Sherlock was a tall thin man, with black curled hair, grey-blue eyes, pale skin, cupid bow lips, sharp nose and thin face, hadn't had a gotten a single wink of sleep in the night, he was bored, sleeping was dull, everything was dull to him that night. He was wrapped in a thin white blanket wearing no clothe underneath passing around his flat. He decided that he would go to Johns computer and search around the internet snoop around his emails Johns simple mind didn't take long for Sherlock to figure out his new password, he was scrolling through Watsons e-mails and then he found a plead for help from a far off island. Police couldn't solve the case it was a bit of a cold case and of course who do the police come to when they cant solve a case to him. All of a sudden he jumped up out of his seat and laughed out loud and screamed. "WATSON! JOHN! Get up! We have a case!"
He was excited he got a case, an interesting one, a VERY interesting one! He was going to an island that still believes in the medieval times, kings, queens, princess, slaves, this case was not going to be dull. He ran to Watsons room and pulled open Johns door and removed the covers from him as he still holding hi own sheet it was the only thing that covered his bare pale skin. "SHERLOCK! I do hope you have something interesting to tell me!"
"Get dressed we have a case and lets go were leaving NOW!" John sat up and looked over at Sherlock. "Now? Shouldn't you put on some trousers?!" Sherlock looked down at himself as if only realizing his attire now and nodded in agreement.
After around 10minutes they were in the living room dressed and ready with a small suitcase with some close Dr. Watson struggling to keep his eyes opened and Sherlock drinking a cuppa and so was John they began walking out they took a cab.
"Sherlock, may you tell me now where on earth are we going?" Sherlock chuckled and began. "I got bored and began searching through your computer." Watson looked at him in shock. "I just changed my-" Sherlock cut him off mid sentence. "Watson let me talk!" The young looking doctor, with cherry blond hair, brown eyes, white skin, a tad shorter than Sherlock had rolled his eyes.
"Okay and as I was saying before you rudely interrupted me." Watson had opened his mouth as if to speak and then just stopped mid way knowing it was a worthless attempt at speaking to Sherlock. "The queen! She was murdered cold-blooded! She was left dead as she was working in her green house! No one ever found out who it was… No witness, the cameras were tampered with so theres no footage EXACTLY when she was stabbed 14 times to her vertebrae!" He chuckled. "Oh Watson this case! This case is going to be great!"
Watson laughed slightly and looked over at Sherlock. "You are a sociopath!" Sherlock looked at Watson and smiled. "A highly functional sociopath!"
They were at the airport said who they were and the attendant was shocked looked at both of ten as if to prove as if they were real and nodded after a while of searching some papers making some calls and the told them to come with her. They looked at each other and then they followed they were taken out to the air field where a private jet awaited them they both looked surprised and they got on and chuckled.
"Bloody private JET Sherlock!" Sherlock nodded as he had gotten to two glasses of and a whiskey bottle he grabbed some ice put them in the glasses and then pored some of the whiskey into the glasses John grabbed the glass on the left and took a sip. They both sat down in two comfy white chairs across from each other and sipped their drink at at the same time and crossed their legs. After a couple of hours of flight and chatting and Sherlock deducing things and saying things to the stewardess about their past and they stood when the jet laded and they got down, blue clears skies a type of ocean breeze, Sherlock smiled as they got into a carriage they got on and they were taken through a beautiful town with this old looking town, though there were the tourists, there where the different colored people. Sherlock looked amazed.
They were taken to the kingdoms castle and escorted to the king. The king sat in his thrown room with his son Prince Samuel who is next in line for the thrown.
Sherlock saw them and started reading them knowing everything there is to know about them, and then suddenly a young woman with long flowing puffy pink dress, obviously hating the attire because of the look on her face. It doesn't take a Sherlock to notice she doesn't like pink.
She wore her brown/blond hair in a pony tail, her crown in her hair, her skin was pail white, her eyes the blue-grey that Sherlock had, her lips full and pink, she looked at Sherlock with her beautiful eyes that shinned in the sun light, the front of her pink puffy dress was opened in the front the long skirt only reached her hips and she had shirts that matched the colors of the dressed and she had dirty combat boots one of the maids had face palmed when she saw her with the dirty combat boots. This didn't impress Sherlock he was going to start deduction on her, but he got nothing. Just blank, she had the same expression. Sherlock looked at the king and deducted many things on his passed he was abused, he had trauma in the right side of his head form going to war and fighting for the kingdom, he had various lovers from the look of the marks on his neck he was evidently trying to hide.
He looked back at the Princess, who they had introduced as Princess Raquel and he got nothing, not a single thing. He couldn't even think about what she was doing that her shoes were muddy.
"You are Mr. Holmes, and Doctor Watson. Welcome to Dante Island, home of our fathers since the beginning. I am King Daniel Dante, My son Prince Samuel Dante, and My daughter Raquel Dante." The princess spoke up she had a strong willed voice yet still very feminine. "Call me Riki." The king looked at her in a "HUSH" type of way she stopped speaking and her and the prince were dismissed and the King lead them to the crime scene and Riki followed even if she was dismissed countless times by her father she just followed not behind the King like she should but behind Mr. Holmes, she her self was trying to figure him out but she couldn't.
Sherlock smiled slightly liking the interest the girl was taking to him, he was also taking an interest in her. He looked at her with the corner of his eyes and had a smug smile.