Need A Case

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~~~~~~~~~Vivian~~~~~~
I had spent the last week sobbing. I have no more tears left to cry. It was time I cut my self off from emotion. Be like Sherlock. I slid on a skater skirt and a tank top. Throwing my coat on top of that. My hair was done and so was my make up. I walked out of my room my books clicking.
"Morning... Vi. You feeling ok?" John asked me.
"I need a case," I exclaimed.
"A case?" John asked.
"Yes. A case. A mystery. Or a murder. Something," I spoke sitting on the couch. Sherlock was by the window playing and he turned and glanced at me.
"Really?" He asked.
"Yes Sherlock. A case. I neeeed one," I spoke.
"Ok," Sherlock opened the computer and then spoke.
"Got one."
"Vi. Go hail the cab. I'll be down in a minute," he smiled.
I walked down the steps.
"She is like-" John began
"Me," Sherlock finished.
"Yes," John spoke.
"I suppose it's normal. For one enduring-" he began.
"Heartbreak. Especially like that," John nodded.
"Don't worry I'll keep an eye on her," Sherlock winked.
"Aren't I Coming?" He asked.
"Rosie duty. Molly and Mary are going dress shopping," Sherlock reminded him and walked out of the flat.

~~~~~~~~Vi~~~~~~~~~
I failed Josh and his grandpa.

In the cab with Sherlock I asked what kinda of case it was
"Murder?" I ask.
"Murder." He nods.
"Where?" I ask.
"Here," he says as the cab pulls over.
We walk up into the flat and past the police. I began deductions Sherlock talked to Greg. I turned over the arm and lifted the shirt of the woman to see her stomach.
"Huh," I began.
Then I walked around to look at her ears and finger nails.

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