(When you see something like this, that's the characters thoughts)

She got out of the cab as the man fled down the stairs to hug the young woman. He then proceeded to get her bags even though she was protesting, saying she could handle it. She thanked the cab driver and gave him his money plus a little more. He smiled broadly and thanked her repeatedly. The young woman shooed him off and started up the steps to the police station. Greg, the man who took her bags, ran past and grabbed her sleeve.

"Coming?"

"I can't even relax for five minutes, can I?"

"It's a big case. Got a murder in it..."

A smile fell upon her face as she raced Greg to the cop car.

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"Oh come on! Are you seriously inviting every psychopath you know Greg?"

"Good to see you too Donovan. Anderson treating you right?"

Max smirked and walked under the caution tape. She looked at the body and the room that held her.

This had to be a newbie. Too many mistakes for someone skilled.

Max crouched down near the girl and began to examine her.

"Got an theories yet?"

"One or two. The killer is a newbie." Max tore her eyes off the girl and stood up to face Greg. "They've made mistakes. They didn't cover their tracks tight. This was their first one."

Greg looked around, puzzled.

"What do you mean too many mistakes?"

"Well if you look over here-"

"GREG YOUR FREAK IS HERE!"

A tall man walked in and clapped his hands together. He had an arrogant sort of aura around him. His head was gifted with wild curly hair, he had piercing blue eyes with a tad bit of green, he had cupid bow lips. He wore fancy clothes, a button up purple shirt with black dress pants and shoes, along with a long coat the collar popped, and a blue scarf that he was now taking off. A smaller man came close behind him. He had short blonde hair, that was graying slightly, and when Max glanced at him once she automatically saw the army posture. Upon a second look Max found him to be so very familiar. Seeing the looks from the crew around them, she could see the taller man was not liked here. The smaller man tried to hide the glare he was giving each of them, daring them to say something it seems.

Join the club. One word from any of them and I'll explode.

Max smirked at the thought of the both of them taking on the whole team. She then looked to Greg and nodded, excusing herself from the crowd. She didn't wait for Greg's reply, she got halfway down the hall when Donovan grabbed the back of her shirt and tugged. Max whipped around and swatted her hand away. She glared at the woman, who shifted uncomfortable with her gaze.

"T-They want you back."

She mumbles, which caused Max to pushed past Donovan, who made a face as if she smelled something disgusting. Max rolled her eyes and walked back to Greg. As she came through the door the shorter friend, who was the same height as Max, was coming out. They collided and fell to the floor.

"I am so sorry! Are you alright?"

That voice. I know that voice. Max shot up and looked at the man, who she probably shared the same red mark on her forehead.

"John?" Max asked curiously

"Bloody hell, Max? Is that you?"

A smiled flashed on his face before it disappeared entirely as he hugged her. She hugged him back and allowed herself to be helped up. John's friend and Greg came through the doorway.

"John are you alright?"

"Ya, I'm fine."

He glanced at his friends then back to Max.

"What are you doing here? Didn't you move to the States?"

"Well I felt it was time to come back. The United States is truly one of a kind, but I missed the UK. So I phoned Greg up, told him I was planning on coming back. Then we had a row about who was paying for what." She gave Greg a meaningless glare "And he planned the whole thing from there. What are you doing at a crime scene? Weren't you at war?"

"I got shot."

He stated point blank. Max, who was unfazed, nudged him with a smile.

"Of course you did. Let me guess, your shoulder?"

He laughed and nodded.

"Great guess."

His friend sighed catching John's attention.

"Oh! Max this is my friend Sherlock Holmes. We solve crimes together. Sherlock, this is and old friend of mine, Max."

The two stood there looking at each other, taking in as much information as possible. They extended their hands at the same time and shook.

"It's a pleasure to meet an old friend of John's."

Max could hear the struggle in his voice with being polite. She knew he was doing it for John and Max tried not to be painful with a lot of talking.

"It's good to know John is actually making friends."

