The Story Where Time Stops

So it Starts Again

Sherlock hides in the cold trying to puff one more bit of smoke. There is footsteps coming closer and closer, he tries to to put out his cigarette as Watson walks up with a look of despair on his face.
" What happened to quitting cold turkey!!??" Watson says with a smudge of anger in his voice. Cold turkey wasn't working, Sherlock hasn't had a case in weeks!
" Last one , I promise." Sherlock murmurs under his breath as he walks into apartment 221 B on Bakers St.
" You said that the last 3 times have caught you out there!" Watson groans as he walks up the stairs and takes off his coat. Just as they walk in the room, the phone rings.
" Well, who could that be?" Sherlock mentions with a sarcastic grin on his face, he knew it was the police.
" Hello? Well yes this is he. Ok be right there." Watson gleams with a bright, cheery smile on that plump, round face.
" Case?"
"Like always!" Watson says just as he is about to walk out the door.
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" Soooo, what do we have here?" Sherlock says already bored out of his mind.
" Murder, like usual" the detective says, Sherlock already inquires that he is new, because he has a nervous look on his face , playing with his hands, and he is avoiding eye contact. " The victims name is Jessica Smittneth, 24, Bank Broker at UK National Bank. So, Sherlock, do your stuff."
" Sherlock , what do you see?" Watson says moving closer to Sherlock.
" Shhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!! I NEED complete silence!!" Sherlock screams frustrated as crap. He notices that there is nicotine on her fingers so she is a smoker, and that she has no phone, which is odd. There is also a suitcase so she might have been running away from something, but what? But the really weird thing is .... she has I grin on her face
"So, it starts again?!"
" Like always!" Sherlock says with a gigantic grin on his face, similar to the victim.