"Stupid. Stupid! STUPID!"
"Ugh" I yelled, slamming my face on my desk.
"Ow......" I rubbed my forehead.
Suddenly the door of the flat opened, and a tall dark figure entered.
"Keep it do-what are you doing?"
"Well, currently I'm trying to see if the blood from for head will reach my chin."
"How fascinating, but it would be very appreciated if you could do so more quietly."
"Oh wow, thanks for the support. Hey wait, Sherlock do you have any safety kit supplies?"
"It's in the dispenser above my fridge."
"Thanks."
3rd POV
Without saying anther word, Oliver left her flat.
Sherlock, being as curious as he is, peered down to scattered pages and notebooks on the floor.
A particular Newspaper caught his eye.
Wedding catastrophe
This past weekend, (name) (name)'s wedding turned from the best day of their lives to their last.
Both groom, and bride, along with all the guests are found dead in what was once a beautiful, white, church (now it sports a dark scarlet hue).
There is only one thing that the mystery murder didn't know. One person survived, a seven month child, who wasn't even born yet, was surgically removed from the mothers corpse. The detectives though, wish to maintain the child identity anonymous, in case the killer wishes to strike again.
This is it for the daily report, tune in tomorrow for the amazing clown-o-mania protest, when clowns are protesting the use of pies.
Sherlock closed his eyes to think for a moment, he stored this information in his mind palace.
When he opened them up again, he knew exactly who the anonymous child was.
1st POV
"Olivier! What happened to you for head?" Asked John, as he came back from work.
"Nothing." I turned around.
"Stop being so stubborn, let me see how bad it is."
"Fine!"
John took a minute to examine my face, when he finished he told me that it was nothing serious but should put some medication on it.
"See it told you." I grumbled
Suddenly, Sherlock walked into the room from who knows where. We locked eyes, and I saw something that I didn't see in the last couple of days I've known him.
Sympathy
That's how I knew, the only feeling he where'd with me, that he figured out my secret.
Excusing myself, I stood up rapidly and suddenly. Ignoring the worried calls form John, I walked swiftly down the stairs and left without saying a word
I walked past a cafe, past the hospital, and a small pub. In all honesty, I didn't know where I was going. I just felt like I needed to walk, walk far away.
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The Light In the End of the Tunnel {Sherlock Holmes}
FanfictionOlivia Parker, also known as Oliver is not your ordinary girl. She's a detective that was born into her own unbeatable case. While searching for clues, she finds herself wth her old friend John, and meets the no other that Sherlock Holmes Thank yo...
