Sherlock RP {Accepting}

[Lance-McClain]

Sherlock
Barely moved for Evelyn as he spoke to Lestrade. They take the poison themselves. They chew swallow the pills themselves. Those are clear signs that even you can't miss them! He shouted, running down the stairs.

[Kanaria]

"Miss what?!" It was absolutely maddening to talk to Sherlock. "What do you mean?"

[roseisabiscuit]

{ignore me. I'm going to bed now}

[Lance-McClain]

Sherlock
Glared up at him. Its murder. All of them. I don't know how but they're not suicides. They're killings. Serial killings. We've got ourselves a serial killer. I love those. Gives me something to look forward to. He said and pranced down the stairs.

[GoldleafOG]

Willow dashed down the block, panting. Where was he when you needed him? She glanced back at the two cops chasing her. She would never commit a murder. Now.... What was the most recant killing? She bit her lip.

[Kanaria]

"But how do you know it's murder?!" Lestrade said, trying to control himself. "Please, enlighten us!"

[GoldleafOG]

Willow climbed up a tree and pulled out her phone, quickly searching the address, "Right..." She panted and sighed.

[Lance-McClain]

Sherlock
Looked up the four flights of stairs at Lestrade. Her case. Come on. Where is her case? Did she eat iit? Someone else was here and they took her case. Their car must've driven her here and forgot the case was in the car. He said as he looked up at them.

[GoldleafOG]

Willow spotted the house. She tilted her head, hearing yelling, "Sherlock..." she grumbled. Lucky. Both of them in a bad mood. She bolted right in the house, taking his arm and pulling him out, "I need you to do me a small favor. And I know you have a homiside case but you do that later, this will only take a few seconds."

[Lance-McClain]

Sherlock
Gasped as he was pulled off by Willow. Willow. I'm working... He said with a furrowed brow and an obvious scowl.