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Johns Pov.
I walked to the door after picking up some coffee
I pressed my hand against the door with a steady knock. My knuckles against the hard black wood.
The golden letter's on the door popped out. 221 B ,Baker street.
opened the onyx colored door. She smiled she was an older woman who looked young for her age. Her brown eyes were soft like a teddy bear. Her soft voice greeted me.
"Hello John! Where have you run off too?" She asked the smell of blueberry muffins filled the air of the pastel music form Sherlock's violin clouded my hearing.
"I went to go get coffee,while I was out I found this.
I placed the grey paper's on the table. read the headline out loud.
Violet Lockwood returns home to Britain?
How will modern day Nancy Drew fair against Holmes.
"So there's another detective like him?" She asked
"Yes I think I'm going to try to meet her, introduce her to Sherlock I'm sure she could be a valuable help." I smiled
"How wonderful! maybe he'll stop flirting with you." smiled innocently.
"I'm not Gay !"I growled
"I'm not judging." She smiled sweetly.
With that I snatched up the papers and headed up the black and brown stairs.
The creakiness of each step echoed through the air. I tried my hardest to be silent, however the higher up the steps I got the louder the creaks sounded. When I reached the top ,I opened the black door revealing ,our home.
The walls were blackish brown like the office of an explorer. Wood stacked halfway down. In the middle of the space was a fireplace with moths of all sizes hanging from it. It always smelled hated cleaning so when he went out I there were two chairs next to the fire place, a brown leather one and a red one.
The black planked floors usually announce when somebody was coming.
"Sherlock?" I asked
"Ah...Watson, do you have the coffee?" He already knew the answer his arm was outstretched waiting for it to be handed to him.
"Good." His straight face studies you for a second.
He had on a face I knew all to well. The there was a case I couldn't solve face.
"You couldn't solve it could you?" I pried
"No." He replied with a snap.
"You never did tell me ,what was the first time you couldn't solve a case?" I wondered aloud
" It was along time ago." Sherlock replied extremely short with me.
"Every time I asked you about this you shut it down."I responded I knew something about that first unsolved case upset him. I just wish he would share what.
" it bother you that much?" He glared at me utterly clueless
"Yes!" I exclaimed
"The Danvers case... 20 years ago...Two Adults brutally child escaped left only a note revealing who the killer was and how she figured it out,brilliantly if I may add,and disappears no trace. Not only Did I not solve it, there was only one piece of evidence,the cash was gone. No shoe prints,fingerprints,not a slight missing was the first and only time I was utterly clueless, of course I was only eight years old but I revisit it the evidence and to thus day I don't have the slightest clue. I FELT UTTERLY MORONIC!" He explained.
There was more there than he was letting on it was the first time I had seen him that upset over any was ,most likely ,because he couldn't solve it.
He looked at me searching again.
"Sherlock I'm going out." I stated promptly.
"Where?" He prodded
"To meet a friend." I replied
34Ashton Street.
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Violets Pov.
I was already dressed. Straight Blue Jeans , Purple plaid top,and my usual light make up.
My brownish black hair pin straight falling down my blue eyes scanned the room eyeing all I got from the shops. I kept the ring on taking it off felt too final.
Knock knock.
I opened the little door.
A blonde man in a grey sweater stood there.
"Hey... Your not a client too calm safe to say you wanted to chat? ... Come in."I smiled.
"Um you're nice.."He started
"And that surprises you because you've met with people like work for one based on the fact your trying to read me right now. You have already stopped for coffee so it's safe to say I don't have to offer you any I can tell by the redness around your mouth and on your hands. You get sick of your friends antics some times. Based on your posture he Usually takes the you just want a life of your own. Am I right...umm.. Sorry I forgot to ask your name?" I deducted
"John..." He replied slowly he walked around me 3 times studying.
He looked at my hand.
"So who's the lucky bloke?" He asked pointing to the ring
"He...umm died yesterday it's why I'm back actually." My eyes started watering.
"Oh my god ,I am so sorry I didn't mean too." John replied cautiously
"No it's okay really how would you have known?" I smiled
" who you are nothing like my friend other than being incredibly smart." He smiled
"Why is your friend mean?" I asked
"No just a Wanker." John smiled
Just as I was talking to John I got a text. I check my phone.
Got a new Friend darling?
Jim Moriarty xxxxx
"No,no,no,no,no,no!" I screamed
"What?" John asked concerned
"The man who killed my friends is back for me." I said panicking
"Show me the mobile ." I handed John my phone
"Violet you need to come with me right now. I know this man and he won't stop until your dead. I can help you but you have to stay with me and Sherlock." He responded.
Without hesitation I took my suit case and left with John.
I got in the Cab after John did it was about a 15 minute drive.
John was asking me Questions about Moriarty I didn't answer all of them but I answered most.
We arrived on what John said was Baker Street. He banged his pale fist against a black wooden door with the numbers 221B in golden at the top.
" !" John called
He waited and called again
" !"
The door opened in a fluid motion to reveal a short woman who looked much younger than her actual age.
"What's all the ruckus John?" She looked genuinely concerned.
When John came in her attention diverted to me.
" you must be Violet. I'm ,It's a pleasure to meet you ,would you like a muffin?" smiled at me.
"Wow that's sweet but I'm you." I smiled
John proceeded up the stairs and I followed.
I could here a voice through the door.
"If you're not John go away I'm incredibly busy ,and your probably incredibly boring!" They shouted.
"It's John open up its urgent!" John shouted back.
Sherlock opened up and John led me in.
"Who's that?" He asked
"Ok! I know the only way you're going to let me in is if I do this. carry yourself with good posture,meaning you think highly of yourself. You have little friends because you push everyone away hinting at high functioning sociopathy.
You only care about things when there's adventure involved. You have a brother but you don't like him much because you think he's annoying. However your subconsciously trying to one up him and prove your better than him. Which indicates you felt your parents like him better which is probably why you don't talk to them callouses on your fingers suggest you play an instrument based on the angle there at you play pay for suits because you want people to think your more important than you are ,you wear a big trench coat everywhere because you feel it helps you be prepared and you carry everything in loathe large amounts of attention, and you hate your trademark hat even though the normal people love it. Sound about right now listen to John." I deducted.
Sherlock stood there utterly dumbfounded.
"Sherlock ...Its Moriarty he's back. Look at the text he sent Violet." John handed the phone to Sherlock
Got a new Friend darling?
Jim Moriarty xxxxx
"He knows her how does he know her...unless he wanted to use her to get to me." Sherlock deducted pacing around the room.
"My turn ...American British terminology so you were born in Britain. Lines around your eyes suggest you haven't slept in days. Your posture states your important in America. You've moved around a lot hence the have a traumatic past and you don't remember your childhood much which is why you always look over your left shoulder. Arrived in Brittan yesterday via plane, and your,your engaged." He deducted
" actually not engaged he umm..died Yesterday..." I responded
"Oh..ok ...good then!" Sherlock smiled because he got most of it right
"Sherlock!" John responded angrily
He could see my eyes water.
"It's ok I'm not one to get offended." I responded
" Why...why did they die?" Sherlock asked
" because, Moriarty wanted something and I said no and now he wants me dead only logical play." I responded.
"Look I invited her to stay here with us keep her safe from Moriarty and she could help us solve crimes she has a knack for it according to the Americans." John smiled
"Ugh.. Fine." Sherlock responded
"Is he always this cold?" I asked
"You have no bloody idea." John laughed
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next Chapter we learn about Violet and how she solves cases!