Max smiled innocently when John snorted and shook his finger no. John looked up to Sherlock.

"Got anything yet?"

They let go of the others hand, but Sherlock kept his eyes on her. She saw a hint of confusion and curiosity.

"Tell me, what do you see in this?"

Max looked at him rather shocked that he had asked. A man behind Max moaned in complaint.

"Can we get on with this please Sherlock? Some of us want to get this over with and go home. And it's not very nice to pick on her like that! She can't do something like this! She doesn't have the brain capacity for it." Anderson flinched when he found Max toe to toe with him in a blink. He saw the angry in her eyes and he took a step back.

"Female, age 34, height 5'6, shes a visitor, a tourist if you will, just arrived at the looks of it. See the creases in her outfit? She was on a four, no five, hour plane ride, suggesting she's from California. She was nervous, scared even, she was being followed. Bitten every one of her fingernails to the quick. You still see the slight terror in her eyes, and she wasn't killed here. No, she was dragged here through the back door because of the dried blood drops all of you are being too careless to notice leading from there, out the side street and into the alley. Where you will find her purse and ID inside underneath the trash bins. How do I know this? He is a newbie, yes he. We are looking for a 6'2 male with salt and pepper hair. The woman has no idea of his name, because she didn't see his face when he attacked. Why is that? Because the stab wound, the one that killed her is bigger in her back then on her stomach, showing it entered through there and pocked out here. Se how it's angled? The man has to be taller proving that fact to be true. He is new because of the evidence he has left behind. Too many fingerprints, leaving the boor unbolted and wide open and from the way the trash bins and such are knocked about outback shows he was scared and confused on rather to run or go back for the evidence. Shall I keep going Mr. Holmes or do you have it from here?"

She turned away from the shocked, open mouth, Anderson to see a rather amused Sherlock.

"I think you covered it. Donovan, after this Anderson will need to see the ambulance with some oxygen tanks. Nothing else to add?"

"I think my point has been made Mr. Holmes. No point pushing it."

Sherlock looked at her and snorted, but the smile that had crept along his face, stood it's ground. John shook his head rubbed his eyes a bit.

"Is she right Sherlock? About all of it?"

Sherlock's smile vanished and he turned to look at John. He nodded stiffly.

"Yes. Preciously."

He glanced over his shoulder to look at Max. "It's Sherlock."

She shot him a smile and nodded. Max quickly looked down and placed her hands inside her pocket as Donovan shoved past her and walked Anderson down to the ambulance.

"You're both Psychopaths!" She yelled from down the hall

Max couldn't help but snort and shake her head. Sherlock then went to Greg and continued where Max left out very tiny details. John smiled triumphantly when he convinced Max to come over and meet Mary. Sherlock looked over his shoulder to see her smiling and laughing as John went on and on about what she had missed. After a few minutes, they were out waiting for a cab to arrive when Anderson called out to her. As she approached he studied her.

"How do you know the man has salt and pepper hair?"

Max smirked at him.

"If you open your eyes a bit you would have known."

"Ahh don't give me that. How do you know? What did you pay the guy to do it? Already bored are we?"

She walked up to where she was inches from his face once more.

"If I were you I'd hold your tongue. If it were me, I wouldn't hire some idiot off the street. I would have gotten someone skilled, someone good. Someone who'd take their victim apart, limb by limb, and make it look like a bloody accident. Now if you don't want to witness this first hand, I suggest you keep your lips sealed. Understood? Great."

Max smiled politely back at him and turned away from him and walked over to where the two men were holding the cab for her.

"She took a picture Anderson!"

Max slid into the car right behind Sherlock, with John bringing up the rear.

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Okay... so this is longer then I expected. Anyway this is just kind of my trial chapter. I want to see how it goes and see if I should continue.

I hope you guys enjoyed it and I guess if I get enough good feedback I'll continue. Thanks for your time and have a good day. And my shift key isn't always working, I've gone through this twice and if you see something let me know.

-Maximum