Robin Watson -Sherlock Holmes (BBCsherlock)

A study in pink.

(listen to the song)

I was sitting there watching Sherlock play his violin, he played it so perfectly. He stopped, looking out the window.

"So whats happening with all these suicides then Sherlock? Three of them." Asked Mrs Hudson.

"4" Sherlock protested.

"How do you know?" I questioned.

"Lestrade just pulled up, buts there's something  different this time otherwise he wouldn't have come to get me." He answered, turning around waiting for Greg to come up the stairs.

"Another one. You know how none of them have left any clues? This ones left a note." Greg informed Sherlock.

"Robin, John get ready. Were off." Sherlock ordered.

I stood up, followed by John. I slowly realised I had left my coat at mine. I wondered if Sherlock would let me borrow one, but he doesn't let anyone touch his coats or anything of his in general. I ended leaving it. we got in the cab and arrived at where we was going. It was a cold night in London as always. I was shivering, Sherlock soon realised that and gave me his coat. Was he alright he never lets anyone use his stuff. I took it but asked if he was going to be alright.

"Yes of course ill be ok, your more important then me." he explained.

"No I'm not, your thee Sherlock Holmes, that everyone cares about and if they don't then shame on them! Because Sherlock Holmes I am deeply in love with you, and you did not hear that..."

"You what?" He asked me looking relieved.

"It doesn't matter ok?" I answered hoping he wouldn't ask anymore of it.

"Yes it bloody well does, Because Robin I'm madly in love with you to, I have been since the day we met." He said grabbing my hands. "I am so madly in love with you most night I don't sleep because all I can think about is you. You Robin Watson are thee greatest human alive."

I looked up at him, tears in my eyes, wondering if this was real or a dream. he pulled me in for a hug, kissing the top of my head.

"Robin Watson, you are the best thing that's ever happened to me (No offence John)." he added.

"None taken." My dear brother said.

Sherlock let go of me and started walking towards the crime scene. He walked in, up the stairs and finally into the room where a dead lady was laying there on the hardwood floor. I quickly noticed that on the floor the word "Rache" was carved in the floor. I took a closer look at her.

"String of lovers, obviously she was trying to write Rachel, Anderson say one word and I will slam this door on your face, only intended to stay in London for a night, her coat is damp but her umbrella is dry, under her collar is damp to so the wind was to strong for her to use her umbrella in the rain but she turned up her collar up against the wind." I suggested. "Where's her-"

"-suitcase, yes where is her suitcase Lestrade?" Sherlock asked finishing my sentence.

"Suitcase? There was no suitcase." Lestrade informed us.

"There has to be the marks on the back of her legs you can only get them marks from a suitcase, where's her suit case, did she eat it?!" I exclaimed.

"Lestrade she's correct, there has to be a suitcase somewhere." Sherlock said backing me up.

I thought for a minuet, then turned to Sherlock.

"Murder." We both said at the same time.

We both started running down the stairs nearly tripping over.

"Where are you going??" Lestrade shouted out.

"Its a murder we don't know how but its murder!!" Sherlock shouted back.

"How do you know?" Lestrade shouted finally.

"PINK." Sherlock and I shouted.

A/N ill be doing chapter two somewhere tomorrow! <3