Sherlock Age: 26
I walk briskly down the street, a destination already in mind, Scotland Yard. Normally I would never go to the police, but the only way they can solve this case is with my help. And they need to solve it soon, lest more people should die. As I pass hordes of people my mind can't help but to make deductions concerning their lives. There, that women in red, her husband recently left her, the ring tan on her hand shows that. That young boy on the phone, he's breaking up with his girlfriend, the way his voice warbles shows that it isn't voluntary, and that his mother doesn't approve of her. That woman is in a healthy relationship. That guy is gay, the way he holds himself and winks at me as he passes. A crisp breeze ruffles my hair before I shove my way into the crowded police station. A police woman sits at the reception desk, she's got ink on her hands and she looks slightly angry. Conclusion, she just finished up paperwork that wasn't hers.
"Yes, I'd like to see a detective about the bombing case. I have some information for him." She looks at me a moment and then starts laughing, as if she didn't believe me.
"What information could you possibly have for the DI?" I am offended, hurt that they wouldn't believe that I could have information for them that could help in a deadly case.
"Would you like me to tell your husband that you were not out with friends last night like you would have him believe but that you were out at the pup down the street? Or how about telling your best friend that the text message you just sent was talking bad about her?" A look of shock crosses her face, swiftly replaced by anger,
"You wouldn't dare!" I leaned forward, completely serious, face set on a look of determination,
"Wouldn't I?" Anger replaced by fear and she picks up the phone next to the desk. Pushing the number seven she puts it to her ear,
"Yeah, Detective Inspector, there is someone here for you. Says he's got information concerning the bombing case," there is a pause as the detective responded to the news, "Well I've tried sir, but he's very... insistent." Another pause, "Yes sir. Right away sir." She sets the phone down and looks at me, "He'll see you now." I nod in thanks before brushing past the desk till I see the door in question. DI Lestrade it says in bold letters. I roll my eyes, just like detectives, have to show off their names. I turn the door knob and push the door open. The man behind the desk looks up,
"You need something?" He looks disbelievingly at me, as if doubting my deductive skills. I nod,
"The man you're looking for." He laughs a barking laugh, mocking me,
"He leaves no evidence!" He looks at me oddly for a moment and then, "Are you confessing?"
"Wha- No. I'm handing you the man in charge. It's the postman. Who else could it be eh? Who else would be bitter enough? Who else would have access? Don't you people think? Of course not, you're the police, the police never think." I stop talking and start pacing, then I look him in the face, "Well? You going to make an arrest?" He looks shocked,
"What is your proof?"
"My proo-? Oh for the love of God, look, really look. It's the only logical answer, plus only a man with an experience with bunions could do something like this." Lestrade looks flabbergasted,
"That makes sense. In a crazy sort of way." He looks at me a moment and then as if finally seeing that I am not like most people, "Right, who the Hell are you?" I turn to leave,
"It doesn't matter, what matters is you get the postman." I start to open the door and turn halfway to look at him, "I'd have higher hopes for you Detective Inspector if you do what I say. But already I can tell you aren't what I was hoping. What will London do with you?" Leaving that with him I close the door behind me and I smile slightly, that will ruffle his feathers. I stroll away, and am just about to push out the front door to go home. Lestrade stops me,
"I'll need to know your name to put it down in the paper work." I turn to look at him a moment and push past him out the door but not before I shout behind me,
"Sherlock Holmes."