Sherlock: The Entitled

Eat Your Heart Out

"BORED!" Sherlock shouted "No cases, not one" He always needs a thrill of excitement, and now he was bored.

"Sherlock it doesn't matter, it's only been one day"

"One day? One day to many!" He paced through the house stomping his feet "Check it again!" He pointed to me.

"I just did!"

"Do it again"

My blog had a section where people could post problems that they had and if they were good enough Sherlock would take interest and try to solve that case.

"Like I said, nothing" I looked at him as he backed his head and sighed, He picked up his violin and strummed and angry sound.

"Watson I fear I might die" he put down his violin and slammed his body on the couch, held his robe close to him and went into fetal position.

"You are a child" I said leaning back in my chair rubbing my eyes.

He just laid there sulking to himself on how bored he was, it angered me too, I was bored I wanted a case that made me have to run through hoops to find a clue. But I would never admit it, giving Sherlock the satisfaction would make him more bored.

"Your phone" he exclaimed as he pointed to my jacket.

"No Sherlock your not talking to the police for a case" he looked at me with dead eyes as the phone ringed.

"Your. Phone." He said slowly, I tossed it too him. "Sherlock"

His eyes lit up as he ran to his bedroom and came out in his jacket and scarf.

"Coming John?" He said I ran my fingers through my hair and went out the door. "The game is on"

"Mr.Sherlock, good to see you" Lastrard came walking towards him and I, "Right this way" we followed him into a the street where we saw a woman in the most gory sight I ever did see.

She had a black silk and lace dress on that went to her thighs and where her heart...was, was bloody and nothing more than a gorged hole. Her heart was in her hand with a large bite mark taken from it.

"Bloody hell..." I said at the magnificent sight before me, Sherlock looked down upon the woman with eyes of pity.
"Do your work" I said looking away from the mess.

Sherlock bent over her and touched the dress and the wounds looked at the heart, smelled her as he pondered her mess. He stood up and took off the gloves.

"She wasn't killed here, In fact someone took their time making her like this" He looked back at us as he knew we didn't have a slightest clue how he knew this, he sighed heavily as he pointed at her, "Her hands are red from blood and tearing out ones heart is rather painful in a town like this she would've been heard screaming, her hands are covered in blood but it's not all blood he nails are red from polish and that's not her heart, hers is indeed not there but blood is like finger prints it's all different and that heart isn't hers"

I looked at him as Lastrard looked at him, "If it's not her heart who's is it then?" Sherlock looked at it.

"I don't know, but I'm sure that blood work can find that out"

We left the crime scene and got into a cab, Sherlock was thinking about the case I could tell cause he wasn't responding to me, or if he did at all it wasn't about what I was talking about.

"Sherlock, how could you tell that wasn't her heart?"

"She was coming back from Hawaii, coming here to London.."

"Sherlock..your doing it again"

"Her tan lines suffer she was a business woman, she would never where that atire.."

"Sherlock!" I said tapping his shoulder snapping him out of it

"What is it John?" He looked at me.

"How do you know all of the things you do about her?"

"She was pale around her chest and arms and legs, all the sun there was is on her face and sunburn on the other areas, meaning she wore a suit business woman"

"Then what about Hawaii?"

"I know she went somewhere sunny but she had a lipstick that suggest she was experimenting to buy it only that kind would suit a hula girl not her"

"How do you know that wasn't the killers doing?"

"He wanted perfection in her, that lipstick didn't match her, but he didn't bother to change it cause her lips would be covered in blood anyways but I smelled it"

"Of course you did"

"Now the question is who's heart is it.." He put his hands to his lips and started thinking.