The Unfinished Case// A Sherlock Story

At 221B Baker Street, Sherlock and John rest in their lovely flat, waiting and anticipating for another case.

Sherlock playing a classical piece on his violin while looking out his large apartment window, and John fiddling with a picture of his dead wife. Although John still mourns over his wife, he returns to his partnership with Sherlock. Mrs Hudson takes care of his daughter when he's off solving cases since she is the only one who doesn't have anything better to do. No matter what, John could never forget the adrenaline of a case, however, he still lives in his previous home because too much Sherlock is never good.

From below, Sherlock can hear the sound of his door being barged in. He finishes the last few bars of his piece before delicately placing his instrument on the table covered with documents.

He turns just in time to see a fatigued Lestrade rush into the flat. From the look on Lestrade's face, he seemed tired both physically and mentally. Sherlock takes note of Lestrade's behaviour and sits down in his chair, crossing his leg over the other and clasping both of his hands together in front of his face.

"Hello, Lestrade," Sherlock smoothly says, his voice voiding any emotions as he stares at Lestrade with intimidating eyes.

"Have you ever heard of Crimson Rose?" He asks slightly panting, leaning onto the door frame of the boys' apartment.

"You mean the legend? The one who kills her victims swiftly leaving nothing more than a riddle and a black rose? Next thing you're going to ask me is if I believe in Robin Hood." John says interested in the reason for the sudden outburst.

"Well, she isn't a legend. It could be another person impersonating her but from what evidence we collected it has her written all over it," Lestrade says as he looks at both the boys, pleading for them to believe him.

"I do believe you, Lestrade, but what evidence do you have?" Sherlock asks amused at his friend's behaviour.

"Come with me and I'll show you," Lestrade says. With that one sentence, both boys get up and head towards the exit.

They arrive at the crime scene, the sun has finally peaked at the horizon as the boys walk towards the building. However, in order to enter the building, they must pass through the multiple rows of reporters and police.

"Sherlock, what do you have to say about this vigilante?"

"Sherlock, are you going to take the lead in solving this case?"

"Madman in fancy hat solves the case of the Legendary Crimson Rose" the reporters bombard him with questions to no avail. A few police officers come to aide them by slightly pushing the reporters back, creating a clear path for the three men to enter the building.

"What happened?" Sherlock asks, squatting down and surveying the area. He takes off his right-hand glove and touches the ground.

"Crimson Rose came in and took some hostages, shot at a hostage but missed before she escaped. I don't know how she could have escaped because we blocked every single exit and entrance. She's giving us a warning, it's a sign," Lestrade begins to speak.

"Tell me something that is not obvious," Sherlock says as he stands back up and walks around the spacious entrance of the building.

"Nothing important, this building has been abandoned for a while now, only been bought by S.K.U.L.L Industries a few days ago, hence, the people in the building," Lestrade explains as he watches Sherlock suspiciously.