Chapter 4: London Calling

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John Watson's P.O.V

I gave an exasperated sigh as I trailed after Sherlock. Even by his standards, this case was pretty weird. A creature… murdering women on the streets of London… I am still convinced that it was probably a big dog that escaped from somewhere… surely Sherlock doesn't believe that a monster… killed her… right?

I was deep in thought when an all too familiar voice snapped be back into cruel reality…

"I believe it was an animal attack John… surely you still do not think it was a monster do you?" He asked me with that oh so irritating smirk. Sometimes I honestly believe that he is some sort of mind reader… can I not even have a thought in piece without him trying to deduce it?...

"Of course not… Sherlock… but I do have to ask…. Where are we heading to now….?" I groaned. I had to ask the question… but normally it didn't end well… usually trips with Sherlock involve getting kidnapped by his brother who is "the government"; getting shot at… or my personal favourite so far… meeting crazed lunatics who strap bombs to me all because they are "the world's only consulting criminal" and want to make Sherlock "dance"….. How I am still friends with him I do not know… Most sane people would have run a mile…

"John… we are going be collecting witness statements..…" Sherlock smirked as he hailed a taxi, gave the cabbie directions and motioned for me to get in. After recent events, I still can't help but give a shudder at the sight of black taxis.. Not that the whole near death thing with a sponsored serial killer seems to have fazed him one little bit….

"But… how… how could you know that there are any witnesses…" I stopped myself. How could I have forgotten?..."

"Yes John… the homeless network…" He smirked; clearly amused that it took me a moment to catch up.

"Alright… but… why are we heading back to the flat?"… I wondered, as I recognized the route we had taken earlier…

"I need to use your laptop…. There is a bit of "viewing" I need to do…"

I sighed heavily and resigned myself to yet another crazy week… Why couldn't I have a relatively sane flatmate?

Elsewhere…. (And later on…)

Date: 01/03/2011, time: 4:15pm, Location: London Sanctuary... (Helen Magnus's P.O.V)

It had been a long flight to London. I had packed up and headed straight for the airport as soon as I could, bringing Henry and Will with me. Will had insisted on going with me for some answers… and I asked Henry to come with me as well as it wasn't often nowadays that I got to spend time with him… I knew that like me he was also hurting… Ashley left a hole in all of our hearts….

By the time we arrived at the UK sanctuary, I was this close to strangling Will. I had patiently answered all of his questions, but when he kept asking more information about Sherlock, I snapped at him as I could not give him any more information that I did not have. It only served to remind me that my one of my closest, oldest friends chose not to confide in me… regardless of the reasoning behind it… it still hurt me all the same, especially given our history.

Eventually Will let up and resigned himself to silence. I warmly greeted Declan, and asked him for a recap on anything of importance, but what he said next surprised me.

"Well… there was this…." He produced a picture… of a rather gory sight indeed. A young woman.. brutally killed… but it was the claw marks that interested me….

"An abnormal attack… in London.. Dear god… has there been any sightings reported recently?" I asked.

Nothing unusual till today... but that isn't all… one of our… "informants" showed me this..." And with that, he produced a photo of a man on the crime scene… Wearing a long black coat and one of the most well defined cheekbones I had ever seen… with a head of wild black curls….

"Hmm… he doesn't look like your average fellow to be found on crime scenes…"Will muttered. I had to agree…

"But here's the kicker…. That is Sherlock Holmes… after much research… we have discovered that he is the world's only "consulting detective…" He replied…

I smiled. Like father like son, that is for sure… I smirked, and then asked:

"Declan… I need you to pull up everything on the crime scene… as well as everything on the good detective…."

"On it….. But aside from catching our rogue abnormal… do you really think that you will get the chance to meet Sherlock…?" He questioned.

"Ah, but of course Declan… after all…. This is an interesting case indeed… I mean it's not every day that an abnormal frequents a crime scene…" I grinned. This was going to be an interesting week for us all….

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