Sherlock's p.o.v.

I was walking down the street when I heard a scream. Hmm, it was high pitch possibly a girl. I turned around and saw no disturbances in the crowd, so I turn back around and continue on my way back home from a case.

Some one ran into me. I wonder if they stole my wallet? Wait it looks like a girl... If she took my wallet, why did she stop? As I walked closer I heard labored breathing. She must have been running for a while now... My thoughts were cut off by a man yelling to stop the girl. Thats when she fell.

"HOLD HER DOWN! SHE STABBED ME IN THE SHOULDER AND TRIED TO TAKE MY WALLET!!!" the man yelled. I jogged up to the girl and looked in her hands, there was blood but... Not as much as you would have if you stabbed a shoulder. Next I looked at her attire, she had little streaks of blood on her cloths as well as cuts various in size. I see she didn't do as the man claims. In fact she was protecting herself... I stood up and turned around. When I saw the man he had a knife hanging out of his pocket and had blood on his hands, but no wound.

"I'm sorry what did you say she did to you?" I asked knowing what he was going to say next, so I dialed 999. "Well she stabbed me..." I cut the man off, "Well she did not cut you, though you cut her, and multiple times at that. Than you chased her all the way to Baker Street where she falls from exhaustion." At that a police siren went on and I smirked as the police ran up. I turned around and looked over my shoulder, "Oh, the names Sherlock Holmes by the way." As the police put cuffs on him.

I picked up the girl and carried her into 221B Baker Street. "John! Take a look at this young lady for me!" I yelled as I carried her to the couch. "If this is a dead person Sherlock!..." John walked into the room and he saw the girl, "Sherlock?... Is she... Dead?..." "Not unless you don't help her. Now hurry up we don't have all day!" I said. "OK, OK. I'm on it!"

She started to move. Her breathing got shallower and faster... John and I were both startled a few inches back as the young lady took a sharp intake of breath. She sat up faster than a bullet, and looked around frantically trying to figure out where she was. When she saw us she jumped off the couch and ran to the other side of the room and grabbing a letter opener off the desk.

"Who are you? Where am I?" She asked with panic in her eyes. "You are in 221b Baker Street, I am Sherlock Holmes and this is John Watson." I said answering her questions, than asked one of my own "And who might you be?".........

So how is the book so far??? I am way too board for my own good right now so I decided that since I am working on my Darth Vader Fan-Fiction that I would post this to give you guys who are also bord and have nothing to do but shoot at a wall with a yellow smiley face on it something to read. I am hoping I did good cause this is my first post and I only proof read it 5 times... So to make this short and sweet, working on my D.V.F-F. Going to be posting this book till I get half way through my D.V.F-F.. Love you all and have a good day night afternoon or whatever time in-between!!!