Chapter 1: Her
Geez," John said, repulsed by what was in front of him. A man's bloodied body lay on the ground with most of his brains blown out. "Suicide?" John asked looking over at his partner; the brilliant but annoying cynical prick known worldwide as the infamous Sherlock Holmes.
Sherlock payed little to no attention to what John was saying, instead he was looking into the horizon in a world of his own. "Sherlock!" John exclaimed, frustrated by his friend's lack of interest. "Mm?" Sherlock responded glancing over. "You were boring me, so I started thinking of more important things."
John scoffed and stood up from kneeling beside the corpse. "Like what?" he asked, slightly annoyed. Sherlock shrugged and wandered over to the edge of the crime scene and ducked under the blue and white tapes. "Something more important than this," Sherlock said.
Detective Inspector Lestrade jogged over to where they were stood, his face was crimson and he was panting.
"My god you're unfit," scoffed Sherlock as Lestrade's pace slowed down and came to a halt beside Sherlock. "Quiet Sherlock," John hissed.
"What the hell are you doing leaving so early?" Lestrade asked, still catching his breath.
"I'm bored with this case so I'm leaving, I have no obligations to stay here so if you'd kindly move I can get on with more important things," Sherlock replied in his usual cocky tone. Lestrade looked bewildered. "What are these important things, huh?" Lestrade enquired.
"You're only friends are stood right here and you're idea of fun is over there," he said pointing towards the body.
"I don't need to explain myself to any of you, I am a free man so I advise- Taxi!- that you stay out my business," Sherlock said. A grin simutainously appeared on John and Lestrade's faces. "Who rattled your cage?" John chuckled. Sherlock scowled at him as he climbed into the taxi. He muttered and address to the driver. "It was the mistress," Sherlock said as the taxi drove away.
John and Lestrade speculated for quite some time over what Sherlock was up to. "Is he freelancing detective work without me?" John sighed.
"More likely he has a girlfriend," Lestrade said.
"Seriously?" John said unamused.
"Yeah, that's probably not likely," Lestrade admitted.
John sighed, he felt like he was being cheated on even though he and
Sherlock shared no romantic relationship. How could he do detective work without me? John sadly thought whilst sipping the tea Lestrade had given him.
Meanwhile in Central London, Sherlock's taxi skidded to a halt outside a large modern town house. He fixed his curly brown hair in the taxi's mirror, took a deep breath and headed for the front door. He loudly knocked twice on the newly painted door. The smell of paint filling his nostrils and slightly disorientating his senses.
The door opened and a beautiful brown haired woman was stood on the other side of the threshold. Her hair was long and recently curled, he could tell by the strong smell of hairspray. Her makeup was smokey and her plump lips painted deep red. She was wearing a low cut lilac blouse tucked into a black skirt that ended a few inches above her knee. Sherlock noticed the end of her suspenders peeking out from under her skirt.
"Um, hello Katherine," Sherlock chocked out, startled by the beauty of the woman before him. "Hello Sherlock," she replied her Irish accent thick and sexy.
She grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him inside. The door was closed by Katherine's body being pushed against it as her and Sherlock passionately kissed.
