Sherlock was still for a few moments. But then he sprang to life, a large grin plastered on his face as he cackled with delight. "Did you hear that, John? She says her brother was murdered and that she thinks she is next!"
Sherlock, so very pleased at this woman for bringing him this wonderful case, he approached her and kissed her, full on the lips.
"Sherlock, unhand her!" John snaps, giving him an annoyed look. "Or at least buy her dinner first!"
Sherlock pulls way so quickly, that he leaves the young woman stumbling backwards, shocked and fuzzy-minded.
"Please, Miss…" "Blake, call me Blake." Blake coughed, trying to hide her embarrassment.
"Miss Blake, will you please tell us what happened, from the beginning?"
After mumbling about how her first name was Blake, she started to explain what happened throughout the years, all ending up on how she heard the death of her brother through the door of their apartment.
All the while, her Irish accent was piercing and slightly hard to understand.
"Blake, could you slow down a little, you're accent is making it hard to understand," John sighs after he started getting a head ache.
"Sorry, I'm nervous." She sighs, gaining her composure before finishing her story.
Sherlock nods. "Perfect! Thank you, Blake. Now leave."
Blake laughed humorlessly. "Fine, I will. You know, when my brother told me to go to you when things went down the shitter, I wasn't expecting you to be an arse." She snaps before leaving quickly.