Super Short Imagine Type Thingy (part 1)

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A/N So this is something I want to try bc I have over 500 reads and #YOLO

shhh that didn't happen.

See if you can follow along. It's like an imagine almost but yeah

"Hey, hey, hey! You there?!" James' voice rings through the phone. It's six in the morning and you wake up groggy and annoyed. 

"What the hell, James?" you half yell at him. What is so important that he needs to call so early?

"You know that Sherlock bloke?"

"Holmes? Yeah. Detective. Silly man."

"He's been shot." You shoot up out of bed. What the hell? 

"So your archenemy has been shot? Why do you sound so upset? We're criminals, James. It's what we do." The biggest name in London was shot. Oh well. Happens. 

"Well, I found him. On top of a building. No bullet, just the wound. But, there's no exit wound. I called the police and they examined him. Same deal. No bullet, no exit." Intruiging. How do you kill a man with a bullet that doesn't go through and doesn't exsist? Who wants to kill a man that much? 

"So why'd you call me?"

"You're going to find his killer and I'm going to punish him for putting me out of business!" He screams through the phone.

"What's my cut?" He pauses.

"Find him and we'll figure that out."

"Fine."

To be continued...

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