AN: I intend for this story to be longer than a few chapters. I want the story to go on for a while, actually. I normally end up watching Sherlock episodes over and over to really understand how both characters act, but given how this story may go, I am going to apologize in advanced if their personality changes just a bit to fit the story.
Reviews and such are great :)
When John returned to the flat, he heard the silent sound of the violin. He smiled, Sherlock always played beautiful songs. He walked up to the living room and sat in his chair, watching the detective.
After a while the detective finally noticed John sitting there.
"Oh, welcome. Didn't notice you, how long have you been sitting there?" Sherlock asked, a bit confused.
"Half a hour, maybe."
"Oh."
"Tea?" Sherlock nodded and John went to the kitchen. He made two cups, placing one on the table for Sherlock. He sat back down in his chair, thinking.
"Any new, uhm, cases, lately?" John asked.
"No, well, yes but they're boring. Always boring." Sherlock called most of the cases they got boring, John never understood why. He seemed to like some of them. Sherlock's phone went off.
Two females murdered. Bodies look interesting. Come check it out.
GL
Sherlock smiled a little and grabbed his coat and scarf. John just sat there, puzzled a little.
"Are you coming, John?" Sherlock asked. John got up, and grabbed his coat. Sherlock help him put it on. John shrugged off the thought of him doing that and went outside.
"Where to?" John asked, trying to get a cab.
"Westminster, two murders." Sherlock said as he got into the cab. John got in behind him, he sighed.
"You okay? You seem a bit off today." Sherlock asked while he was looking out the window. He looked at John, deducing him. John rolled his eyes.
"Stop it. I hate when you do that."
"Do what?"
"Deduce me, I hate it." John looked out the window and stayed silent for the rest of the ride.
When they arrived at the scene, there were police cars and police officers. Sherlock walked under the crime scene tape and help it for John to walk under. They walked into the house and found Lestrade waiting for them inside, he took them up three flights of stairs while explaining the very few things his officers found.
"Both were killed in the exact same way, found traces of blood on the walls and they have bruises in the same spots, same sizes as well." Lestrade finally said as they entered the room. John looked down at the bodies of the woman, a blonde and brunette. He looked over at Sherlock and watched him examine the bodies, probably thinking of 20+ ways on how they were murdered.
After about five minutes, Sherlock finally stood up, staring at the bodies.
"So? What do you know?" Lestrade asked, eager to know. Sherlock just looked at him. He looked back at the bodies.
"Both look to be mid twenties, they both worked at an office building. They were murdered a few hours after they got off work because they have pressure marks on their arms. The brunette has been married for oh, 5 plus years and the blonde has recently been married. The bruises are not the same size indicating that there were two murderers involved in this. They are in similar spots, but the blonde has cuts on her upper arm." He looked at Lestrade. John was always in disbelief when Sherlock noticed the smallest details, it was truly amazing.
"There is something missing though, they don't have cell phones. Why not? Well, obvious, the murderers had to be close to both of them, so they most likely had contact with them before the death, telling them to meet them here."
"Now how do you know that?" Lestrade asked, confused.
"Because there was a note in the blonde's pocket giving her directions to here, meaning she was texting one of the murderers about arriving here. Isn't it obvious? What's it like for you people?" Sherlock just looked at both of them and walked out of the room, John following right behind.
"So what are we looking for?" John asked after they were a few blocks away.
"The cellphones. I'll have Lestrade text me their personal information later."
"Oh."
"Hungry?" Sherlock smiled. John just nodded and they walked to Angelo's in silence.
