Sherlock and John were sitting in their small flat. The last case had been over a week ago, and judging by the bullet holes on the wall, Sherlock was bored. He was so bored, he had even made tea for John and himself. Sure it was burnt and cold ( how he managed that John had NO idea ) but its the thought that counts.
Suddenly Mrs Hudsons voice came from downstairs. "Boys, you've got a client!"
"Oh finally!" shouted Sherlock , jumping up from his chair in excitement.
A moment later a woman appeared in the open doorway of the flat. Sherlock looked her over. She didnt look very interesting. Brown bobbed hair that was in fashion- about 3 years ago. Normal facial features, but a very large nose. She wore normal, sensible clothes- a brown skirt, flowery blouse and a pair of fringed flats. Pen on her hands and supermarket own brand deodrant. For men. Obviously a teacher.
"So what did you come to us about then?" asked John.
"Please tell it in an interesting way." Sherlocked muttered under his breath. Then he looked at the woman again. She looked scared. Her hands were shaking, and she was sweating considerably.
"I think I'm being stalked." She finally said, looking down at the floor.
"Oh?" said Sherlock, looking a bit more interested now. Stalkers were always interesting.
"So, can you tell us your name, your job, and why you think that you are being stalked." said John.
"My name is Melanie Jones and I'm a-"
" Teacher" whispered Sherlock to John" without Melanie hearing.
"I'm a teacher." she finished. "Sorry, why are you laughing, Mr Holmes?"
"Please, go on." snickered Sherlock.
She rolled her eyes and sighed. "I first noticed that I was being stalked about a week ago. I was walking back to my flat from work- I work at a junior school in East London- when I saw this man walking down the street opposite me. And whenever I turned down a road, he did too. Finally, I got back to my house, and I saw him watching me again. When he saw me looking, he left. And this happened on Wednesday as well. And then yesterday evening, I looked out of my window and saw him watching me from across the road. It was really creepy. And I saw him on the tube on my way to work this morning, and thats when I decided to call in to work sick and come here. Ive heard so much about you, Mr Holmes. And your friend. James, was it?" she asked.
"John" he replied shortly.
"Well then, Miss Jones, we can say that we will definitely be looking into your case. We should have some news for you by the end of the week." Sherlock concluded.
The woman seemed to have tears in her eyes. "Thankyou so much." Then she let out a sob and stumbled out of the flat.
Sherlock saw John staring at him out of the corner of his eye."What?" he snapped.
"Nothing, nothing. Its just- why did you take on that womans case? She wasnt even pretty."
Sherlock rolled his eyes and glared at John. "The case sounded interesting. And anyway, I'm nof so shallow as to base what cases I take on judging by how pretty the victims are."
The next day Sherlock got a phone call from Lestrade.
"Hello?"
"Sherlock, theres been a murder."
"Name?"
"Melanie Jones."
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