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Crime scene and party scene

Sherlock hailed a taxi once they were in the street and John stared at him in wonder. He’s truly amazed by this person. This amazing Sherlock Holmes. Last night he hadn’t really understood why Greg thought Sherlock was so extraordinary, but he understood. Now he knew that Sherlock is amazing and brilliant and far from perfect yet somehow that made him more perfect. Chirst this wouldn’t make sense if he was describing anyone other than Sherlock. He really is sex on legs; in a totally not gay way. He could think another bloke was attractive without it being gay. It’s probably best to just think of something else… Like the suicides! John had only read about them in the paper. Two men and now one woman had committed suicide. They were all 18 to 23, about the age of most university students. They were teenagers and young adults at the beginning of their lives, none of them with any history of depression, self-harm, or drug abuse that had killed them selves out of the blue. Even John could tell something was off about the whole thing. They maybe had girlfriends or boyfriends and family that loved them. Sherlock believes them to be murders. That wasn’t fair to make the people in their lives think they had missed something, that they could’ve saved their loved one if the had just observed, but they hadn’t missed anything if the three dead had really been murdered. “Nothing in life is fair, though is it?” John thought bitterly remembering his father. He had been a good man, a decent man. He hadn’t deserved to die. John is pulled from his memories as they arrive at the crime scene. They got out f the cab and while John was hesitant to approach the scene Sherlock strode over exuding confidence. John has only known him for an hour, but so far he had seen no reason for Sherlock to be anything other than confident. Jesus he had only known Sherlock for an hour yet here he was willingly following his new roommate into a bloody crime scene! Roommates got close in college, right?

Once they came to the crime scene, an area filled with rental containers, Sherlock was smiling brightly. That’s another rumor about Sherlock that turned out to be a fact. Sherlock Holmes enjoyed the crimes. Maybe it really was the murders he liked, but John was beginning to suspect it was more about showing off his intelligence. 

“Eric,” Sherlock nodded as they arrived at the crime scene.

A small man, only as tall if not shorter than john replied,

“I haven’t let anyone touch the scene, but I can’t give you much time before I have to let the forensics do their thing.” John assumed it was safe to say that man was Eric, or should he call him Anderson? Sherlock decided for him when he said, “You know I’m better than your whole team combined Anderson,” Sherlock said sounding like an arrogant prick.

“God help me, but I need your help.”

It seemed not everyone was willing to look the other way like Anderson was because after the ascended the stairs a young police officer stopped Sherlock and John.

“Whoa, whoa who the hell is this?” the woman asked. She had red hair and large brown eyes. John noticed immediately that she was quite beautiful. “You should think of woman like her not Sherlock,” John thought to himself.

“This is John Watson, he’s with me and probably will be a lot from now on,” Sherlock explained, then added, ”He needs the field experience.” John was so caught up in his own thoughts that he didn’t comprehend anything that was being said in the conversation. 

“Just follow you here did he? I bet he’s a psychopathic freak just like you,” she sneered. She was standing with her hands on her hips, ready to fight another battle with Sherlock. Sherlock only sighed in response.

“Oi, Watson you a freak as well?” the woman asked startling John into reality.

“Sorry what was that?” he said.