The Science Of Deduction

I'm Sherlette Holmes, the world's only consulting detective.

Not a private detective, I don't want to be bothered by petty affair cases.

I observe what others don't and solve crimes.
I work with the Yard at times when they're out of their depth-which is always.
I also take private cases, make sure they're interesting though-I only choose the interesting ones.
I'm not going to go into detail about how I do what I do, because chances are you wouldn't understand.




(OOC-This is an independent RP blog, I am not in anyway affiliated with Sherlock BBC, ACD or Emily Blunt.)

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letsbeadventurers:

Queen | Somebody To Love

Can anybody find me somebody to love?
Each morning I get up I die a little
Can barely stand on my feet
Take a look in the mirror and cry
Lord what you’re doing to me
I have spent all my years in believing you
But I just can’t get no relief,
Lord!
Somebody, somebody
Can anybody find me somebody to love?

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shootingwalls:

Joan shook her head, still smirking, the amusement dancing throughout her face. “Assistance is a synonym for help, dear. Admit it. You need our help.” After a few seconds she shrugged, pointing towards the open laptop on the desk, “Knock yourselves out. 
She tried to hold back a laugh at Sherlette’s face when she read what was displayed on the screen.

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Sherlock made an annoyed, growling sound in the back of his throat. “This isn’t funny what did you do to it?” He directed the question at John, who shook his head. 
“I didn’t do anything to it,” he said. “You two sure you don’t need help?”  

Sherlette sighed and rolled her eyes in response to Joan’s sniggering at John’s comments. 


"You know what John? I’m enjoying this. Aren’t you?" She was still smiling as she sat back further in Sherlette’s chair, clutching her tea cup closer to her chest. 

"Just explain the stupid multi-verse theory." Sherlette hissed. 
 

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shootingwalls:

sh-thescienceofdeduction:

shootingwalls:

Sherlette skipped the tea but stood awkwardly for a few seconds as though she was contemplating sitting on the arm of her armchair beside Joan, but decided against it at the furious expression on Joan’s face. She settled to sit on the sofa, looked around carefully-everything was the same as it had been, well minus the two alternate versions of her and Joan. “Is this what your apartment looks like too?” She directed the question towards Sherlock, while still looking between Joan and John. I’m not high.

Joan cast a glance across at John, “Maybe we were right.” She mumbled, turning in her chair towards both Sherlock and Sherlette, “Because you both do that hideously annoying thing of ‘well we know what’s going on, everyone else in the room does too.’” It was clear she was annoyed, “When I woke up this morning I was not expecting this.” She waved her arms around the room, her forehead creasing. “Wait-where did you two meet? You both showed up together?” She looked across at John, “We both kind of walked into the living room at the same time, me from the Kitchen, he from the stairs.” She sighed, glancing over at the broken glass and wet floor. 
Scared the living life out of me.  

Sherlock looked around the flat. “Our flat looks exactly like this,” he said to Sherlette, before turning back to John and Joan. “We meet at Bart’s, she was there before I was,” he looked down at the mess on the floor, lips quirking up slightly in amusement. “We figured this had something to do with that multiverse thing you two bored us with,” He looked to John, who smirked at him. 

That ‘pointless rubbish,’ you mean?” He said. “I thought you deleted that, Sherlock.”  Sherlock glared at his friend. 

Sherlette was watching Joan carefully, frowning slightly. 
“We did.” She said quietly, almost to herself, hating herself for it.

“Oh.” Joan said as a smirk identical to John’s appeared on her face and she smiled over at him. “So…you two are asking us for help?”  

John looked like he was about to start laughing at them. Sherlock huffed, crossing his arms. 
“We’re asking you for your assistance,” He said. “Though we don’t really need it, I’m sure the information we need is online.”  

Joan shook her head, still smirking, the amusement dancing throughout her face. “Assistance is a synonym for help, dear. Admit it. You need our help.” After a few seconds she shrugged, pointing towards the open laptop on the desk, “Knock yourselves out. 
She tried to hold back a laugh at Sherlette’s face when she read what was displayed on the screen.

Google cannot currently connect to the internet. 

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Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees

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Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees

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shootingwalls:

Sherlette skipped the tea but stood awkwardly for a few seconds as though she was contemplating sitting on the arm of her armchair beside Joan, but decided against it at the furious expression on Joan’s face. She settled to sit on the sofa, looked around carefully-everything was the same as it had been, well minus the two alternate versions of her and Joan. “Is this what your apartment looks like too?” She directed the question towards Sherlock, while still looking between Joan and John. I’m not high.

Joan cast a glance across at John, “Maybe we were right.” She mumbled, turning in her chair towards both Sherlock and Sherlette, “Because you both do that hideously annoying thing of ‘well we know what’s going on, everyone else in the room does too.’” It was clear she was annoyed, “When I woke up this morning I was not expecting this.” She waved her arms around the room, her forehead creasing. “Wait-where did you two meet? You both showed up together?” She looked across at John, “We both kind of walked into the living room at the same time, me from the Kitchen, he from the stairs.” She sighed, glancing over at the broken glass and wet floor. 
Scared the living life out of me.  

Sherlock looked around the flat. “Our flat looks exactly like this,” he said to Sherlette, before turning back to John and Joan. “We meet at Bart’s, she was there before I was,” he looked down at the mess on the floor, lips quirking up slightly in amusement. “We figured this had something to do with that multiverse thing you two bored us with,” He looked to John, who smirked at him. 

That ‘pointless rubbish,’ you mean?” He said. “I thought you deleted that, Sherlock.”  Sherlock glared at his friend. 

Sherlette was watching Joan carefully, frowning slightly. 
"We did." She said quietly, almost to herself, hating herself for it.

"Oh." Joan said as a smirk identical to John’s appeared on her face and she smiled over at him. "So…you two are asking us for help?"  

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