Series: This is cruel and sick murder.
Title: Found Ya.
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The rain pelted down, plastering Sherlock's hair onto his face. Her and John ran through the downpour. "Hurry up John! He's getting away!" Sherlock shouted through the rain. They were aprehending Leonel (le-on-l) Waylon (way-lon), age 22. The scruffy theaves face looked back, then sped ahed, the presious cargo hideing under the black leather jacket. His foot slapped agenst the wood of a dock. "John!" Sherlock yelled again. The jump was timed perfetly, landing on the deck of a speedboat just before it sped away. The man rolled onto the deck and dissapered into the mist, avoiding the mismached pair. Sherlock sttod on the edge of the dock; His chest heaved with ragged breaths, a small cough sputtering every now and then. a hand was placed comfortingly on Holmes' Sholder, John glanced arround the dreary dock. A few crates were scattered about and rope coils were there every so often. It almost looked like a T.V set. The Doctor turned arround and begain to walk. "Sherlock, Come on. You'll catch a cold. What will the scotland yard do then?" Sherlock followed him, his face downcast. "I could of caught 'im John."the consulting detective mumbled. Sherlocks lips were numb from the cold. "I know." John looked back at the dock one last time, and saw a flikker of movement behind a crate. He ran to catch up to his companion.
