Sherlockholmesau Stories

"Do you hear that love?" the smaller man asked smile on his face as he stared up at his lover whom had circled his arms around his waist. His partner in return smiled down at him planting a small kiss to his forehead, "They're playing our song..." ~~~ "I saw this folder with my name..." He stated going through the folder and staring at him with a smile, "But none of these articles have my name on it." "I've been studying your tactics in case the police ever ask me for help." He nodded as he feigned obliviousness, "Ah, I see."

Sherlock sees the outline of something long and small in the man's coat. The man's mannerism's indicates that it is a weapon of some sort but it can't be a gun. He is perplexed. He takes his case for the only reason to figure out what the man has in his pocket.

Normal. That's all anything was to you. Just normal. Everything you did and will do you think to be nothing but normal. Things that everyone can do. Getting good grades? Normal. Being the top of your class? Normal. Getting into Oxford and graduating? Normal if not boring. Running into a strange man whom is bombarding a local shop owner for details about a recent murder that occurred in London. Much less normal. It is this abnormal event that catches your interest. The event that changes your life from ordinary to extraordinary. Of course, it already was, yo just didn't know it. This is a story about Sherlock Holmes. Well less a story about him as a story with him. You the reader are a young adult navigating the world of London after college. You start out by putting your degree to good use and joining the police force as a criminal phycologist and profiler. Of course you encounter strange things but that just normal to you. It is not ;however, normal to a certain probably autistic man who has a strange fascination with crime, and your ability's apparently. What ability's those are bewilder you, because everything you do is normal and for him to think otherwise throws your world off its balance.