You sneak in through the window and flick on a couple lights, heading straight for an outlet. You kneel down and plug in your phone.
"I think this counts as breaking and entering, (Y/N)" says a deep voice behind you.
You smirk and stand slowly, "Only if I get caught." You turn to face the detective and smirk, "And I didn't break anything," you point out, walking by him to the fridge and pulling out a coke.
"Will you stop to eat their toast and jam as well?" The detective asks, leaking sarcasm.
"I don't eat on cases, Sherlock."
He gives you a look, "What case?"
"I didn't just break in here to steal the electricity, Sherly." You walk up to him. He is about a head taller than you and You have to crane your neck to look up at him, even in your heels. You get so close that your bodies are touching and gesture to the house behind you. "Someone was murdered here, love."
