The Girl In the Streets (SherlockBBC)

The Greetings

CHAPTER 2
"Sooo..... What's the deal?" I asked as i arrived. Everything just seemed too normal for my liking. "It's not like you see a body carried by the sea everyday, right?" James, who is my new co-worker and trainee. "You have no idea". As we where talking three men approached. Actually, one of them seemed pretty familiar. "Hello you must be Cassidy right?" The eldest of the men asked, who later introduced himself as Lestrade. "Hello I'm-" the light browned haired man said." John Watson, I know, and you must be Sherlock holmes". Surprise bitches i dont live under a rock.
"plesure to meet you" i continued. Mr.holmes kept trying to deduce me and just kept stearing at me. "Mr. Holmes, i would really apriciate if you kept your eyes for the murder instead of trying to deduce me" I snapped. This took him by surprise, but almost in a second he regained his composture. "arent you a bit young to be working in an agency?" Asked Holmes. Okay that was rude. "Holly shit that insult is as old as you are" I replied. The ones who where listening couldnt help to "oohhh" or chuckle.

"Okay lets just see the case" said Lestrade. "Well nothing we've never seen, a body of a woman is found at the coast. But the weird thing is the state of her body" answered James. "How was it?" Asked Watson. " Why don't you see yourself, doctor" he answered back.

As we walked towards the ambulance, we saw something I've never seen before. The poor woman's eyes were torn off, she had at least 4cm deep gashes all over her body. The blood coming out of her eyes was all over her clothes and even floor. The red, sticky liquid still came out of the eye socket. She had bruises even in the fingers of how much she might had been beaten.

"She put up a fight to the killer" said Holmes. As he said that i approached the body. The length between each gash, and the the almost exact deepness in each gash...... She was whiped. " She was whiped. Look at the symmetrical deepness of each gash and the length between them" I said. As doctor Watson heard this he approached, and started analyzing the body as to see if I was right. " You're right" doctor Watson replied. As he watched the body, his face contortioned to sadness and sympathy.

"Don't worry Mr.Watson, we'll find the murder" I said. "How do you do that?" He asked. What is he saying?."I beg your pardon doctor but I quite don't understand" I replied. " You just know what everyone is thinking and feeling, Jesus Christ you even deduced Sherlock" he said agitated. " Well I observe, unlike you. And if you did too, you would see Mr.Holmes is not that difficult to deduce. He has already showed his weakness" I lectured him. Then he asked what his weakness was. Is he that naive?. "Its you doctor. The way he stands when he's near you when danger is near. You are his friend.. Well I don't know his sexual orientation, but if he is gay, he has a crush on you" I said. At this Mr.Watson choked and started coughing. Then he replied "Okay, first of all; he is not gay, believe me. And how old are you?!". "If you have to know... I'm 18 years old" I answered to his question. His face was priceless, I couldn't help to laugh. "What are you laughing about?" Asked doctor Watson. "You're face! It was priceless!". Then his face relaxed. "Oh thank god. For a moment I thought you were saying the truth" he said. Wait, what?. "doctor im really 18 years old" I said. "what-" he started saying but he got interrupted.

"John get ready to leave, we are paying a visit to the husband of the victim" Sherlock said as they startedwalking away. "Hey I'm going too!we are working together in this case, remember?" I shouted and starting running towards them. As they where about to take a cab, I shouted "Hey I've got a car!". At this they turned around and starting walking towards me. "Follow me" I said as I walk towards my car. My beautiful Chevrolet Camaro 72. "Get in" I said as I got to the drivers seat and started the engine. Then we started the journey to the husbands house.