The Unsolved Case

Chapter 1

** Collab with @sherlock.xy on Instagram. First 3 chapters are hers (different writing style: no pov's, longer chapters, past tense). Her chapters are also a bit longer than mine. After the first 3 chapters, my own chapters will come and it will be in my own writing style (shorter chapters, different pov's, present tense etc.). Enjoy! **

In the beginning, nothing seemed unusual. A crime scene, a dead body and a lot of policemen looking for evidence. It was 8 am and John was having his first cup of coffee while Sherlock was already looking for Greg to get some information about the current case.

"The victim was Vivian Thunder, she was 32 years old, her only family was her brother who lives in Chicago but they weren't in contact for the past few years." Sherlock nodded. "Where did she work? Are there any coworkers who might be able to help?" "She worked at a retail job, just a few streets away from here." Sherlock turned to John. "Okay, you go interview the coworkers, I will take a look at the crime scene." John nodded, took a last sip of his coffee and walked away. 

Her death was horrific. Vivian was lying on the kitchen floor, soaked in her own blood. A kitchen knife was sticking out of her chest and her eyes were wide open. You could see the panic and shock carved on her face and the indescribable fear in her lifeless eyes. "She most likely saw who killed her", Sherlock muttered. Greg started kneeling beside him. "You haven't seen the worst part yet" he said and pressed his lips together. Sherlock followed him into the living room and his eyes widenend.

On the walls was a short sentence, written with something that looked like blood. Bold, red letters were dripping onto the floor: I'm here. "Seems like the killer left a message for us." Sherlock didn't answer. "Do you need a moment alone?" Greg asked. He knew Sherlock well. The detective nodded, sat down and closed his eyes. "Everyone out!!" Greg yelled.

3 hours later Sherlock returned to the policemen. "You took your time" Greg muttered. His feet hurt from standing around for such a long time. "Something seems off" Sherlock said with a bit of confusion on his face. "She was just a normal woman, nothing in her apartment gives any clues about the killer and even John just called me and said that none of the coworkers knew anything. No one has a motive. She didn't really have any friends, neither enemies. She didn't own a lot of money or anything valuable. Also why would the killer leave a message? The only logical conclusion is that this isn't a murder with a personal motive to the victim, no, this is a psychopath who enjoys killing and wants to get attention." 

"You aren't talking about Moriarty, are you?" Greg asked with wide eyes. "It might be him. I was so sure he was dead and maybe he is. All I suspect is that maybe it was a plan he made before his death, or it's someone new taking over his place. Or he is back and alive." "It can't be him. He shot himself in front of you, we took his corpse to the morgue. There is no way he is alive." "But the message!" Sherlock insisted. "He might be alive. 'I'm here', he wants us to know that he is still on the loose.

Greg didn't say anything and the detective just stared to the ground for a few minutes. "I need to go" he explained quickly. While he was already leaving, he turned back and shouted to Greg: "If you find any fingerprints, hairs and whatsoever, call me immidiately." And with that, he was gone.

** First chapter!! Who do you think is the killer? Is it Moriarty or someone else? Enjoy! **