Sherlock Imagines

Just A Teenager (Part 2)

~Sherlock's POV~

John and I rushed into a cab and told the driver the address. I was eager to figure out who this murderer was and jumped out of the cab when we arrived. I looked at the house before me. It wasn't a big place, maybe two bedrooms. There was a dim glow coming from one of the windows. I crept up to it and peeked inside. John was right next to me and was looking as well.
There was barely anything in the room but there was a bedside lamp on a nightstand. The bed was an old twin sized mattress and with no frame. I turned my head and saw a desk and a chair. Sitting in the chair was a girl with (hair length) h/c. She was leaned over the desk so I assumed that she was writing something.
Suddenly, she turned her head to the side and looked at something. She said something that I couldn't hear and stuffed a bunch of different things into a backpack and rushed out the door.

"What's she doing?"  John asked.

"I don't know."  I answered.

I walked back out to the sidewalk and started to walk away from the house. I then heard a thud noise, a couple of moans, and papers spilling onto the ground. I turned around and saw John and the girl on the ground. The contents of her backpack were spread out across the sidewalk. She saw John and quickly stood up shoving the books into her bag.

"I'm so sorry."  John kept apologizing.

John helped her pick up the books as I walked over. I looked at the books and saw that they were school books. I was confused but when I saw her face I deduced that she was about sixteen years old.
She looked scared when she saw us. She put everything in her bag and ran off away from the both of us. John came over to me still watching after the girl.

"That doesn't look like a murderer.  She's just a kid!"  He said after a slight pause.

I was just as confused as John.  Maybe this wasn't the murderer. I shook the thought away and turned.

"No, no, no. She has to be the murderer. We have to wait and get some evidence."  I said and started walking away.

John followed me, "Wha- you mean break into her house?"  He asked.

"Exactly!"  I exclaimed.

***

The next day, John and I went back to the house. It was Thursday morning so we just waited for the girl to leave her house. We heard the door open and close. I checked and sure enough, the girl was walking down the sidewalk away from the house.
I motioned to John that the coast was clear and we could move in. We snuck up to the front door. I crouched down and carefully picked the lock. The door clicked and I pushed it open. John and I walked inside and started searching. There was barely anything inside the house. Nobody else was there either, which was relieving. We made it to the girls room and started going through all her stuff.

"Sherlock, are you sure hat she isn't just an ordinary teenage girl, in school?"  John asked.

"I need evidence before I can confirm that.  We have to hurry because if she is the murderer she'll know how to use weapons."  I explained.

I suddenly heard a clicking sound and turned around. There stood the girl with a gun in her hand.

"You're right.  I have to congratulate you Mr. Holmes."  She said.

"How much did I get right?"  I asked, curiously. 

"All of it. I am a murderer, and I know how to use weapons.  John is partially right.  I am just a teenager, but not a regular teenager."  She said with a smirk and pointed the gun in our direction. "Come with me please."  She said.

She motioned for us to follow her out the door and we began following her. I smiled realizing a mistake she made. I rushed up behind her, reached over her shoulder, and grabbed the gun. Before she could react, I hit her across the back of the head with the gun. She collapsed on the ground unconscious. I turned to John who looked completely shocked, and smiled at him. I picked the girl up and walked out. We were going to take her back to Baker Street to wait for her to wake up and then question her.