Chapter Two.
Watson was asleep, dreaming about a Sherlock that didn't smile at dead bodies; a Sherlock that loved someone.
Suddenly, he heard a hissing sound; almost something was sizzling in his ear. His eyes fluttered open and he saw a silhouette of something lying next to him.
"Wha - - -?" His eyes opened and the sight before him almost scared him to death.
"What the hell?" He yelled. He was about to swat the large snake away, when he realized it was contained in a terrarium, which would only have been placed there by one person.
He looked around the room and to find Sherlock sitting in a chair and tapping his foot on the floor.
"Meet, Ronald Noring's pet black mamba, one of the most poisonous snakes in the world." Sherlock said as he took a sip of tea out of the small cup he had brought into the room with him.
"What the hell?" John repeated angrily.
"Excuse me?" Sherlock said, sounding slightly confused.
"I mean, who comes into their flat-mate's room at…" John glanced over at the beeping neon lights, signalling the time. "5am, and puts one of the most poisonous snakes in the world in the bed with them?"
"I thought you'd want to know this rather important piece of information."
"Well, two reasons. One; not at 5am, and two; not in my bed!" John said, before he got up and walked towards the bedroom door. Sherlock jumped in front of him.
"Umm…excuse me?" John asked not knowing exactly what to say in this situation.
"What were you and Mycroft talking about yesterday?" Sherlock hissed out.
"Nothing escapes you, does it?" The snake on the bed hissed as if to agree with Watson.
"I'm serious, John, whatever he says, dismiss it!" Sherlock said, before walking out of the room.
… He wasn't always like this, was all that ran through Johns head.
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Sherlock and John had gone to see Detective Lestrade, who also happened to be in on said case. They were at a block of flats - John entered the lift, but Sherlock had his doubts about it, so he told John he'd take the stairs.
They both met on the third floor, and walked over to the fourth door on the right side, the plaque stating: '304'. Sherlock knocked briskly.
Slowly, the door knob turned and a crack appeared in the door, a chain crossing it signifying it was still locked. A blue-grey eye appeared in the door.
"Hello, my name is Sherlock Holmes and this is John Watson. We're here to…" The door was shut before he could finish, and there was a noise of a lock unlatching.
A girl stood at the front door with a boy behind her, a hand on her shoulder. They looked alike - they could be brother and sister, even twins.
"What do you want?" The boy said, the girl still standing there with a bored look on her face.
"Do you know a man by the name of Ronald Norings ?" John asked.
"Ronnie? What about him?" The boy asked.
"He's dead." Sherlock and the girl said at the same time.
Thanks to my beta Eleanor, who helped fix up this chapter, although I know its very, very short, I promise the next one will be longer :) , thanks so much for reading my story, please rate and review, thanks sooo much , bye.