The Unfinished Case// A Sherlock Story

Sherlock meets with the busy street and he begins to blend with the vast amount of people. He walks with the crowd before he turns into an empty alleyway and leans onto the wall. His phone begins to ring, he rolls his eyes in annoyance before answering the call.

"What John." He says sternly.

"Ho-how did you know it was me?" John asks, surprised at his correct deduction.

"You are very predictable John," Sherlock replies peering into the busy street once more before returning to his place pressed up against the wall.

"Where are you?"

"Busy," Sherlock replies as he begins walking down the alley.

"That's not a place,"

"Neither is it an answer, can I help you with something?" Sherlock states quite harshly as his walking becomes a jog.

"Sherlock, I'm not going to ask again. Where are you?" John asks this time with a more serious tone.

"I'm on a case, remember? Where are you? Shouldn't my blogger be with me?" Sherlock asks rhetorically as he turns into a full run.

"I'm not just your blogger-"

"Then what are you?" Sherlock asks cutting him off. It goes silently on the other end, all that could be heard was Sherlock's heavy breathing.

"For Christ sake I am your blogger!" John says on the other side on the phone making Sherlock chuckle.

"Now that you have come with the terms, I'm chasing after someone in the alleyway a few blocks down from the flat who should be turning-"

A figure dashes into the alley from a different entrance only a few meters in front of Sherlock.

"NOW," Sherlock states as he hangs up his phone and reaches towards the running stranger. Sherlock grasps the shoulder of the stranger, spinning them around to face him. It was a man not too short compared to him,
'Drug addict, college drop out, practically homeless' Sherlock deduces as he stares down at the man 'Easy target'.

"Who are you and why are you running?" Sherlock demands as he grips the man a little tighter, making him go on his toes.

"A-a-are you Sherlock?" The man asks with a rough voice.

"Yes, now who are you?"

"I'm your distraction," the man says before he pushes Sherlock away from him, making Sherlock hit his head on the building wall, and runs away.

Sherlock's vision becomes slightly blurry as his whole head begins to throb. He feels a warm liquid dripping down the side of his head as he meets the harsh asphalt ground.

Red. Blood he deduces.

He can hear multiple footsteps approach him, the sounds getting heavier and heavier with each passing step. The sounds bombard Sherlock's ears and the ringing becomes unbearable. Sherlock clutches his ears and he feels a pair of strong arms wrapped around him. His eyes become heavier and heavier as he falls into a deep slumber.