Welcome all new readers to my FanFic story of Sherlock Holmes

This story takes place during season one in-between episodes two and three (before meeting Moriarty).

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Chapter One: Heart of the capital

A harsh winter wind sailed between the buildings of Baker Street, one resident, a Mr Sherlock Holmes, found himself staring at a needle filled with a cocaine based solution.

A knock at his apartment door knocked him out of his trance and the needle was quickly hidden.

"Holmes, answer the bloody door!" It was Watson of course, desperately trying to speak to his good friend. Whether his motive was fear or worry only time and maybe Sherlock's razor sharp wit could deduce.

The door flew open as Watson let himself in; he was pleasantly surprised to find it unlocked however it did make him feel foolish for not trying to open it in the first place.

"You look dreadful" Sherlock quipped, not even facing the door but instead observing an open folder leant against the fire place.

"You're not even looking at me, Sherlock; I'm fine it's you I'm worried about"

"Normally I can hear your footsteps ascend the stairs in a spritely manor coupled with a more exciting entry." Sherlock began, "instead you took your sweet time and waited outside. I deduce you're exhausted hence the slow walking and your face would only tell me the same story".

Sherlock arose from his seat and turned to face John. He wore a big grin but his face was just as tired as Watson's.

"So where is it?" John angrily enquired. "I know you have been using, it's been two months since our last case and boredom always leads to usage". John's face went from tired and rosy from the wind to angry and betrayed.

"I'm afraid your concern will have to wait for we have another visitor."

Watson's face twisted to confusion until from behind him appeared Le'Strad.

"John, Sherlock, I'm afraid I need you both, but you may want to sit down."

Sherlock stayed standing as Watson and Le'strad entered the room, Watson joined Sherlock over by the fire place and Le'strad looked out the window as if the wind itself may be listening in.

Watson took a hard look at Sherlock, his smile was back and his eyes burned like a gasoline fire.

"You're excited aren't you Sherlock?" Watson exclaimed, exasperation in his voice.

"That's entirely up to the Inspector. What have you got for us?"

"Four murders have taken place over the past two years. All four of the victims have had their hearts surgically removed and stolen."

"And you brought this to me why?" Sherlock asked, unbelievably anxious to get to the point.

"Because this time one of the murderers was found dead at the crime scene right next to the victim's body."

Sherlock's face beamed, "now, Inspector, you have my attention."

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Victor