Your first deduction

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"Sherlockkkk....I'm boooreddd!" You called for the five hundredth time that morning. You were lying face down on your bed with your arms and legs stretched apart in the starfish position. Sherlock had been silent for two days (you weren't entirely sure he was still in the flat) and as you had vocalised many a time, you were VERY bored. Minutes elapsed in what seemed like hours when all of a sudden, came Sherlock's handsome voice piercing the silence. "He sounds so sexy when he's excited" you thought to yourself briefly before jumping to your feet in surprise as you felt Sherlock's warming hand come down onto your shoulder. "A case!! I've got a case (y/n)!!!" You grinned from ear to ear as you stared back into his dreamy eyes. This distracted you for a moment. "(Y/n)?? (Y/n) are you there? I want you to come with me on this case. I need an outsider perspective" was this it? You thought to yourself gleefully, was the great Sherlock Holmes asking you out on a case?! "Yes.. Yes, sorry. I'm coming. Just let me get my coat" you grabbed your favourite double breasted coat and slipped your boots on. Sherlock grabbed your hand and excitedly lead you down the stairs of 221b. His hands felt so comforting, they were a lot bigger than yours and a lot warmer too. As you emerged onto the street outside, Sherlock practically dove in front of the nearest taxi he could see and helped you in.
The journey to the crime scene was only about ten minutes but this was sufficient time to confirm the suspicion that you were falling for Sherlock... His face entranced you, his body disarmed you, his personality confused you but despite this, he was still the most gorgeous man you had ever set your eyes on.

When you arrived at the crime scene, Sherlock all but ignored you... His science was perfect but annoying at the same time. You wanted to talk to him but you didn't want to be a distraction. The scene was outside a house in the outskirts of London. There were two corpses on the floor and blood everywhere... "Murder?" Lestrade asked Sherlock in a confident tone. "Hmm.. It would appear so.." Sherlock replied, slightly annoyed, you could tell that he was disappointed by the scene. "Nope..." You whispered under your breath. "What?" Enquired Sherlock, turning to you with curiosity in his aqua blue eyes. "I said no" you repeated "I don't think these men were murdered, I think these men were the murderers and their victim killed them both in self defence" Sherlock's eyes lit up.. "Oh... OH! (Y/n) you are brilliant! That's ingenious!" He then proceeded to kiss you on the forehead. You blushed intensely and giggled a little at his high praise. "Go on, explain it to lestrade (y/n) I don't think he has clicked yet" you shuffled your feet for a while, took a deep breath and began..."Well, both bodies are on the ground facing each other which suggests that the victim was between them both when they attacked. One body had been killed by several fatal stab wounds to the stomach by a blunt cutting object, -the victims keys- and the second body has a gash to the face and fatal trauma to the back of the head. I suspect that the victim was near her home so had her keys out ready when she was attacked. On instinct, she attacked the first man by stabbing him in an adrenaline induced phase and then span round quickly with her arm outstretched when she heard a noise from behind her, this gashed the second man on the face. In the shock of being hit, he fell back as hit his head off the wall there and knocked himself out. He then died of blood loss." You looked up to see both Sherlock and lestrade staring at you in awe. "Wow" said the inspector "that was amazing!" You blushed again and smiled at the ground. Sherlock stepped closer to you, wrapped his hands round your waist and whispered in your ear "that was absolutely amazing. Come on, let's get back to Baker Street" you smiled as you felt the heat of his breath tickle the back of your neck and you ran your fingers through his coal black curls. "Ok" you replied and he effortlessly scooped you up in his arms and carried you back to the Taxi. When you were both inside, he smiled to himself and said "you really are my clever girl..."

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