John, I love you...(A Sherlock fan fiction)

Chapter 1: The Beginning

The current case Holmes worked on seemed to be dangerous, dangerous enough to where I almost died and learned the greatest thing. But first let's start at the beginning.
I heard Sherlock needed my help on his current case he'd been working on. I walked through the front door to Ms. Hudson, she told me he was upstairs and went back to her flat.
     I walked upstairs to see Sherlock laying on his couch with his fingertips together, his usual thinking method. But when I walked in, his eyes opened and examined me up and down.
     "I see you walked here today." He says, not moving from his position. He then continues to explain, "the scuff and dirt on your shoes says it all." He smirked then closed his eyes and went back to thinking.
     "Will there ever be a day where you wont deduct my life when I walk into the door?" I spoke sarcastically.
     "No, dear Watson." He always called me that.
     "So you called me?" I say while sitting down in one of his chairs. I look up and he is not on the couch, he is standing in the window looking down towards the road.
     "Watson, we have a murder on our hands."