Ok this ones a little better.
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Sherlock's Pov.
If I was a regular idiot I would say the trail ends here.
But it's obvious that's not true.
Moriarty had hit Violet in the head and dragged her out the back. Loading her into his sleek black car.
He didn't realize he left a trail of gas behind ,on an extremely unpopular road.
" The trail ends here." Lestrade stated oblivious to the evidence ,he really is such a moron.
"Wrong! there's a gas trail." I added thinking out loud.
"But usually Moriarty isn't often so careless."Mycroft jumped in.
"Unless he wants us to find him."John thought out loud.
We followed the trail of gas, until we reached the outside of a Storage facility
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Violets Pov.
I woke up on a chair my black dress swaying as I got up.
I heard a long creeeeaaak behind me.
I was terrified . .
A tall man with floppy black hair and light blue eyes stared at me.
"Jim? Are these your friends?" I called.
"Of ,course there my friends sweetie who else would they be princess?"Jim questioned
"Violet...come on you know he's dangerous." A blonde man called
"Who are you?" I asked... I couldn't place him.
"I'm John I'm your flat mate?" He smiled
"Sorry John but I live with Jim..." I stated completely confused as to who these people where.
I decided to do the only thing I knew how to do deduce.
"John,used to fight in Afghanistan based on the tanning and posture. You have an alcoholic sister named Harriet you don't like her much. You've seen more struggles than you want to but your addicted to it.
Black haired fellow the older one ... Nice suit Armani suggests high paying job, the fact there's a badge in your pocket suggests government, posture and high self of steam suggests higher up ,amount of staff suggests even higher,you don't do a lot of walking based on the lack of scuffing or stains on your leathers shoes,which stain easy,suggesting you have other people do most of the work,meaning multiple government the amount you use your phone and the state of its security suggests you are the British government,or M-I6.
The one with the grayish blonde hair, tried to dye it multiple times thought ,we wouldn't notice but we am I saying we. Cheap suit and bag suggests cop work lower level dirty shoes with a lot of scuffing. Blood and dirt stains at the bottom of your pants suggests someone in the field a lot. Detective based on the callouses on your fingers from holding your police issue pistol gun ,for so long.
Lastly Sherlock did you say your name was? You 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 awkward because he's right there. 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,and you are sad although your trying your best to suppress it by your posture and the fact you keep blinking leading with your left eye." I finished
"And Sherlock did anyone ever tell you ,you'd look like Blackbeard if you grew a beard?" I asked
Sherlock looked ready to commit murder himself. His face was red like a tomatoe, eyes squinted with anger,teeth clenched. Sherlock gave his brother a knowing glare. John and Sherlock's brother tried to restrain him. Sherlock broke ran up to Jim and lifted him up by the collar of his shirt.
"Who told her to say that?!" Sherlock interrogated seething.
"Don't look at me , I can't just tell people what to say now can I." Jim laughed enjoying every second of seeing Sherlock riled up.
"You've done it before!" John yelled
"Oh the great game ,you see that was just a little chess,I already got my checkmate." Jim smiled glaring at me.
Jim leaned forward and whispered in Sherlock's ear.
"The princess doesn't remember, I guess an empty mind palace would do that." Jim smiled widely.
"Oops ,It's like the little mermaid,instead of losing her voice she lost her Memory." He grimaced.
"AdÃos Sherlock." Jim left with a lingering glare in his eyes.
John and Sherlock drove me to what I think is our Flat.
I remember saying.
"You still look like Blackbeard without the beard."
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The next chapter is my favorite, it explains what Redbeard is...
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