"Are you okay?" no" "me neither, lets go kill people."
Thats how it started, those simple yet odd words were what started a life of adventure, a life of crime. Sure it was illegal, but it was fun, even if Jims obsession with Sherlock got annoying sometimes.
-When Jims obsession with Sherlock first started Harry ignored it, it was normal for those with above average intelligence to be attracted to each other, and while Harry wasn't stupid he wasn't on their level. So whenever Jim wanted to go out and play with Sherlock he went along. He never actually met the famous Sherlock Holmes in person, only catching glimpses of him when he was distracted by Jims overly dramatic speeches. But after a while Jim started loosing focus on everything else, proclaiming it "boring" in that same patronizing voice the object of his obsession was so fond of using.
The last time Harry saw Jim, he seemed sort of sad, he was still smiling but it was a sad sort of smile, when Harry asked him what was wrong he just waved him off and left the room to go to his office. At around mid day Harry got up from where he sat and went to Jims office to see if he wanted to go get something to eat, but he wasn't there. That was sort of strange since Jim usually told him where he was going but Harry wasn't really that worried. He pulled out the phone that Jim had taught him to use and called him, when Jim didn't pick up and the phone went straight to voice mail that was when he got worried. He immediately started calling everybody he could think of, asking if any of them knew where Jim was, they didn't.
Later that night, at around 3am , the doorbell rang. Harry ran to it, expecting to see Jim standing there apologizing for forgetting his keys again as he was so prone to do when he got excited but nobody was there. When Harry looked down there was a garbage bag with what seemed to be a body in it. Harry opened the bag with shaking fingers and after looking in it he jumped back in shock, his hand raising to cover his gasp. He walked slowly back to the bag, holding back the tears that threatened to overflow, he took another look to confirm what he already knew, Jims smirking face stared back at him, covered in blood.
-timebreak-
Three years later a smirking man dressed in a black Westwood suit with slicked back, black hair pulled out his cell phone and sent out a text:
Good to know you`re back with us Mr. Holmes,
our dear John missed you so.
HP
-I do not own any of the characters in this story. this story is only an outlet for my imagination.
when i first saw this quote the story popped into my head and i finally got around to writing it, hope you like it.