BANG, BANG, BANG!
These were the first sounds John Watson herd, when he walked into the 221 baker street, apartment building. John paniced, those shots were not from Sherlock Holmes' gun. Horrible images of a bloody Sherlock Holmes with three bullet holes in his chest, filled Johns head as he rushed up the stairs. ''SHERLOCK!'' John cried as he burst into Sherlock's apartment. However, there was no dead Sherlock or a gun wielding maniac. Instead there was a young girl pointing a pistol at the wall. ''Ah, John.'' Sherlock said, once he notised John. ''This is Hattie Kellett, she's a friend of my girlfriend, Hailey.'' Sherlock explained. Hattie fired another shot and then put the pistol down, ''Your right Sherlock, that does remove stress.'' she said.
These were the first sounds John Watson herd, when he walked into the 221 baker street, apartment building. John paniced, those shots were not from Sherlock Holmes' gun. Horrible images of a bloody Sherlock Holmes with three bullet holes in his chest, filled Johns head as he rushed up the stairs. ''SHERLOCK!'' John cried as he burst into Sherlock's apartment. However, there was no dead Sherlock or a gun wielding maniac. Instead there was a young girl pointing a pistol at the wall. ''Ah, John.'' Sherlock said, once he notised John. ''This is Hattie Kellett, she's a friend of my girlfriend, Hailey.'' Sherlock explained. Hattie fired another shot and then put the pistol down, ''Your right Sherlock, that does remove stress.'' she said.