AN: *pretends to not notice you* ... *notices you* why hello! Please, come on in! Would you like some popcorn while I tell you a tale of happiness and...well more happiness! Of course you do!

Unfortunately, I'm all out of happiness so you just get the popcorn and a riviting tale of sorrow and pain. Happy reading!

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*Song of the Chapter* : Jet Pack Blues- Fall Out Boy (this actually really has nothing to do with the chapter it just kinda sets the mood for whats to come inside this chapter)

Sherlock POV-

John sat down in front of my laptop.

"What was her name again?" He asked, twisting around to look at me pacing and looking out the window.

"Greta Levine." I said, plainly.

"I like that name." John said, smiling and nodding his head.

"Mhm." I hummed. "Yes, and imagine it typed up on the browser!" I faked enthusiasm, subtly hinting to my annoyance of him putting off my resesrch.

"It's kind of an easy-breezy name, you know? I can hardly sense that she's a part in Moriarty's criminal business."

"Yeah me too, now can you please type her name in the search browser?" I snapped. The suspense of who she is was practically killing me inside.

"Alright alright. Patience please." John furrowed his eyebrows and spun back around. "Okay let's see here," his fingers clacked against the keyboard, "Greta...Levine...Got it." a little circle signaled loading the page. Slowly but surely, web links opened up one at a time, revealing more every second. "Sherlock, what do you want to look at first?"

I zipped to the laptop grabbing hold of Watson's chair to steady myself.

"Hm. Try her Facebook page? Maybe not...Facebook is practically useless if she isnt on it 100 percent of her time."

"Okay..." John trailed his words. "There's a bunch of articles on her! We could check those out. We might even finish all of them next month! Holy cow, how popular is this girl?"

"Well, if thats what it takes!" I cried. "How many are there?"

"Three."

"Three? You're freaking out because of three articles? Really? Then let me read them." I pushed John out of the chair he was siting in and he stumbled out.

"Sure, I'll move for you! Thank you for asking!" He spat, sarcastically.

Ignoring him, I clicked on one with a strange heading. It pulled up big black words 'Local couple in shooting accident, both dead' from the Entertainer Newspaper Line.

John read behind me.

"Is she a suspect? Was she put in jail for it?" He asked. I rolled my eyes.

"John, I think I may be best if you shut your mouth and stop jumping on your trampoline of conclusions right now, please." I said, continually reading.

"Rude." John muttered. I ignored him, my eyes skimming the article. Many good things were popping in my mind. Words stuck out to me and time stood still. I had been reading intently, my brain working one thousand miles per second.

'On May 23, 2011, a local church, Fellowship Lutheran, was the victim of a shooting, killing only a couple and injuring five. The shooter was caught and was sentenced to twenty years in prison. He was said to be an old member of the church.

Carl McIntire, 54, was in service that day and many wondered why he was even there. We interviewed some of the members of the church including Clara Osbourne who had a few things to say.

'"I have to admit, I was very suspicious as to why he [McIntire] came back after ten years of not attending. I saw him when I was 12 or 13 storm out in a rage when his mother passed, when our old pastor preached about God's graciousness.'

"What's going on?" A voice suddnely spoke, alarming me.

I jumped in my seat.

"Could you go away? For a moment, even! I can't have you breathing down my neck with ridiculous questions."

"Fine!" He shouted, walking towards the door and putting on his coat. "Fine! Fine! I'll leave you to your 'special Sherlock business'. Call me when you find anything important you're willing to share with me." He slammed the door to the house, leaving me in front of the computer. I looked around the room, awkwardly.

"Overreaction much." I muttered, looking back to the blinding screen. The words came together perfectly once again as my mind began to spin around as it had done before I was interrupted.

I stored all the information I read.

'All of the five victims; Frank Loise, Vernon Pent, Bertha Pent, and Holly John, are all suffering from bullet wounds in various places such as arms, legs and one close to the heart, but all have survived and was helicoptered to a hospital in Salt Lake City. An older couple were not as fortunate. David and Stephanie (Stevie) Levine died from being mercilessly shot for approaching McIntire. Their daughter, Greta Levine (22) closely watched by but was not harmed.

'"All I remember," she had shared, " was a noise, a loud bang followed by dozens of others. And I saw my parents drop, my father first because he was trying to protect my mother from being shot. I ran to them, and I held them in my arms, trying to make sense of everything that was happening around me. I looked at the man who had shot my parents and was ready to take my last breath, but he left me on the ground."'

Greta Levine wasn't the one who caused the accident like John had deducted (terribly might I add).

The couple were her parents. She is an orphan. Well, an adult orphan you could say. It was in her early twenties when they passed away and the article was written about five years ago.

I exited out to find another article.

'Drunk driver accident kills three' that was written by the same company.

Reading the article I found out that she was part of a car accident that killed the driver and passenger of the car.

'On August 19, 2013; 10:30 at night, on Highway 45 a terrible accident blocked the road. It was reported by a citizen who lived on the road and was greeted by three children and a woman in her twenties, who was badly injured.' the article had read, instantly intriguing me and making me read the entire thing. Normally I skip past articles like that for the ones that were about the crime going on in London.

