*Sherlock* Detective Meets Detective.

[Emma Jackson]

Emma's outfit[/color]
Emma was tracking that criminal. He was here, she knew it. He had a base somewhere around here. His name was Jake Smith, and Emma was pretty sure she knew where he'd be hiding. Whatever he was planning, she would stop him. She knew that. Suddenly, she looked forward and realized she had very nearly walked into someone. She had just about avoided it though. "Sorry about that." Emma apologized. "I wasn't paying any attention to where I was going. Guess I got too distracted. Sorry again!"

[Sherlock Holmes]

Sherlock had been told by a member of the Homeless netwrok that there was a local criminal in a certain area of London, wanted by the police and active. So ofcourse, Sherlock had waisted no time heading out of 221B Baker Street and catching a taxi to the area. Hopefully this would be sorted out in an hour. This appeared to be one of those boring criminals, who couldn't think of a good crime and way to hide from the detectives who followed them. So far, the main interesting cases had been brought about by Moriarty, the spider at the center of the web.

Of course, last year, 'Sherlock' had died and so had Moriarty. Then, when Sherlock once again revealed himself as alive, it had not been long for his enemy to reappear, showing Sherlock that he had made a mistake. That Moriarty had not kill himself for the game. That did prove slightly annoying, but Sherlock was always on the look out for Moriarty's next plan, hopeful that something interesting and woarthy of his brain power might make itself known soon. The fact that so many people were stupid left very little for those with actual brain to solve. Mycroft probably rounded up all the really interesting and dangerous ones before Sherlock even got a chance.

As the taxi stoped, Sherlock paid the driver and stepped out. Almost immediately someone almost bumped into him. The detective turned his icy blue gaze to rest on the stranger. "Sorry about that." She didn't appear to be rushing to a place, but probably looking for someone. Obviously not children as it was apparent that she was not a mother, that slightly altered the figure. But it did appear that she did look after a child from the small stains and tears in the clothing.

As he scanned over the stranger, Sherlock noticed that she was also a detective. In the corner of her pocket was the identification, so she could stop anyone she thought was a criminal. The usual poise. Searching for the same person as he was, obviously. "I wasn't paying any attention to where I was going. Guess I got too distracted. Sorry again!" "Not a very good thing when you are searching for someone." Shrelock commented cooly as he regarded the plain clothes detective, wondering whether he should simply decide to step aside.

[Emma Jackson]

Emma blinked. "You've got a point, but actually I got distracted by the person I was looking for." He was a detective. She'd seen him in papers. He made experiments, apparently, and lived with a doctor named John Watson. She suddenly heard a shout and turned to see Jake himself, running away. She turned back to the man, who she knew was Sherlock Holmes. "Gotta go, it was nice meeting you!" she said, and then she broke into a run after Jake. She caught him in a matter of moments. She began to text the police, after having him cornered, but just as she finished sending it and putting her phone back, Jake pointed a gun at her. She raised her eyebrows, not afraid at all.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Sherlock's gaze now flickered around the area, as he had now finished making deductions about the detective. His eyes lit upon the criminal of whom he had been told of. As far as Sherlock was aware, he had not seen either of them yet. But it was only a matter of time before that changed. The criminal was constantly looking around, nervous. He expected to be caught. Not something that was good for a criminal. They needed to be able to act. "You've got a point, but actually I got distracted by the person I was looking for." Sherlock gave a nod. "I've noticed." He said, turning his attention back to the detective.

An exclamation of shock sounds out across the street and Sherlock knew without even looking that it was from the criminal. "Gotta go, it was nice meeting you!" That was brief. Not something that Sherlock minded, but she was going the wrong way to catch him. yes she would catch up with him, but she would not be in a good vantage point. Giving a sigh, Sherlock headed off in the other direction, disappearing into an alley, before leaping a few walls and getting ahead of jake, who was now cornered in another alley. Sherlock was on top of a higher roof, although it would be no problem to jump down.

Movement caught his eyes and he saw the detective appear, texting the police. He would see how this playd out. When she needed help, he would jump in. But fornow, neither of them were aware of his presence. Sherlock watched carefully. The criminal wasn't as panciked as others would be in a situation. He either had a knife, gun or back up. From his vantage point, Sherlock could see no back up. And there was no easy way to escape. So it had to be a weapon.

