The next day I was on the blog and Sherlock, of course, was bored. "What are you doing?" He asked. I sighed "Blogging" I told him for the third time. He groaned. "Bored" he mumbled. "Sherlock, everybody thought you were dead for nearly a month, and then you turn up FINE. You'll be quite busy for a while" I told him. "Not FINE" he corrected me, pointing at his arm. "Alive , then"
"Ugggggg" he groaned and rolled on his back. "We have some possible cases, but you-" he grabbed the laptop out of my hands. "Why didn't you tell me?" He snapped. I sighed "I did. Twice." But he ignored me.
"Boring........ Boring......." He sat up "I like this one" he said "Tell them we'll take it" he said, walking into his room.
When I got ahold with the woman from the website she thanked us and gave us an address. Sherlock practically flew out the door. When we got outside there was a truck waiting. "Watson and Holmes?" He asked "Thats us" I replied.
The ride was bumpy but shorter than I had expected.
When we got there, we were greeted by a tall, dark haired, woman. She shook Sherlock's hand. "You must be Mr. Holmes"
She said. "And Dr. Watson" he corrected her. "And Dr. Watson" she smiled and shook my hand.
After the greeting she led us into a big room with three cabs in it. "A few days ago, a man was found dead in a cab in Cheshire. He was poisoned. So the first thing we thought, of course was that he was killed by the cab driver." She explained "But then a few days later there was another murder the exact same way the exact same poison in Russia." She pointed to a young lady in the second cab. "And then another in America."
Sherlock walked over towards the three cabs with the bodies still inside. There was and older looking man, probably about 50. Then a young woman who looked about 26 and a another man who looked the same age in the third cab.
"The cab drivers had no link to each other" she added.
Sherlock examined the young lady first. It didn't take him long to figure out what had happened.
"She was aware that she was being poisoned." He said "She was being threatened. According to the smudges of makeup on her face you can see she was crying. In her hand she holds a picture of a man and a baby, probably her family. She was biting her nails which she didn't usually do according to how well she worked on them"
He started to walk over to the yellow American cab. When I noticed something. A note "Sherlock, what's this?" I asked pointing to it. He grabbed it.
A note written in sloppy handwriting "Chester" he read out loud.
He looked at the tall lady "Is she related to anyone with the name Chester?" He asked "Or maybe a close friend" she looked through her files. "......no, nobody named Chester" she replied
He walked over to the other cab, and sure enough there was another note. "Westwood" he read. And walked to the third cab "Washington". The woman checked her files "No.... I can't find anyone named Chester, Washington, or Westwood" she said. He looked frustrated.
"Get out" he said "I need to think" "Excuse me?" She asked rudely. I explained it to her and she walked out the door.
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Authors note: Hey guys! Sorry it took so long to upload. I've been really busy writing it :/
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~Brooklyn XOXO
PS: I don't know why it uploaded chapter 5 twice. It won't let me take it down and I am super confused :o sorry if it confused you :)
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John's Notebook (johnlock)
FanficJohn is devastated with the loss of his best friend, Sherlock's death. But is he really dead?
