The sociopathic genius. (Discontinued.)

A study in police stupidity.

                              

                              Chapter 3.

Sherlock vaulted over the table and ran over to question the rather distressed student teacher. John just stood there, feeling very confused. A couple of seconds later Sherlock returned. He grabbed John's sleeve and ran out of the room, dragging poor John along behind him. "The student teacher, Sophie I think she's called, said the murder was committed on Lexington Street down in the city centre. About 15 minutes away. The victim was a teenage girl and was apparently discovered by a homeless person approximately 25 minutes ago. That seems to be all Sophie knew about it but she said that the police have now taken over the case which makes things more difficult. For me that is." Sherlock was talking at top speed again as he strode purposefully down the corridor. John, who was having to jog to keep up with Sherlock's long strides, couldn't hold back his curiosity any longer. "But what is this all about?" he asked "Why are you so interested in a murder of all things? I can understand being curious and all but this seems to be more than that. It's weird. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I have a problem with it. It's just .... well, it's just I'd like to know what's going on. Can you please explain?" To John's surprise they were already outside their dorm room. Sherlock opened the door and motioned John inside. Once they were inside Sherlock shut the door behind them and turned to face John. "I don't have much time so I will get straight to the point" began Sherlock "I get bored John, extremely bored, much more than ordinary people do. The world moves too slow for me and it drives me mad. But every now and then something unusual pops up, a robbery or a murder. As you can probably tell I have a knack for spotting things over people don't so when something unexpected happens, like this murder, I use my powers of observation and deduction to solve it. You see, when something like this happens the police are always out of their depth. Their desperate so they are more likely to let me get involved. Does that satisfy your curiosity?" There was a pause while John digested this information. "You're a detective" he said finally. "A consulting detective" Sherlock corrected "I'm the only one in the world. Actually I invented the job myself." "Cool" John muttered. Sherlock looked mildly surprised, no one had ever called his job cool before. Sherlock picked up his long military coat, gloves and scarf then headed for the door. John picked up his denim jacket. "What are you doing?" asked Sherlock. It was his turn to be curious. "Duh, I'm coming with you of course" John replied, grinning. "No John, you can't come with me" Sherlock snapped. John raised an eyebrow. "Why not?" he challenged. Sherlock paused. Why couldn't John come with him? After all he worked better when he talked aloud and John would attract less attention than the skull Sherlock usually took with him on cases. On the other hand Sherlock had always worked alone and it had never seemed a problem until now. Sherlock's mind wondered back to something he had said to his child minder Mrs Hudson when she had said he should try and make friends with people. Alone is what I have, alone protects me. It was only now that Sherlock stopped to consider if he had been right or not. Sherlock's head was full of reasons why he should bring John with him but it was also full of an equal number of reasons why he should refuse John's company altogether. The pro's and con's of both options were zooming around Sherlock's mind palace, making his head hurt. John stood there patiently, watching Sherlock think. After a couple of seconds (although it felt like several hours to Sherlock) he had eventually made up his mind. "Come along John" Sherlock said, smiling. They both headed to the door, only to find their way barred by Lestrade. "No Sherlock" he said sternly "I know what you thinking but no." "I'm going weather you like it or not Lestrade" Sherlock retorted.

"You're not running around a crime scene, I won't allow it."

"Oh really, and how exactly do you plan on stopping me?"