[Emma Jackson]

So Jake shot. Emma moved, but the shot his her in the shoulder. She didn't wince. But, Jake pushed past her to get away, only to see the police were there. They tried to handcuff him and he ducked out, managing a get away. Emma tried to get up to go after him, but the police told her to stay still. She huffed, but said nothing. She winced as pain shot through her whole arm when she touched her shoulder.

[Sherlock Holmes]

And there it was. The weapon, a gun. Sherlock watched as the criminal shot the detective and the bullet hit her in the shoulder. The interesting thing was she didn't wince. Bullet wounds could be painful and sometimes they lead to other problems. Such as John's previous pscosymatic limp. But Sherlock doubted the detective would get that. The situation wasn't traumerting enough for such a situation to occure. Still, she let the criminal push past her, who then managed to get past the rest of the police who were just arriving on the scene. Baffled and ignorant as ever.

Moving, Sherlock moved over the roof tops, getting ahead of the criminal, aware of what route was the most probable and always keeping an eye out, incase he changed directions. But things went as planned and as Sherlock jumped wall, dashed out an aley, he collided with jake, removed the gun and tripped the criminal up. All of that was done with ease and Sherlock held the man down as he waited for the police to arrive, handing over the gun the the officer who asked for it. They did not complain about Sherlock disarming him, because Sherlock was wearing his gloves, which stopped his fingerprints interfering with the fingerprint analysis.

Getting up as the police took the criminal, Jake, away, Sherlock was ushered over to the wounded detective who was wearing an orange towl for shock. Aparently they would both need to file in a report on the matter. Sherlock hated those. At some point he was going to have to speak to Mycroft about those. The British Government should be able to make some changes so Sherlock didn't need to get stuck in the boring aspect of catching criminals. Still, he would have to wait until they brought him the paper to write on.

[Emma Jackson]

Emma, who had watched all of this, was impressed. When Sherlock was ushered over, she gave a tiny smile. She was in slight pain, but took care not to show it. She hated it when people fawned around her if she was hurt, it made her feel crowded. And she hated this, too. "Nice work. I'm impressed. No wonder you are always in the papers." Emma said, giving the detective a little nod.

[Sherlock Holmes]

"Nice work. I'm impressed. No wonder you are always in the papers." Sherlock looked over at the detective who he had been informed was Emma Jackson. "It was not that complicated. Simple, actually." He commented. "I wonder how your nephew will cope with you injured." Sherlock commented. The child she had to look after must be that connection, seeing as she was not a mother and not young enough to have a cousin of that age. Possible godchild, but unlikely. And based on the small details left by the child, a boy.

Looking ahead, Sherlock's gaze flickered over each one of the policemen and women, trying to calm the public down, assure them that everything was fine. One would think that they might get used to tbe fact that London was not a safe place to live. But aparently they did not adapt to this knowledge. Just the way that they always remainded boring. "They'll make us wait ages before handing voer the paperwork." Sherlock observed. he could hear the siren of an ambulance coming. They were probably going to bandage the wound on Detective Jackson.

Silently, Sherlock's fingers tapped away, impatiently, he hated these things, and he got out his phone and texted John, telling him not to worry. It would probably be on the news soon, seeing as there had been a gun shot and the detective did not want his flat mate to panic and get a taxi all the way here. Then it would probably be yet another thing on the blog. Although this one was so simple, Sherlock doubted that it would appear, even if John heard about it. Then again, John had put up one of the unsolved cases. Humans did lead strange and boring lives.

[Emma Jackson]

Emma nodded. Then she shrugged. "I don't think he'll see, actually I know he won't. He worries a lot, and I won't let him." Then she heard ambulance sirens and groaned, getting to her feet. "Just great. I hate all that fuss. I'm fine." she said, sighing in annoyance. When the ambulance people came over, she just asked if they could give her some tweezers and a bandage. They did. She got out the bullet, gave the tweezers back and bandaged her arm herself. Then she thanked them, and glanced at Sherlock. "Won't your colleague be worrying about you?" she asked. She had heard about how John was, getting quite worried at times.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Sherlock was perfectly calm, despite the commotion that had gone on and it appeared that he went through such actions every day. "I don't think he'll see, actually I know he won't. He worries a lot, and I won't let him." Sherlock watched her, with his cold eyes. Still, it was possible that he would figure it out if it were on the news, that was if the boy watched the news. But most boys don't watch the news, Sherlock had done so when he was young. But everyone else was stupid and dull.