'Greta Levine, 24, was at a party and had too much to drink, and thought it responsible to ask her seemingly sober friends, Joleen Barker, 23 and Lila Thompson, 24; to drive her home. Once she went to the bathroom, Levine found out later on that the two had taken many shots before driving her home, as she was completely unaware of what they had done.

Three blocks away from Levine's home, the car containing Barker and Thompson, in the front seats and Levine in the back, totaled into another one, flipping both cars. Levine was able to escape the car just before it caught on fire, killing Barker and Thompson. Levine was injured but it was not life-threatening at the time, with a gash on her abdomen and forearm.

Levine then ran to the other car after collecting her sorts, and went to go check on everything over at the other side of the road.

'" My mind and body went instantly sober once the impact of the accident registered in my brain." Levine recalled.

Because of all the oil that had spilt, it was sure to be that the other car would be set on fire as well as the one that was currently engulfed in flames.

Alexis Lilledelchi, 43, sat in the front and her three kids, William Lilledelchi, 7; Jamie Lilledelchi, 9; and Willow Lilledelchi, 11. The kids were unharmed except for Willow Lilledelchi who had a scrape on her forehead. With the way the accident had gone through, officials say the kids would have been injured the same way as Levine, but even she was lucky.'

'Levine had helped the kids get out of the vehicles first, at the mothers request, and was successful in the attempt to get them to temporary safety.

'"It was hard for me to see," Levine shared, "All the blood was running into my eyes and mind you, I was drunk. But even through my alcohol consumption, I was fully aware of what I needed to do, in order to keep that wonderful family from the same fate my friends had received."

Once they were clear away from the cars, Levine ran back to the halfway on fire car in an attempt to get Lilledelchi out of the car before it was fully set on fire.

'"The car was just burning, and as I got closer, it began to pretty much boil my blood that was seeping through my cut. Fires caused by gas get hot, and those kids parent could not survive that fire,"

Levine told us later that Lilledelchi had the dashboard with the steering wheel fall onto her legs and was wedged between a bar that had trapped anyway out.

'"It was extremely scary," Willow Lilledelchi had shared, "I could hear screams that were very...loud and unfamiliar. For a while, we thought it was mom's screams. But Jamie, he told me that it was Greta who was shouting at my mother, telling her she wouldn't leave her, and little things of encouragement. She even checked on us, while getting the bar out of the way, making sure we were a safe distance away from the fire. I mean, we even felt it from where we were at, which was far away, so I couldn't imagine the heat Greta felt."

Levine eventually was able to get the bar out of the way, but the dashboard was another thing.

"The steering wheel was bruising her leg," Levine continued on with her side of the story, "but Alexis never cried out in pain. I asked her numerous times if it was hurting her, but she told me she couldn't feel anything. Finally, the fire grew more unbearable then it already was and she had asked me to leave her there and I told her that I wouldn't let her go like my friends already had, but we both knew the kids were not far enough away as the flames grew higher and closer to the gas pedal her foot was stuck on, so I asked her in that moment to forgive me for causing this pain to her and her family and she told me...that it was never my fault. That I did the responsible thing of saving her children and she asked me to forgive her for going like this."

At that moment, Levine burst into tears and for her sake, we are not reporting anything after.

Police officers who were there explained to us that Lilledelchi's foot was stuck on the gas pedal and with the the motor running, once the fire had caught the motor it had created an explosion. We talked to Lilledelchi's children for inside on their story and it was the same as Ms. Levine's.

"We never really got to thank Greta for all she had done for us," Lilledelchi's daughter said. "We were all rushed to the hospital afterwards even though nothing really happened to us."

Levine was transported to the St. Matthew's Clinic in West Valley City, merely seven miles away from Salt Lake. She was diagnosed with severe blood loss and her gash in her abdomen was deeper than what she originally should have had.

Dr. Lisa Marley spoke with us on terms of Levine's physical and mental health.

'"All of this could have been avoidable," she said referring to Levine's wounds, "We had told her millions of times that she could have died from the amount of blood loss she received and that she could have been absolutely fine, should she had just helped the children like Alexis Lilledelchi had requested. And one million times back she said she'd do it again in a heartbeat." Marley chuckled at this part, "but we are afraid Ms. Levine will have to be transported to our Psychiatrist facility after her physical wounds have healed for reasons we are not liable to share."

Wanting to know more, we later interviewed Levine once she felt better and she would not cooperate to answer any more questions about her mental health.

The accident was rated Number Five on the worst accidents to strike Utah and for all that Greta Levine had done, all citizens of Salt Lake City can proudly call her a hero.'

AN: So...Greta is probably not who you expected her to be (unless your name is *cough* Banana_tree *cough cough* )

Anyways I had to cut this chapter short because I was already at like... 1500 words so I figured I wouldn't bore you with an extremely long chapter unless you guys want extremely long chapters! But if you liked it:

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