forum Love is an incredibly curious thing indeed. (Sherlock one on one) (Closed!)

Started May 30, 2018 by Deleted user

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John looked up from the computer. “Please.”

"Take a gun with you. You'll need it." Sherlock said ominously.

Picking up his gun, John put on his coat. “Ready?”

"Yes. You?"

“Let’s go solve a murder.”

Sherlock waved for a cab, a few minutes later they were at the scene of the crime.

“What was Lestrade able to tell you?” John asked as they walked over to the victim.

"Tell me what?" Sherlock asked. The head of the victim was two feet away from it's body. "So disgusting." Sherlock said, making a face at the corpse.

John turned his head away and closed his eyes once he saw the victim. “Great.” He said before opening his eyes and looking back at the scene. “Never mind. Let’s figure out what happened here.”

"The murderer is still close by. This didn't happen long ago." Sherlock said, nudging the severed head with his foot.

“We should set up a a baracade then.”

"Already done. Let's check the alleyway for clues."

John nodded and started walking through the alley.

Sherlock ran up ahead, spotting something. Suddenly the feeling of a knife piercing his stomach shot through him.

Sherlock ran up ahead, spotting something. Suddenly the feeling of a knife piercing his stomach shot through him.

John looked around the alley for clues, noticing Sherlock dart off ahead and do the same. Looking down, he saw foot prints. “Hey Sherlock, I think I fou- Sherlock!” He yells, running over to his friend’s side.

"John….. get help…." Sherlock mumbled, watching his attacker run off.

John clumsily tore a piece of the hem of his shirt off and held it to the wound. “Hold this here and do not fall asleep.” Hesitating, he ran towards Lestrade. “We need an ambulance! Now!” Without waiting for a response, he turned on his heal and quickly made his way back to Sherlock.

Sherlock stood up, clutching at his wound, and attempted to go after the criminal. Unfortunately due to being stabbed he could barely stand up, let alone chase after someone.

Sherlock saw John running towards him. He tried to walk closer but collapsed due to the pain.

With Lestrade practically on his back after giving the order, John turned to him. “You have to go after that man. I’ll stay with Sherlock.” He panted. “Light brown hair, some stubble, black clothes and hood. That way.” He pointed in the direction the man had run off, watching as Lestrade and a team of seven other men followed.