Sherlock Holmes

Chapter Three- Stuck

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Long story short, the police got me. Well, I gave up running. My heels were digging through my high heels and I had a different plan. Sherlock and the police must be tight friends right? I want to kick his butt.

I was going through the halls in the police station with my hands cuffed and a police man holding my purse. Little did he know, that the gun is not mine. But of course, they are going to blame me for everything. 

I was told that I was going to be interviewed by one of the detectives,Lestrade I think it was his name. They opened the door to his office and put me down on the chair. I look up and see a middle age man with a few grey hairs staring down at me. He grabs the purse and motions the officer to leave. 

Now it was only me and him, this is going to be fun. 

He was about to open my purse, "I don't think you should do that..."

He looks up, "Why wouldn't I?"

I tilt my head and sigh, "There is a bomb in there, once you zip it open, it is activated"

Man, I loved scaring people. His face was priceless, "How do I know you're not lying?"

I shrug, "You call yourself a detective?"

He sits up straight and gulps. Ah, he takes that as an insult...which means...

I smirk, "I believe a lot of people think you're not the greatest detective? You tend to go for a certain someone for help. Let me guess who...curly!"

He sighs, "Great, another one"

I smile, "Another one?"

He shakes his head and zips open the purse. He goes through all my belongings. Such as my manicure set, very small but it had all the sharp objects I needed. My make up bag, including a lipstick that's acts like a pocket knife. And a few other products. He then takes out the gun. 

I smirk, while he stares at me, "Well, explain this?"

I keep on smirking, "It's not mine"

He raises his eyebrows, "You're lying"

I shake my head, "Nope"

 He sighs, "I will sent this for fingerprints, but first I need to ask a few questions."

I smile, "Fire away! Get it? The gun...okay never mind."

He sighs, "Why did you beat up the man?"

"He was following me"

"So you beat him up?"

"He asked for it!"

"You don't have a scratch on you though." He smiles. 

"I am a good fighter. Plus he was very weak." I tilt my head.

"But you had a gun, which means, you probably threatened him."

"It was his gun genius, I would have thrown it away somewhere while i was running away form you guys. But no, I still kept it." I say with boredom.

"You wanted to get caught?"

"No, it just happened, and I was bored."

He sighs, "Bored? Bored? So you beat the living hell out of someone because you were bored?"

I narrow my eyes at him, "Of course not, I let you guys catch me because I was bored. I beat him up because he was annoying me."

He looks at me confused, "You're really honest, huh?"