Chapter 1 The Encounter.
The door bell chimed with its normal ring. Sherlock just barely glanced from his book he had been reading and saw a woman in a black cloak blocking her face.
"Its a case. Boring by the looks of it. Dead aunt murdered by her husband. She is denying it even though it is clearly in her face. She read your blog then came here to try to justify her husband." John Watson just stared at Sherlock and then ran down to tell the woman something.
"Sorry Sherlock is not taking your case have a nice day. Watson slammed the door and walked back upstairs "What gave it away this time was she wearing a special hat."
"Her hair is blond and she is wearing a black cloak blocking her face. Black is not a color to wear for blonds. She isn't goth because her purse just barely visible behind her veil is pink. She made quite an attempt to conceal her face meaning she was hiding something. While waiting for me to answer the door she pulled a picture out of her purse of a man with two children with her."
"Alright Sherlock i get the picture but how in anyway is it boring."
"Its like this book. Clearly the murderer is starring the protagonist in the face and the reader doesn't know that. Unless you happen to be me. Then i know the ending and the book loses interest. Why solve a case that is already solved John."Sherlock then slapped a nicotine patch on his arm.
"Sherlock!"
"What."
"Nicotine."
"Sorry helps me think i thought you would know that by now." He went from sitting to lying down. His fingers tapped he noticed everything in the room. When he finally got to John he looked at his coat and noticed he was leaving. "Where are you going?"
"Away."
"From the look of your tie it was bought out of town. A very fancy shop that is normally used to impress woman. I see sticking out of your wallet money that is used in China meaning you already converted your money preparing for a trip. Possibly meeting a girl you fancy or a boss with your job on stake. Am i correct?"
"Yes Sherlock." Watson said clearly annoyed.
"What if a case arises?" Watson walked out of the room
"Clearly you can solve it yourself." The door closed and Sherlock added another nicotine patch to his arm and put his head in his hands. He slowly began to stand and play his violin. That's two gone he thought everyone had left the country. He played a wrong string and it popped out from its socket. Sherlock placed the violin back in its case and was about to seal it off when he heard a wheezing noise. He abandoned the violin and glared out the window. There was something odd about this place now. Sherlock scanned the entire surroundings of the block by looking and then he saw it. Across the street there was a dark blue police box. Sherlock put his black coat on and rushed down the stairs. Before he reached the bottom of the stairs he heard a knock. He ran faster and opened the door quickly.
"Hello. This is Detective Inspector John Smith. Hate to intrude but i need to ask you a few questions." The doctor said. Sherlock noticed the ID he was holding up was blank.