A/N So this one is a bit short and sweet, sorry about that. The next one is longer, I promise.
Exiting the cab, Sherlock Holmes approached the front door of his flat, 221B Baker Street. Immediately he knew something was wrong, he cautiously climbed the stairs and edged into the living room, gesturing for John Watson to stay behind him. The army doctor did as he was directed, but kept his gun within easy reach just in case; Sherlock's eyes took in the whole room and his brain quickly put a story together.
"Moriarty" he muttered in a low voice; John shivered at the mention of the name. "He kidnapped someone, held them here for two… no, three hours. They left alive, well, they were carried out, alive."
"It was a girl" John said, nodding towards the pile of hair on the floor by the chair; Sherlock took a sample and immediately contacted DI Lestrade with the news.
After sending John to New Scotland Yard with a sample of the hair, Sherlock examined the rest of the flat and noticed the knife embedded inthe wall. He knew better than to touch it and instead looked at it through his magnifying glass. There was something familiar about the fingerprints that he was met with, it was only when he removed his glove that he realized; it was his own fingerprint. The theories which swirled through his quick mind halted, temporarily, by the ringing phone, it was John.
"We found a match, Katy Hampton. She was arrested for petty burglary but was out on police bail. She was supposed to be at the station yesterday afternoon but, obviously, never turned up."
"I need a picture, address and family history." Sherlock said, before hanging up and returning to the knife currently in the wall; carefully he removed it and took it over to his microscope in the kitchen.
Returning to the flat, John carried a fat police file and a banging headache; he was greeted by the sight of Sherlock sitting at the telescope looking puzzled. It was a surprising sight to see, but it didn't last long.
"Latex." The genius finally exclaimed.
"Good afternoon to you too Sherlock." John replied, without a second thought to the discovery which had been made, balancing the file next to Sherlock on the piles of stuff that covered the kitchen table before walking away to do something about the headache.
A/N Please review ;)
