The Detective (A Sherlock Fan-Fic) (Under Editing)

UNKNOWN'S P.O.V

 

The man started to run away.  I felt a smile spread across my face, I lifted my gun then pressed down of the trigger and shot the man through the back of the head.  He dropped to the ground dead a pool of blood instantly surrounding his head.  Lets see what Mr Holmes thinks of this.

LUCY'S P.O.V

(The next morning.)

I lifted my head and looked around, I was under Sherlock's arm his other was draped across his chest.  I got up and rubbed my eyes, what time is it?  I checked the watch on Sherlocks wrist, six-fifty-four a.m.  I shouldn't be awake, but I won't be able to get back to sleep so I might as well get up.  I wandered into the main room and stepped on something soft.  Not cushion soft but as in fleshy soft.  I turned on the lights then screamed, a man was lying dead on our living room carpet!

Sherlock came rushing in brandishing a harpoon and John with a gun.  John instantly dropped his weapon but Sherlock seemed a bit more calmer.  He passed his harpoon to me then knelt down beside the body and stuck his fingers inside the rather prominent bullet hole and pulled out a note.

SHERLOCK'S P.O.V

 

I held the note up to the light and started to read it, it read :

Dear Mr Holmes

I hope you like your little present I sent you, we all know you like a good mystery so lets see if you can figure this one out.

 

I examined the mans body then sighed.  All the usual stuff married, got kids, dying of prostate cancer.  Nothing intresting at all except for the fact that he was delivered to us.  I got up and checked the flat, they'd came through the front door, they had at the time been wearing heavy duty boots and there was two of them, both quite tall. 

"Sherlock, have you got any ideas on who it was?"  I smiled at my short blogger

"I've got seven."  Eventually we called Lestrade to come and pick the body up he didn't seem to happy that we left it that long though.

"Sherlock your supposed to call us straight away and no you can't borrow his head for one of your little experiments!"  Lestrade was working up a storm, all I want is a simple human head, is that too much to ask?  Lucy handed me a cup of black coffee.  I'd introduced Lucy to Lestrade and they seemed to get off on good terms.  I sipped at it then made a face, 

"What is this?"

"Coffee,"

"Where's the sugar?"

"I don't know, I put some in there."

 I picked up a pen and stirred my drink with it then tried it again, ah much better. 

"Lucy you forgot to stir it,"

"Oh,"  Lestrade gave us a weird look but carried on.

"Sherlock, I'll let you off this time but I can't let you have the head just a finger."  A finger that's good enough I could do so many things!  I shook his outstretched hand then started to cut off the middle finger of the man.  Lucy looked ill at the sight so John covered her eyes as I hacked away with my pocket knife at the finger.

Finally Lestrade and his forensics team left leaving a slightly ill looking Lucy, a tired John and a intrigued me sitting the main room all staring at the spot where that man had lay.  John gave out a loud yawn interrupting me from my thoughts.  He started to drum his fingers on the wooden armrest of the chair, something's bothering him.

  "John, what's bothering you?" He glanced at me then sighed. 

"Sherlock your hiding something from us."

"John that is one of the worst deductions you have ever made,"  My thoughts were once again in action, how will I stop them from realising I am back?

After a while John and Lucy went shopping, well Lucy forced to him seeing as John hates the self checkout machines.  I smiled as the clock struck twelve a.m, time to go.  First I ordered the cabbie to take me back to the childs' house and then to the murderers' flat.  All you'd have to do to narrow it down is to look at the family pictures and last Christmas' Christmas cards.  The Brother hadn't sent one. 

We pulled up outside the small block of flats and I got out then paid the driver before heading to the door.  The doorman asked for ID so I showed him the one I'd pinched off Lestrade last year.  He let me in and I came face to face to a rather grand looking staircase which led up to the flats.  The Brother's obviously wealthy to be able to afford one of these places in fact he'd be able to afford a assasain.  I climbed up the stairs looking for any signs that he'd left.  There were none: he knew the Police wouldn't be able to find him but he forgot the Police consult me.  If he was a proper murderer he'd check out if the worlds only Consulting Detective were alive.  I swear the criminal class these days are getting sloppy.  I reached the top and checked the room plan.   The Mothers' maiden name was Charles and yes in number three lives Mr Harry Charles.  I headed along the corridor then broke the lock before onpening the door to the flat.

The room was poorly lit and it smelled of mould.  So he's not so wealthy he's got the bad flat, usually a lot cheaper.  I heard a shuffling from behind me then the sound of something being picked up.  He's so dim.   I turned around and grabbed the hammer before he brought it down on my head then threw it to the other side of the room smashing a lamp in the process.

"Mr Charles, you didn't do your research."  Harry spat in my face causing me to rub in off then he leapt at me knocking me over.  His eye's were full of bloodthirsty anger.  He clamped his hands around my neck trying to find my windpipe, he needs to go back to school.  I hit him hard with my left arm seeing as he was holding my other one down thinking it was my best.  He collapsed onto me.  I pushed him off me then got up and called Lestrade. 

"Sherlock you got him?"

"Yes Lestrade but he's unconscious," I gave him the address and which flat to go to then hung up and left.

A/N

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