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Chapter 1- BBC Sherlock

     Hey guys! This started out as little fanfictions but then evolved into a strange love story as always. But I want to thank you in advance for choosing my book, I am really proud of this story. Feel free to give feedback in the comments. I will always be looking for ways to improve my chapters.
-- Oliver

This is before season four of Sherlock: 

           I am in awe as I walk into the library. I have been searching for this place for years. I brush my fingers across the dusty spines of the books. I am looking for a specific story. I will read a lot of books while in this library, and I will most likely come back to this story many, many times. I figured it would be a good place to start first.

               I find the one I want, and open it up. I place it into a new looking media station. Before I even put down the remote, I suddenly wake up on a couch with Sherlock Holmes and John Watson standing over me.

                   "Finally, I thought you were going to sleep all day." Sherlock spoke first. "We have a case to solve, so if you would so kindly get up from your nap and actually help, for once, it would be greatly appreciated.'"

"Sherlock, he had a rough night," John said while turning to look at Sherlock, "After all, you were the one who sent him after that psychopath in the first place. What was his name? Simon, right? So if you want someone to blame, look in the mirror."

       Some times, I just live for John's sass. 

"No, John, Moriarty was a psychopath, the man we were tracking yesterday was relatively normal"

  "Besides the fact that he killed 3 people at the same time." interrupted John. 

   "But that is impossible, he must have had help, it doesn't make sense."

     "But the fingerprints on the victims were all the same, and it was the same stab wound in the same spot on each victim."

      "Hey, if you guys could stop bickering like a married couple, it would be helpful," I cut in, "Let's do this one at a time. What would be the probability of triplets?"

     "It's never triplets," Sherlock said. 

   "What about clones?" asked John.

"You have been watching to many Science Fiction movies, John." I commented.

"It must be something..." muttered Sherlock. 

"How close were the victims?" I asked. 

"One was near Baker Street the next was on 7th the last one was in the subway under Main St." John informed me. 

          ( A/n I have no idea what I am saying with these street names, I have never been to London (even though I would very much like to) just imagine the crime scenes very far away from each other. )

"Could he have been using the sewers or subway tunnels to get around?" I wondered aloud. 

"Even going through the tunnels, there would be now way for him to get to one place or another so quic-- wait a minute..." Sherlock went into his mind palace, leaving me and John sitting there awkwardly. John got up to make us some tea, while I rested on the couch.

The phone started ringing, startling me. I grabbed the phone and put it to my ear. 

"WHERE IS JOHN?!?" a loud shout made my ears start ringing.