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"Sherlock, whoever is doing all of this killing knows what they're doing. No trace has been left behind that could identify the murderer, but just a simple black rose pierced into their chest." Lestrade informed Sherlock, as he looked at the files of the cases in hand. "Not only that, but others witnesses have said that they never see the criminal enter or leave." "Interesting. I'll take it." Sherlock stood up and made his way out the door while whispering to himself, "This will be interesting." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Come on, darling." He stood in front of the girl, who was sitting down staring blankly at him. "Fine, I will work with you. But with one condition-" She slowly leaned into him- "you will not hurt Sherlock Holmes or John Watson," He wasn't pleased with her request, but he wanted to see what she could do if he listened to her. "Alright, then. Let our game begin." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "And who might you be?" Anderson asked the girl as she got closer to the crime scene. "(Y/n) (L/n). The new photographer," She smiled at Anderson, who simply looked at her weirdly. Inside, she took pictures of the body and started checking them until she heard a pair of footsteps approaching her. "Who is she?" A voice asked as footsteps got closer to her. "Hello-" A taller man waved his hands in front of her face-"Um... Who are you?" "I'm (Y/n). And you?" "Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes." She fully turned to face him and extended her hand. "Pleasure to meet you mister Holmes."
Chapter one "Meeting"
