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She was angry. Or rather, upset. Understandably. The fact that the phone had been hung up moments after, too?

At least he had savaed her life.

“No.“ He stepped forward. Trying his best; he had never been too good at this kind of thing. “We need to talk about it.“ Didn’t they? “And- I want to talk to you about something else, too."

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“Molly, I–” He cleared his throat. He honestly had no idea how to start. Or- what even to say.

“I apologize for the uh… sudden rushness of that phone call. I understand how much that must have been emotionally… well, unexpected.”

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“Molly, I--” He cleared his throat. He honestly had no idea how to start. Or- what even to say.

“I apologize for the uh... sudden rushness of that phone call. I understand how much that must have been emotionally... well, unexpected.”

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Between them, Sherlock thought, they had built up a good profile of the killer. Which was strange, since he never worked with others or came across people of a similar age that could do what he could. Except for his brother. But that was just annoying.

“Sherlock Holmes.” He gave a small look. “Prodigy?” Seriously? More like rarity. He was surprised to even find someone half-intelligent in this god-damn town. “Since we’re doing introductions, it’s only fair that you introduce yourself too.” He glanced back into the alleyway, looking at the scene to see if there was anything he had missed. “It’s not very often I find someone who can keep up with me.”

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Sherlock peered down from the fire escape, looking upon the crime scene below him. A dead body. A lot of blood. it indicated that it was a mindless, emotional attack. Could have been a friend, but there was an element of coolness and detachment between the murderer and the victim. Tilting his head, he smiled a little, before the smile suddenly dropped. He was spotted.

“Oi, you! get down from there! You shouldn’t be here!”

He groaned, and leaned back. This always happened. He had hoped the population of Winchester would have been a bit more lenient. Obviously not. But then, maybe they would listen to him.

He climbed down, and landed with an oof at the bottom. Before they could do anything, though, Sherlock motioned to the body. “If you listen to me, I have some deductions that may be able to help you in this investigati–”

“This ain’t no place for a kid. Shoo!”

They never listened. Sherlock was already irritated. “The killer is probably a stranger. There’s emotion here but not for the victim– they didn’t know each oth-”

“i said get out, kid! We’re busy!”

“…” Sherlock stared at the man, before tightening his fists, and looked at the body again. “I won’t give up.” He muttered, looking back to the man, before stepping back and moving out of the alley. Or so they saw. He stopped as soon as he turned the corner, waited for a minute, before peering back in.

“A sense of detachment. The killer is a male who is going through intense emotional stress - enough to lash out and commit a crime against another person who just happened to cross his path.” He winced and tilted his head to the side. “What else… there’s something missing.”

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Another voice? Sherlock paused, and turned full to look at the stranger at his words. He hesitated, thinking over the concept. It made sense. And if this kid was a local resident, he’d know about any previous murders. Huh. “How long ago was the first murder?” He perked, after a moment, eyes on him. “The turnaround between the first and second murder can help deduce his mental state and the amount of time it will take before he kills again.” Because of course, if he had sunk back to murdering once already, there was a high chance that he’d do it again.

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Sherlock peered down from the fire escape, looking upon the crime scene below him. A dead body. A lot of blood. it indicated that it was a mindless, emotional attack. Could have been a friend, but there was an element of coolness and detachment between the murderer and the victim. Tilting his head, he smiled a little, before the smile suddenly dropped. He was spotted.

“Oi, you! get down from there! You shouldn’t be here!”

He groaned, and leaned back. This always happened. He had hoped the population of Winchester would have been a bit more lenient. Obviously not. But then, maybe they would listen to him.

He climbed down, and landed with an oof at the bottom. Before they could do anything, though, Sherlock motioned to the body. “If you listen to me, I have some deductions that may be able to help you in this investigati–”

“This ain’t no place for a kid. Shoo!”

They never listened. Sherlock was already irritated. “The killer is probably a stranger. There’s emotion here but not for the victim– they didn’t know each oth-”

“i said get out, kid! We’re busy!”

“…” Sherlock stared at the man, before tightening his fists, and looked at the body again. “I won’t give up.” He muttered, looking back to the man, before stepping back and moving out of the alley. Or so they saw. He stopped as soon as he turned the corner, waited for a minute, before peering back in.

“A sense of detachment. The killer is a male who is going through intense emotional stress - enough to lash out and commit a crime against another person who just happened to cross his path.” He winced and tilted his head to the side. “What else… there’s something missing.”

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Sherlock peered down from the fire escape, looking upon the crime scene below him. A dead body. A lot of blood. it indicated that it was a mindless, emotional attack. Could have been a friend, but there was an element of coolness and detachment between the murderer and the victim. Tilting his head, he smiled a little, before the smile suddenly dropped. He was spotted.

“Oi, you! get down from there! You shouldn't be here!”

He groaned, and leaned back. This always happened. He had hoped the population of Winchester would have been a bit more lenient. Obviously not. But then, maybe they would listen to him.

He climbed down, and landed with an oof at the bottom. Before they could do anything, though, Sherlock motioned to the body. “If you listen to me, I have some deductions that may be able to help you in this investigati--”

“This ain’t no place for a kid. Shoo!”

They never listened. Sherlock was already irritated. “The killer is probably a stranger. There’s emotion here but not for the victim-- they didn’t know each oth-”

“i said get out, kid! We’re busy!”

“...” Sherlock stared at the man, before tightening his fists, and looked at the body again. “I won’t give up.” He muttered, looking back to the man, before stepping back and moving out of the alley. Or so they saw. He stopped as soon as he turned the corner, waited for a minute, before peering back in.

“A sense of detachment. The killer is a male who is going through intense emotional stress - enough to lash out and commit a crime against another person who just happened to cross his path.” He winced and tilted his head to the side. “What else... there’s something missing.”

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This scene wasn’t laden with any sort of ominous foreshadowing at all. Nope.

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{{ overdosed. well, it felt like it anyway. The profuse sweating, the fast heartbeat. The chest pains, the dizziness, the shortness of breath. He had done it again, tipped over the edge. He was barely holding onto reality anymore, yet the phone was too far away. But did he need it? He wasn’t sure. He didn’t know if he had called to his brother yet or not. But if he hadn’t, he definitely wasn’t about to.

       COCAINE.             2.5g

The list. He would always do the list, no matter what. But now that it was done, all he had to do was get past this. He barely even registered the person who entered the room.

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“We have an agreement, my brother and I, ever since that day. Wherever I find him, whatever back alley or dosshouse,  there will always be a list.”- Mycroft. The Abominable Bride

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he’s got on with his life

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He paused again at that. In all honesty, he had been sarcastic before. But now the other had, for lack of a better word, customized the facts and from what he could tell, he certainly wasn't lying. ❝Did I also happen to miss out an addiction of sorts? Nicotine, drugs, something along those lines?❞

❝--..Redbeard. By the way.❞

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At that, Sherlock hesitated, but didn’t move from where he was. He simply shook his head and continued to inspect the area. ❝And… let me guess. You also have an incredibly annoying brother named Mycroft, a best friend called John Watson, and an enemy that goes by the name of Moriarty. Oh, and you’re a genius, but an anti-social one who indulges in the practice of crime solving for a hobby. Did I miss anything out?❞

      [Holmes raises an eyebrow as he tilts his head, his gaze flickering across the man’s sharp features.] Right on all accounts, almost, but you did indeed miss something out. I also have a landlady named Mrs Hudson, and a dog named Gladstone. What you weren’t correct on, however, was in calling it a hobby. I’m paid for my work, and consulted on the rest by the Yard.