Jim Moriarty, the world's consult criminal, actually has two siblings, Jake and Joan Moriarty. After the death of their beloved brother, Jake bears hatred to the world's consult detective, Sherlock Holmes, and becomes the next one to seat on his br...
Sherlock came back by 7 p.m in his flat with me waiting at the corner of his living room, in an armchair reading a book that I once had also. It was Grim's fairytales. Strange, we have the exact same book. I can hear the jingling sound of the keys swinging in his hand before it was inserted in the keyhole. I placed back the book just as he went in by surprise. My feet races to him all of a sudden.
"Sherlock, I need to tell you something." I told him the moment I'm inches away from him. But he raises his hand at me."No need, Ella. We found our criminal." He passes by me like air,"he's been hiding in the forensic team all these time. Smart move."
I spun on my heels with a surprise. He figured it out too?"That's what I thought. How did you figure it out and who?" I questioned cheerfully rather than suspicious and curiosity.
He stopped by at his desk and checked his laptop and types something with his swift fingers. "The short, thin, blonde guy with the most suspicious way to open a door and manners." Then slams it close.
"Hm, I got the description." I snort. Though, honestly, I don't.
"Without using his fingers to turn a knob. I'd say, so there'll be no fingerprints. We were heading to the crime scene and automatically he does it. Also, he was late but early in hunting."
"Well," I couldn't think of anything else to say. I felt shy, blushing with a sheepish smile hanging on my face."Um, congratulations, Sherlock." I hastily turned my back on him, making my way out in his flat as soon as possible. But, he didn't stop there as I thought.
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"Hold on, you stayed here for so long just to tell me about our murderer?" He was bewildered and I stopped in my steps. I breathe in and turned slowly while he walks. He squint his eyes that I couldn't barely see the pupils, takes his final step, and raises his eyebrow along with a playful smirk, "Breaking into my flat with hair pins and wires?"
We were very close. That close that exchanging of exhalation can be felt and heard. The smell of Earl Grey. Very British of him.
I'm the one who stepped back first."No, I went back to school for another class to teach when I realized that I don't know the location since my battery's dead. And no again, I did not break in. I asked Mrs. Hudson for the keys." I thought crossing of arms and raising my head would do the trick. I raise the keys at him and he grabs it. His eyes looking the other way darting the door with his sharp eyes."I knew she had a duplicate." He sighed to himself almost like a whisper if not for his deep voice. Leaving while he talks to himself was my only chance of getting away.
But, again, Sherlock asked once more in there about how I knew the guy was in the forensic team. Marching off towards my flat, I shout back at him that I was being creative that I hit the answer right. There was no questions after. I must have convinced him.
