In a place in London, England accurately on 22b Barker Street lives a very smart, skilled and maybe a bit crazy man named Sherlock Holmes and with that he has his partner in crime Dr. Watson.
"Hey Watson. Give me some tea why don't you?" said Sherlock. Watson gave him a death glare as he just sat down with his tea. "Sherlock I just sat down. Why don't you get your ass out of that chair and get yourself some tea?" Watson said. "I prefer not to as you are closer to the kettle
"Fine I'll get you some bloody tea." Watson said as he gets out from his chair and walks over to the kitchen. Sherlock smiles of his remark. "Well thank you Watson I appreciate it." Sherlock said as Watson knew that Sherlock was lying. He never says that he would appreciate something in real serious matter. So Watson just gives him another death glare then goes back to making tea.
Then Sherlock's cell phone rings, he looks at his I phone seeing that it is the police is calling him. "I don't want to go to one of your bloody crimes! He said yelling.
Then on the third ring Sherlock grabs his phone and picks it up. "Hello Sherlock." a voice from the other line says. "Yes hello, now what do you want me to look at. Sherlock says in frustration. "Oh um yes, there been a crime scene of a murder that is hard to tell who the killer is." the unknown person said. "Fine I'll come to your bloody crime scene." Sherlock said. "Um ok then, the scene is on Union St." the person said. Then Sherlock hung up the phone and got up from his seat and heads towards the door.
"Come on Watson, there a crime scene to be looked at, oh and about my tea I don't need." he says as when Watson not that far from him in frustration. "Sherlock! You can never make up your mind sometimes, can you?" Watson exclaimed. But then he realizes that Sherlock would never do this kind of thing where someone would ask him to a crime scene and he would do so. He would more rather see the suspect asking to take the case in person then on the phone. Why is today so different?
As then they headed to the crime scene. Sherlock knew this would probably be an easy investigation, knowing by brilliance. When they got to the crime scene they saw yellow tape everywhere and police around the area asking if anyone saw the killer. A woman with blonde hair and a little bit taller than Watson comes walking towards them. "Hello, you guys must be Sherlock and Doctor Watson. It's nice to be meeting you." she said while shaking their hand. "Hello, and who you might be? Sherlock asks looking at her, thinking if he saw her anywhere before. She was wearing black, leather, high heel boots with black leggings that looked like jeans and a Danier leather jacket.
