Chapter 1: Angel Smith

SHERLOCKS POV

"Morning John." I muttered as my colleague, John Watson came trudging down the stairs. John stopped momentarily, then held up his phone. He did a little cough, causing me to glance towards him before turning back to the newspaper he held in his hands. "You sent me a text...Why didn't you just wake me up?" He asked. "Because, John, if I had got up the place where I am sitting on the sofa would have gone cold. Returning to something cold isn't very pleasant." I explained. John put his hand back down and frowned. "Wha-Never mind." He said quickly. "Anyway, why did you want me to come down stairs? Some fun?" He said, noting sarcastic at the word "Fun". "Merely another case. So yes, fun." John shook his head and turned to the fridge. "What this time?" He asked. I grinned at his obvious lack of sleep. I turned on the TV, then switched it to BBC 1 Breakfast news, keeping my eyes on the news paper the whole time.

"The body of 21-year-old museum receptionist Angel Smith was found dead

In her flat after been beaten and stabbed to death, with a gun also involved.

The Police are searching for any signs that will lead them to the killer but

Have so far found none. Help had been requested from several other detectives

Including Sherlock Holmes and Avril Swan."

"Avril Swan? Who the hell is she?" John asked, puzzled. I was surprised he hadn't heard of her. She was also seen as a consulting detective, and has been of use in many cases now. "Avril Swan, John, is another consulting detective. She-"

"Wait, I thought you were the Worlds only consulting detective?" He interrupted, getting even more confused. I rolled my eyes. John just didn't read stuff that is actually happening anymore. He prefers fiction, instead of the news. "Until she became a detective. Which was quite recent, actually. I don't really mind, as long as she doesn't get in the way." I added. He raised his eye brow then let it drop. "And when do we set off?" He asked.

"As soon as you're ready."

-A little time later-

We arrived earlier than we expected. John paid for the taxi. I didn't protest or object. I needed my money for more useful things. D.I Lestrade smiled slightly when we got out of the Taxi. "Sherlock, John." He greeted us quickly then gestured us towards the house. I just walked towards the flat without a word, John smiling at Lestrade and then hurrying after me. "Manners, Sherlock?" I chuckled and shrugged. "Sherlock?" John asked again, a little more firmly. I just continued walking, without a word, until John grabbed my wrist. I sighed. "Manners don't matter to me. Manners are nothing, John. Useless. Something I don't need to store." I explained, tugging on my wrist until it broke free of his grasp. "Useless? How are they useless? Manners are what give you a good reputation! Manners are what give you friends! Girlfriends!" I sighed again. "You just don't grasp the concept, John. Firstly, why should I need friends? You are my friend and my work is my friend I need no more. And secondly, my work is not just my friend, but also my wife so I need no girlfriends." I explained. He opened his mouth to speak again, a female voice stepped in.

"But, Sherlock, maybe friends are unnecessary, manners are still good to consider. For example, manners for the police so they don't think you are the criminal. Which, according to Sergeant Donavon, is gonna happen one day. To you. Though I really don't believe that." The voice was subtle, beautiful and a bit sarcastic. Not about when she said "Though I really don't believe that", I could tell. But when she said manners are good to consider. I didn't think she was as bothered about them as I was. I could tell immediately who she was.

"Avril Swan. It's a pleasure." I said simply, waiting for her to appear from the shadows.

"Sherlock Holmes." She finally stepped out into the blurry light of the fog. She cocked her head.

"What an honour."

Sorry it was so long. If I had stopped at the bit where John and Sherlock left for the crime scene it would have been way to short. And then I got carried away, and ended up with a very long chapter. Anyway, I hope you liked it! And are looking forward to chapter 2! And remember: Press the button below. You know you want to.

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