Ok well this started mainly because I was having a quick look for Sherlock stories and well none seem to grab me. So I wrote this to just see what I could do. Please review.

The phone rang.

"John!" Sherlock called out. There was no answer so he called again. "John!"

"Sherlock!" John answered as he peered out from where he was standing in the kitchen. "What is it?"

"Can you come here and get my phone?"

John came over to where Sherlock sat, at his desk, examining some evidence from their last case. He looked at Sherlock and started searching the desk, rumbling through the items on the desk. "Where is it?"

"In my jacket pocket." Sherlock said without even looking up. John sighed and walked over behind Sherlock, taking out the phone from inside his jacket.

"Hello?" He pressed the phone up against his ear and waited for a reply.

"Sherlock?"

"No Watson. Sherlock is busy at the moment." John glared over at Sherlock who continued his work without even noticing John's glaze. "Who's this?"

"It's Lestrade. We have a case for you. We'll need you here right away." John continued the conversation to get the details of where they were to meet and hung up the phone, placing it on the desk, not bothering to put it back in Sherlock's jacket.

"What is it?"

"We have a case." Sherlock finally looked up when he heard this. He got up from his seat and raced over towards the door, grabbing his scarf and putting it around his neck before opening the door and running out it. He stopped half way down the stairs, paused and ran back up.

"Are you coming?" He asked. He stood impatiently at the door.

John smiled and grabbed his jacket off the chair. "Of course." He raced after Sherlock, who was now already on the street, calling a taxi. He got in the taxi and slide in next to Sherlock.

"What are the details?" Sherlock asked.

"Nothing much. He said the victim was a woman in her twenties. She was..."

"Shot." Sherlock answered for him.

"But how..."

"It says here." Sherlock said as he went through his phone, pointing at the screen. "Police report John. Woman shot, early twenties."

John rolled his eyes. "So why did you ask?"

"I wanted to see if Lestrade had gotten all the details right. You should never fully trust anyone John. They like to leave out... " Sherlock paused and mouthed the words he was reading.

"She's not the first one." He whispered.

"What?" John leaned in to see what Sherlock was looking at but he had already put his phone away.

"Taxi." The taxi pulled over and Sherlock jumped out, John clambering out behind him.

"Sherlock!" John had to run to catch up to him. "Sherlock?"

Sherlock had stopped just in front of the crime scene. The crime tape surrounded the area and Sherlock kneeled down to examine the ground. He took bits of dirt up with his fingers and sprinkled it back to the ground muttering to himself. He got up just as John reached him and lifted up the tape, walking underneath and entering the scene. John sighed and followed after. They came to the side of a sports field and the police and forensics were under the stands. John soon found Sherlock pushing his way through the crowd.

"Move! Give me room!" He shouted as he made his way to the body.

Sherlock bent down near the victim, who was lying face first in the mud under the stands. He studied her clothes. She wore a large grey jacket over the top of her jeans and a short, red shirt. He noticed that there was blood on the jacket and pushed it over with a pencil, which he produced from his pocket.

"Blood, no blood." He whispered as he moved the jacket. He lifted the jacket up and placed it back down. He did this numerous times, muttering to himself the whole time, before moving on from her jacket to her necklace, which hung to one side, slightly tangled, half was covered in blood the other half wasn't. There was dirt under her nails and Sherlock noticed that they were broken on the side on which the dirt was.

"Freshly chipped." He whispered, again to himself.

He got up from his crouched position. John was standing beside him when he did.

"So?" He asked.

"She was shot, that's apparent from the wound on her left side." He pointed to it. "Only a gun could do that. The person was close but the wound is not too opened which suggests that they were more than a few feet away. Her jacket is undone but there is no blood on the clothes on the inside of the jacket nor on the inside of the jacket itself which means that someone opened it later, obviously searching for something."

"Is that all?" Asked Watson.

Sherlock shook his head. "No there's dirt underneath her nails on her left hand. The nails on that side are broken and chipped suggesting there was some kind of struggle where she was in the dirt and clinging onto it but that would only explain the dirt, so she must have been dragged and clinging on tight for her nails to break. There's a small ditch in the dirt out the front, where I was before, she was killed there and dragged here. But she wasn't killed straight away. She dug her nails into the ground herself..."

"Very good Sherlock." Lestrade said as he came up behind him. "We couldn't have done it without you."

"Of course not." Sherlock said. He placed the pencil he had been using back into his pocket. "Where are the others?"

"What others?"

"She's not the first. I'm not that dumb. I noticed the word 'Bears' engraved on her right arm. Now someone lifted up the sleeve of her jacket to do so. But it's not the first time you've seen that is it?"

He was stunned. "Sherlock you are going to have to come with me but not now, tomorrow. There's been one other."

Sherlock nodded. "Shouldn't try to keep things from me. You know I will find them out."

"Well in that case." Lestrade said. "There's something else."

Sherlock looked curious. This was obviously something he had not been expecting.

"What?"

"We've had someone else working on the case before you Sherlock." He motioned behind him. "This is Jade."

A woman about the same age as Sherlock came out from behind. She walked up to them and shook hands with John but Sherlock refused. She was short, with long brown hair. She had dark green eyes and smiled politely even though Sherlock only glared at her.

"Who's this? Why is she doing my job?"

"She's very good. Almost picked up everything you picked up. She..."

"Almost being the important word there. Without me you won't be able to solve this crime. So why don't you send her back."

Sherlock went to walk away but Jade's voice stopped him.

"Did you notice the ring on her right hand?" She asked.

Sherlock turned around. "Yes, with the bear on it. She's..."

"Got a line around her finger though that shows it's not real and she doesn't remove it all that often but she tried to stop it from turning her finger green by painting clear nail polish on it and..."

"That's what caused the white marks on her finger." Sherlock finished. "Still not as good as me." Sherlock turned back around and walked away, John following after.

"You really shouldn't have been that rude Sherlock. She seems to know her stuff." John said as he finally caught up to Sherlock and walked beside him.

"We'll see." Sherlock said with a smile. "If she was that good then they wouldn't need me."

Please review. First time ever trying to write a sort of mystery story, so reviews would be very helpful. Thanks.