Hey! Well this is my first story I ever published. un-beta'd so feel free to correct anything. I would be grateful for the help! I don't own BBC Sherlock or the character... I wish. Hope you enjoy! I will try to update as often as I can. Hope you like it!

"I had a wonderful night John" said Mel with a cute little smile. Her bright green eyes closed as she leaned in for a kiss. John did the same, meeting her in the middle. She brought her hands up to the back of his head to keep him there, deepening the kiss.

"I did too" John said with a smile as he pulled away from her at last. Her arms still wrapped around his shoulders keeping their chests close together.

"Why don't you come up so the night doesn't have to end?" She asked with a seductive smile as she dragged her hands closer to his lower back.

"That sounds like a-"John started but was cut off by his phone ringing, informing him he has gotten a text. "Hold on a moment" he said and pulled away. Mel nodded and gave an annoyed roll of her eyes that didn't go unnoticed by John. He took out his phone and saw he had gotten a text from his best friend and flat mate Sherlock.

John, new case. Come home.

-SH

John sighed but knew that he would go home to hell if he didn't go to see Sherlock. He didn't really want to miss what could be a great new case for his blog. "Sorry Mel but Sherlock got a new case. I had a wonderful time though. I'll call you okay?" John said with a worried smile. Mel just sign and gave him the fakest, most sarcastic smile he has ever see.

"Right John. Have a good time with your boyfriend" she spat out with disgust and annoyance. "Don't call me!" With that, Mel slammed the front door to her house and John knew he had lost another one. John sighs in disappointment and sent Sherlock a quick reply.

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On my way

-JW

Sherlock smiled a smile that others would describe as a wicked smile. Lestrade had called him for help on a case that he could do without John's help no problem. Man found his daughter's throat cut open after work. He had claimed that he had tried to save her by covering the bleeding gash from her neck to stop the bleeding then called the police. There were bruise marks on her neck from his attempt at trying to "stop the bleeding" as he had put it. From the pictures he got, Sherlock could clearly tell those were created pre-mortem.

Simple. He attempted to kill her by strangulation then gave up and just cut her throat with a kitchen knife. He was not a killer thus the reason why the cut was made terribly and that he couldn't kill her through strangulation. If they looked hard enough, they would see that he probably had some sort of bruise on his body from her kicking as a way to escape. Possibly even a bite mark or scratch. He was shocked that even Anderson couldn't have figured that one out. The only thing he was missing was a motive.

Even though it was simple, Sherlock just wanted John to be there to tell him how brilliant he was and see that smile and the awe in his eyes. It made Sherlock's heart skip a beat. John had left Sherlock alone, bored and lonely. He would never admit that he missed John whenever he went anywhere but he really did. He didn't like the feeling he got in his stomach and chest, especially when John would go out with the girls he happened to pick up. They were all dull and tedious. Sherlock was far better than any of them.

Sherlock got up from the couch, ran into his bedroom, and got on one of his perfectly tight fitting suits. He picked the purple shirt; being his favourite, and got on some black trousers. From there he ran to the loo and went to tame his wild curls. He had been in his robe and t-shirt for the past 2 days, just lying on the couch bored. Only when John was back from work would he eat and watch a bit of crap telly, enjoying John's company. He looked in the mirror and was satisfied with what he saw. He went back in the living room and sat on John's char, waiting.

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John opened the door to 221B Baker Street. He was disappointed that he has lucked out with Mel but he wasn't too surprised. He always went when Sherlock called. No matter how little the reason or how stupid it was, he was there. Like some dog going to his master. He should be mad, furious even. But he just isn't. He respects Sherlock too much. The mad had been gone for a year. John had been so heartbroken seeing him jump off that building. His best friend falling to his death... John shuttered thinking about it and cleared his mind again.

He had made it up the stairs and came in to Sherlock sitting on his chair. Sherlock's fingers were placed elegantly under his chin with his knees tucked up to his chest. John couldn't help but admire those crystal gray eyes staring at the wall in front of him in concentration. John cleared his throat loudly and Sherlock snapped his head and looked John right in the eye. He smiled slowly and shot up like a speeding bullet.

"Case John. Murder, man comes home to find his daughters throat slit open. He tried to stop the bleeding even though she was clearly already dead. We must go John! Come on!" Sherlock said quickly whilst wrapping his scarf around his neck. He put on his long dark trench coat and started out the door. John went after him going down the stairs at a quick pace. Sherlock amazingly got a cab on the first go and told the man the address as they both got in.

"We going to the man's flat?" John asked happy to see Sherlock hyped up and ready for the case. He had gotten over his luck out with Mel.

"Yes. I find it odd that the man would try to stop the bleeding even though she was dead. Lestrade and his team are waiting for us to get there. He sent pictures. Here have a look" Sherlock said showing his phone to john with the pictures up.

John carefully looked at the pictures. He had become better at deducing from all the time he spent with Sherlock. The girl looked around 16 or 17, long dark brown hair clearly dyed (roots were showing) and bright blue eyes. Oh yea, and a giant gash across her throat. She clearly fought hard against the attacker. She had a bruise on her neck around the cut which must have been from her father covering the cut as a terrible attempt to save her. John zoomed in on the neck a bit and thought that it looked rather odd for a bruise that happed recently enough to be after her death.

"These look a bit odd to you?" John asked pointing to the bruise marks around her neck. "I would have to see it closer and in person but something isn't right here."

"Hmm, does look a bit odd considering his story. It looks more like he dug his fingers in then covering it up. Well spotted John." Sherlock said with a nice Smile. John felt amazing from that compliment. His heart stuttered and he couldn't help but smile and feel proud of himself. The cab stopped and Sherlock surprisingly paid the fine and got out with John following behind.

"Let's go have a look shall we?" Sherlock said and lifted the police tape for John. They made their way up the stairs to the crime scene.