Whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth! (Sherlock fanfic)

Chapter 3

Jenna's POV

I was turning a corner when I stopped suddenly. I heard footsteps, and they were coming in my direction.

I couldn't see the person, but I automatically knew it was a 12 stone man, and an officer at that. The poor man's wife had been cheating on him, and he had just gotten a text about it, so he wasn't in the finest of moods. How fortunate.

I turned and started to run in the other direction, but was shorty stopped by another officer, who's brother had just gotten a divorce. What was up with all of the love life disputes in Scotland Yard lately?

"We got you now, you little twerp. But your hands behind you back, blah blah blah blah-" I tuned out the trolling of the officer's monotone voice, which sounded like a disliked schoolteacher.

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I sat in a shabby looking makeshift cell in Scotland Yard, making random deductions as people hurried by, either ignoring me or giving me a dirty look. They acted like I was some serial killer! Not that I wouldn't kill someone out of self-defense.

I closed my eyes, leaned back on the bench, placed my hands beneath my chin, and wondered off into my mind palace...

About 20.67 minutes later, I heard two pairs of shoes, one long and striding, and another scuffling closer to the first pair. My eyes fluttered open to see two men. The first one (who I identified as the shoe-scuffler) was about a metre and a half, with graying blonde hair, and looked a bit older than he probably was, which might be in his mid thirties.

The second one was rather interesting. I could tell he shared a flat with the first, and they perhaps ran a business together. What, I am not sure, but I knew it may involve a lot of typing, for the blonde's finger pads were slightly pressed more.

But, other than that, he was un-readable. I felt intrigued, for he seemed to be heavily intent on searching for something. He was much taller than the blonde, with dark curly hair witch reminded me of a dirty mop, and he wore a dark long coat with a royal blue scarf. It sort of reminded me of the inverse of my outfit.

Upon opening my eyes, the blonde one looked at me and chuckled. "That girl was doing the closing your eyes and concentrating thing, Sherlock. Just like you." Sherlock (what a wierd name, don't you think?) Looked at me for a split second, and for that split moment, he broke. I could read one emotion on his face for that slight moment: curiosity.

Buut, he then went back to his bored-faced self and walked on. He went into one of the offices, and about a minute later I heard what must have been this Sherlock character's voice shout. "Out of all the 8 million people in London, Detective Inspector, someone's got to be murdered sometime, correct?" A slight pause, as if this DI was trying to explain himself "Then why don't you have a case?" He grunted and stormed out.

I was rather suprised, to say the least. Who was this Sherlock, and what did he do with his partner? But, I left my face blank with no emotion the whole time. I wasn't about to let anyone see me break, especially in Scotland Yard.

Hi guys! Really sorry that I haven't updated in a while, and now everyone is probably getting mad at me because I haven't updated ANYTHING in a while! Hope you enjoy this new chapter.

Thank you to the user @logic_counts for motivating me to come back! I wouldn't update in a lot longer time without you! (See, this is why you should comment!)

See ya, my folks!

-SS