so, hey. Not dead. just lazy... if your mad at me pm me or review at yell at me. it will make me work faster and not slack. soooo ya. who wants to read this sorta long alice pov. its not entirely like I did with my other chapters...sorry, next chapter I might do just first person pov to see how I like it. it might be in the middle where it switches, sorry sorry again. I love you all. I don't deserve anyone who want to read this and actually likes it. so without further ado, enjoy

Sherlock: Endercreep is sorry she cannot spell very well. She also dose not own BBC's Sherlock or any of their characters. Thank you and please yell at her or tell her your strange ideas so she can get on with this story. -.-

Alice: don't say that Sherlock. She is adorable when she crashes. so I agree, yell at her till she is forced to make more chapters and story's, also review with ideas for her to build off of.

Ender: _._ zzzzzzzzzzz


Alice

"So... i like anime, im a ex-military/ doctor, i love to read, and i play the flute." Alice says causally while looking out the window. She turns to see Sherlock looking at her.

"Yes,and you have also got a brother worried about you, but you wont go to him for help, because you don't approve of him, possibly because he's an alcoholic, more likely because he recently walked out on his wife, and I know your therapist thinks your limp's psychosomatic, quite correctly, I'm afraid from when you recently fought in Afghanistan. Why are we stating the obvious?" He says in a rush cocking his head in a oh so sassy way.

Alice meets his eyes in a 'commanding officer' fashion, not relenting her gaze. He smirks at her, she's too cute. "using your brother is cheating, Sherlock. And it was you who said potential flat mates should know the worst about each other, ya?" with that she looked back out the window.

"please" she heard his deep voice reply, "he wouldn't know near as much as I could find out."

This puzzles her. How could he have found out then?

"care to explain?" She asked. There was no way he was that good.

"here" the cabbie says from the front seat right after Sherlock jumps out and runs to the building, holding up the police tape for her, silently telling her to hurry. Sighing, Alice pays the cabbie and follows the energetic detective to the crime scene. 'this might be fun. no. Alice, crime scenes are not suppose to be fun.' she scolded herself mentally. Looking up she sees an older, greying man and a dark, curly headed woman looking oddly at her. The woman doesn't remove her gaze from Alice, making her a bit uncomfortable.

"freaks here, who's this? We don't need two unauthorized people running around." She sneers, rudely. Alice hates her instantly.

"she's with me." Sherlock reply, grabbing Alice's arm, and pulling her into the building. His voice is slightly tighter, almost unnoticeable. How peculiar. "who is on florescence?"

"Anderson" the grey headed man says as he hands both Sherlock and Alice scrubs, in which Sherlock refuses, scowling.

"that wont do, he wont work with me." Sherlock replys , heading up the stairs.

"Sherlock, he isn't your assistant." The poor man shakes his head at him. It's almost like he is use the detectives harsh words and buzzing energy.

"I NEED an assistant." Sherlock opens the door and immediately starts looking around. Alice finishes coming up the stairs and walks through the open door, surveying the area. On the floor lies a woman, covered from head to toe in bright pink: shirt, shoes, skirt(which you could see straight up, showing pink laced underwear, ew) and nails. The rest of the room is bare, other than the word rache scratched into the floor. It had blood smearing the edges of some of the words, it obviously would hurt like hell.

A obnoxious looking man comes in and leans against the door frame. "shes german. Rache, it means revenge in german." he says, looking straight at her. He smiles a bit, looking cocky...it was annoying.

"yes, thank you for your input Anderson." Sherlock rolls his eyes at him. Anderson sneers at him and looks right back at Alice.

"so," he practically purrs, "what are YOU doing with this freak? Someone like you could surely do much better." What? Did he just call Sherlock a freak... 'im starting to get supper pissed at these people.'

"Anderson, stop flirting and get back to work" the greying man snaps, glaring at him.

"yes sir" Anderson winks at Alice then leaves. Sherlock glares at his retreating form and shuts the door.

Sherlock gets out his phone and continues to look at the body. "Alice, what can you tell me about the victim?"

Alice's eyes widen, "umm me?" she asks, finger pointed to her chest. Sherlock rolls his eyes in annoyance. "yes, you. There isn't another Alice in the room." Alice looks at the body, then walks over to her and kneels down.

"well, her clothes are wet... married...cant find any form of strangulation or injection, so intejestion? umm... that's all I can see." She gets up and tilts her head at him. "so how'd i do?"

"good, good. missed everything of importance, but other than that good." he smirks then launches into his explanation.

"She is unhappily married, has a steady stream of lovers, careful about it, very careful. Ring is unkept on the outside, yet smooth on the inside from being slipped off her finger, she is most likely in the media judging from her horrible taste in pink ('umm what?' Alice thinks, 'is he gay? damn it all, all the hot ones are fucking gay!'), she is also from Cardiff,"

"Cardiff?" the other man asks.

"yes Lestrade, Cardiff, Her coat is slightly damp; she's been in heavy rain in the last few hours. No rain anywhere in London in that time. Under her coat collar is damp too; she's turned it up against the wind. She's got an umbrella in her left-hand pocket, but it's dry and unused: not just wind, strong wind, too strong to use her umbrella. We know from her suitcase that she was intending to stay overnight, so she must have come a decent distance, but she can't have traveled more than two or three hours because her coat still hasn't dried. So, where has there been heavy rain and strong wind within the radius of that travel time? Cardiff"

"what suit case Sherlock?" Alice asks looking around.

"The one..." looks around. "were is it? Lestrade where is the suitcase?"

"there wasnt one"

Sherlock thinks for a second. "ohh, ohh. she was smart, smarter than all of you and she is dead" He is smiling like a kid on christmas. "She was trying to write Rachel on the floor, find out who she is" He flips his coat up and rushes out the door, and down the stairs.

"Sherlock! What are you talking about" Lestrade yells down the stairs. Sherlock looks up at him and grins, "PINK!" He says, then rushes out. 'were dose he think he is going? After that bloody brilliant deduction he just runs off..." Alice thinks as she trudges down the stairs. She steps outside, looking around for Sherlock to see he isn't there.

"umm excuse me? Do you know where I can get a cab?" Alice asks the curly-headed girl outside. The woman looks at her with pity, taking her for a weak fool. Alice hates her just a little bit more.

"Ya, just head up that way a few blocks. The main road is just a little ways away." She says while pointing vaguely in one direction.

"Thanks mate." Alice nods her head and heads the way she pointed.

"He is a freak you know," This causes Alice to look at her, "He gets off on this, the murders. One day that wont be enough. We'll look at a body and it will be he who put it there. You should leave him while you can, or you might be that." The woman finishes, crossing her arms in a sassy form. Alice gives a small wave, annoyed at this shrilled voiced kid who keeps calling Sherlock a freak. "He is mad you know" She hears from behind her.

Alice smiles and looks over her shoulder at her. "That's good, some of the best people are. And here I was worried he would be boring" Alice giggles then continues down the street, heading home with this new knowledge, wondering what she should get for supper tonight and whether her new mate would like some.


Ender: zzzzzzzz

Alice: O.o Sherlock... you fucking bastered, you left me at the fucking crime scene you bloody tosser.

Sherlock: *holding ender's sleeping form to shield his self from Alice.* You were taking to long.

Ender: Zzzzzz... oww...zzzzz

Alice: *while throwing ninja stars at Sherlock trying to avoid hitting ender* Thank you for reading and don't forget to review and yell at ener to hurry up with the stupid updates and not leave it off of weeks to months at a time. SHELOCK GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE! *chases him while he drags Ender around by her arm, she is still sleeping*