Sherlock sat at his desk, going through every case note and autopsy he had. He found nothing. Not a single scrap of evidence, who ever this was, they were good. He shut his eyes and casted his mind back to the crime scene. It was down a dark alley way, quite conseled, inbetween two buildings. They found a women, about twenty four, just got engaged judging by the clarity of the ring, was one her way home when something came up behind her and knocked her to floor, she lost a lot of blood. Sherlock opened his eyes and snapped back into reality, still not knowing where to start. The he heard a sound....
Sherlock sat in his study and gazed out the window at the stars. How he would love to see those stars up close,The mysteries of the universe was the one case he hadn't solved yet.
'Not staring at the stars again are you Sherlock?.' Sherlock laughed. John never understood is infasination with the stars, But thats probably because he never told him.
'Listen John, If you have been through the things i have, you too would turn to the stars.'
'What has ever happend to you that made you look at the stars?.' The memories came flooding back.
A Few Years Earlier........
'Not staring at the stars again are you Sherlock?.' Sherlock laughed. John never understood is infasination with the stars, But thats probably because he never told him.
'Listen John, If you have been through the things i have, you too would turn to the stars.'
'What has ever happend to you that made you look at the stars?.' The memories came flooding back.
A Few Years Earlier........
