairs, and onto the crime scene.

As soon as the genius saw the body he got to work, crouching down and examining all possibilities. The DI and the blogger watched on as Sherlock worked intently. The victim had to have been underage, which made the whole situation a bit more solemn. She was lying on her back with her limbs sprawled out, eyes shut peacefully. The teen wore a white Shakespeare's Globe Theatre t-shirt and maroon gym shorts with the words Pygone High School on the left pant-leg. Sherlock's eyes processed her clothing then moved on to the clunky metal bracelet she wore.

"Well?" Lestrade questioned.

"This is definitely worth calling me in for," the genius quickly replied, going over the conditions of her skin.

Lestrade ran a hand over his face. "Which means it's stranger than I initially thought. Great." John couldn't help but crack a smile. Sherlock gave the body one last look before standing up. "So what have you gathered?"

Sherlock turned to John. "How long would you say she's been dead?"

John stepped over to the body and crouched down to get a better look. "Um, about an hour. Not very long, at least."

Sherlock began pacing the room. "Which doesn't make sense."

"What do you mean?" Lestrade asked.

The consulting detective halted and began to explain. "The dust pattern near the door doesn't indicate any entry within the last hour and I've already accounted for us and the witness who found the body, so how did she get in?" he questioned, gesturing around the windowless room. He pointed down to the girl's neck and shoulders. "She also has a sunburn and it isn't exactly a sunny time of year."

"She could have been traveling," suggested John.

"No, she has sunscreen still clearly visible so she's applied within the last few hours. Not to mention her shoes. She's been dead for around an hour and it's been raining heavily for over two and a half but there's no sign of her having been out in it. There's also evidence of leftover makeup and her manicure is recent, so she cares about her appearance. But look at her clothes – she wouldn't walk around in public like that. Looking at the grass stain pattern on her sneakers and ankles I'd say she was running, but she wasn't going on any planned jog. Dirt on her knees and under her nails indicate she was working outdoors – the pollen on her shorts and bee sting on her leg points to the obvious conclusion of gardening."

"Yeah, obvious," Lestrade mumbled sarcastically under his breath. Sherlock either ignored him or simply didn't hear, too far gone in his deductions.

"So this teen is working in her garden out in the sun for an extended time and gets burned. Something startles her enough to get her up and running."

"Bee sting?" suggested John. "It could have shocked her – caused her to panic some."

"Unlikely. If she's an avid gardener she is likely use to stings. It's more possible she saw something or someone that scared her enough to cause her to run. Somehow she ends up here and dies from an electric shock emanating from her bracelet," he finished off with a flourish.

John and Lestrade look down at the large, metal bracelet on the teen's wrist. Lestrade lowered his head and shook it. "Poor kid…"

"I take it no ID," said Sherlock, getting close to the body again.

"Erm, no. We'll be doing fingerprints and DNA after we finish up here."

Sherlock noticed something misshapen about her shirt and reached under, pulling out a phone tucked into the girl's bra. He stood up and waved it at Lestrade. "Here's some identification for you." He took off the case of the iPhone and read off the name engraved on the back. "Juliet Michelson." Sherlock handed the phone off as he began to head out the door. "Oh, and she's also American."

Both Lestrade and John looked surprised by deduction. "American?" Lestrade questioned.

"Yes, of course. The west, likely. I'd bet on either Nevada or California. Pygone High School?"

"There are some high schools in the UK," Lestrade defended.

"None that are sunny enough to burn someone at this time of year," Sherlock retorted. "I trust you'll keep me updated on anything else you find. I'd also like photographs of the body to examine as well as the bracelet once you're done with it." He left the room and called out behind him. "Come along, John!" The blogger quickly followed.

Sherlock was spouting off theories and details as the two exited the building. "One moment she's running from something and next she's in London, dead from electrocution. This is an eight at least!" He clapped his hands together. "Oh, it's Christmas!"

Anderson watched gloomily from behind the police tape as the duo hailed a cab and left. He pulled out his cellphone and hit a speed dial. The other end picked up quickly. "Sir, Holmes is getting involved with a case that involves – er – us. Do you want me to tell him? …O-Of course…yes, I will, sir…Thank you, sir."

The idiotic "forensic scientist" pocketed his phone with a not-so-happy expression on his face.

A/N Well, I hope you like how it's starting off ^_^ Please review – I'd love feedback!