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Watson crossed the floor, buttoning his coat. "Where are you off to?" Sherlock grumbled. "My job. Oh, don't look so surprised, I have a life other than solving cases with you." John admitted.
Sherlock sighed, raising his eyebrows as John walked away.
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"BOOORED!"
She couldn't believe it! Mrs. Hudson had mixed their mail up again.
It'd been the third time that week, each time ending with a kind, relatable, excruciatingly normal, conversation.
John was nice, but he was too ordinary, at least he was when he talked to her.
She was standing in front of his flat door. John had told her beforehand that if she had their mail mixed up, she should just walk in.
"John, mail call." She called, walking through the doorway. The room was empty, except for a violin on a rack.
Samie stepped over to one of the arm chairs. It had tea set on the table next to it. 'John must be having some.' Samie thought.
Samie got to the violin, she quickly glanced around and pick up the notes. They were composed very carefully.
She imagined playing them on her piano.
"Who are you?" A half naked man came in from the hallway and sat down in his armchair. "Oh, I'm John's neighbor. Came to drop off mail." Samie stammered, trying not to look into his eyes, the embarrassment was too much.
The man snatched the letters hastily. "So... Are you John's... partner?" Samie asked. "Hmm? Oh, yes. We're a great team. John is a little late on occasions, though. Sherlock Holmes, by the way." Sherlock nodded.
"Are you free right now?" Sherlock stood, his blanket slightly sliding away. Samie quickly turned her eyes to the ceiling. "No, not really."
Sherlock rushed to his room, shouting behind him. "Great!"
Sherlock and Samie sat in the cab, as Sherlock explained the details of the case. "Are you married?" Samie asked, then quickly added. "You and John. I don't see a ring on either of you guys' hands."
"What? No, John and I are just detective partners. I'm not dating anyone at the moment, I don't see it as necessary." Sherlock stated.
The taxi pulled up to a building with yellow police tape blocking the front.
"God! What took you so long?" a man marched next to Sherlock as he approached the tape. "John's out, found someone to help, Samie, Lestrade." Sherlock spoke with haste.
"Right, inside then." Lestrade mumbled.
A woman held her hand out, holding back Sherlock. "What are you doing here, freak?"
Sherlock opened his mouth, but the retort didn't come from him.
"Who are you calling freak? I don't see you helping with the crime scene." Samie remarked. Donovan glared, fiery anger blazing in her eyes. "Who are you? How dare you talk to a poli-" "Oh, quit squawking. Lead on, Sherlock." Samie held a finger in the air.
Sherlock and Samie strolled into the building, passing by several police crews.
A body lay on the floor of the living room, staining the carpet red. "Female, somewhere in her thirties." Sherlock mumbled. "Yes, we know that." a greasy haired man snapped from behind them.
Samie looked up, frowning. 'Did everyone hate Sherlock?'
"Who's she?" He asked, pointing at her. "She is completely unauthorized!" The man turned to Lestrade. "Oh, shut up Anderson! She's with Sherlock." Lestrade groaned.
"Actually, I am authorized." Samie smirked, holding up a book of blank paper. "Oh, pardon me, I didn't know the C.I.A were working on this as well." Anderson stammered.
'Psychic paper, works every time.'
Samie turned back to the body, examining it from a distance.
"Well, Sam? What do you think?" Sherlock glanced up, testing her.
Samie knelt next to him, noting each detail. "From the looks of it, she was strangled. This thin line of cuts and bruising indicates it wasn't by hand, maybe a rope? Wire perhaps, can't be sure until we run tests. Where did you take her pager?" Samie pointed out.
"What pager?" Anderson stepped over to the body.
"She has manicured hands, showing she would be in a higher line of work that would oblige her to be well groomed. She has teeth whitener in her bag, meaning she has to smile a lot and look pleasant. She would be either a congress woman, a banker, or a business woman. Since she has an exceptional amount of business cards in her pocket, I would go with choice number three." Samie held on of the blood stained papers up. "Every business woman who I've met has a pager." She added.
Sherlock raised an impressed eyebrow, but then immediately lowered it, hiding his praise.
"I didn't need your help, earlier with Donovan. I could have handled it." Sherlock mumbled on their way back to Baker St.
"I know, but I've had a life time full of people like her, and I don't need to put up with it. Besides, it was fun to get angry for once." Samie scowled.
"How did you do the mind trick with Anderson?" Sherlock waved his finger in circles near his temple.
"What mind trick?" Samie chuckled.
"The paper was blank, Anderson is an idiot, but he isn't that stupid." Sherlock gave a small smile.
"Psychic paper. Perfect for almost anything." Samie held up her book.
A/n
Hey, me again!
Thanks for reading and reviewing, you guys are amazing! Just to clear up how Sherlock knew Samie's name, John has told her. :P
Anyways, hope you enjoyed this one, I know, it's long. Sorry none of the others are this long, but I know you guys love me anyways :D ...
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