I entered the street where I was not long since, and tried to catch my breath. The blood that had poured out of Lisa was still there in a puddle of blood on the floor, spreading out slowly across the pavement. I closed my eyes for a second. I could still hear the silent screams ringing in my ear.

"Who is that and what is she doing her?" A bald man asked his eyebrows knitted together. He pointed in my direction making me feel nervous.

"Where's John? Is she is replacement?" he asked walking over to use both and looking me up and down. "She's with me don't worry!" Sherlock explained to him pulling out 2 pairs of gloves throwing one pair at me. I caught them putting them on and joining Sherlock at the puddle of blood on the floor.

He put his index finger in the middle of the blood pool swirling it around a little and then pulling it out again. I bit the inside of my cheek, nibbling at it slowly, as Sherlock focused hard on the pool of blood. "Which way did the women come from?" he whispered softly in my ear.

"I don't know" I answered honestly. He took another glance at the puddle of blood at then turned back to me "That way she dragged herself she was bleeding to death that's what killed her, so I think it's kind of obvious that our true crime scene will be in that direction and we just have to follow the blood" he grabbed my hand his warmth running through me like wild fire, as he jumped up dragging off.

"Where are we going don't you wanna tell your boss" I knew as soon as I said it the answer was hell no, but I still went ahead and asked it didn't I.

He turned to me laughing silently to himself "You think he is my boss that's cute" I didn't like that comment. "And of course not we investigate they arrest its how it works, you get the detective police officer thing right" he stared at me waiting for a response, after a few seconds I got the hint and nodded at him. "What do you work as ginger anyway?" he asked and I frowned.

"Why are you asking me that?"

"Trying to make conversation are you going to join in or not?" he nudged me a little bit and I rolled my eyes at him. "What do you want from me?" I groaned like a teenaged kid that had just been asked to clean there room.

"I want you to tell me your unemployed but you used to work as a model" he moaned. My eyes winded in shock how the hell did he know that! He ran forward before I could question him, following a small trail of blood drips.

He pressed up against a wall analysing it slowly, I walked towards him slightly confused on what he was doing. "What's up your creepy senses tingling?" he shot a sour glare at me.

"NO...Kinda" I kneeled down next to him noticing a smear of blood that ran across the bricks. She was here then. In the house. "Come on Amelia" he ran off to the front door of the house. I never told him my name!

"Wait up!" I screamed running up to the door with him. He ran at the door shoulder first, and then turned to foot kicking down the door. I smiled at him, there was always a first time for everything.

"Madam" he bent down bowing for me, I giggled slightly before heading into the abandoned house Sherlock not far behind me. The coldness of the room made me gasps as I tried to catch my breath, I didn't like it in here the darkness was staring to suffocate me making me want to run out and breath. But i still carried on never the less.

"What was that?" I perked up staring at Sherlock confused. "Someone's up stares!"