"Just great. I hate all that fuss. I'm fine." Sherlock lifted an eyebrow at that. "But you do need to remove the bullet, clean the wound and then bandage it. The whole thing is reasonable." Sherlock replied, coldly, aware that being shot usually lead to those shorts of things. "You should be thankful that their not rushing you to hospital." He added. She probably was getting away with staying here because she needed to give a report. And she was incredibly lucky that they allowed her to fish out the bullet and fix the wound. When Sherlock had been shot in the army and escaped to his house, a model had wanted to remove the bullet instead of letting him.

"Won't your colleague be worrying about you?" Sherlock looked back over to Detective Jackson, his gaze slghtly confused. "Why would he be woried? I just texted him telling him not towrry and there has been a lot worse and more complicated." The detective did not see why John would be worried at all. Looking back out at the police, Sherlock hoped that soon they would hand over the papers so he didn't have to wait too long. This was boring.

[Emma Jackson]

"Well, yeah. I hate being fussed over though, especially if it's no big deal." Emma replied. She watched him for a moment, then shrugged. "Well, he's a big worrier, that's what I've heard." she countered. It could be rumors, but sometimes they weren't. It was hard to tell. Emma moved her gaze to the police, who were chatting away and seemed to have forgotten about the two detectives. That was just so typical of them. They could be so stupid at times.

[Sherlock Holmes]

"Well, yeah. I hate being fussed over though, especially if it's no big deal." Sherlock's gaze didn't return to the detective but he gave a small nod. "People seem to want to fuss over thoes who have been wounded. Especially by gun shots." Sherlock commented. It was rather annoying, but nothing that they could help. Humans just happened to act like that. Sherlock had some idea that Emma would be similar if someone else was shot. Everyone was stupid like that. Either way, hopefully a new problem would present itself and be worthy of the consulting detective's brain power.

"Well, he's a big worrier, that's what I've heard." Sherlock frowned, unaware of this. Yes, John often tried to come to Sherlock's help. Even when Sherlock had not asked for it. Such as their first case together, where John had shot the cabby driver, not that anyone knew that. "The press overexagerate things." Sherlock commented, they always seemed to be doing that. As well as making lies to suit them. Such as the time before his death when they had called him a fake. Then there was that problem of them asociating him with that annoying ear hat.

[Emma Jackson]

Emma shrugged. "I guess you're right. Well, I'm not one of those people so I don't know why they do it." she commented. "Well, you've got a point there, but I'm pretty sure they weren't lying. He only worries because he cares about you, though." Emma explained. He probably already knew that but that didn't matter. She was only pointing it out because she sometimes just did that, she had no idea why but it was a habit of hers and she couldn't seem to give it up, no matter how hard she tried to.

[Sherlock Holmes]

"I guess you're right. Well, I'm not one of those people so I don't know why they do it." Sherlock looked at Detective Jackson with some interest, not many people didn't worry about others. Even Sherlock had worried about John's safety at times, during the points were a gun was probably being pointed towards his head. Sherlock even had the suspision that Mycroft worried about Sherlock, if only because he had probably promised Mother. Or worrying that Sherlock might prove to be a problem for the British Government and secret service. Mycroft was like that. So if one of them were wounded, there would be some worry.

"Well, you've got a point there, but I'm pretty sure they weren't lying. He only worries because he cares about you, though." Sherlock looked ahead, staring out at the people moving across the street, the police looking around for any sign of what had just happened. Not bothering to give the papers to Sherlock and Detective Jackson. Sherlock seriously needed to talk to Mycroft about this. For all Sherlock knew, Mycroft made sure that Sherlock had to go through all of this, just to annoy him. For good measure, Sherlock briefly glared at one of the security cameras trained on him.

"Either way, he shouldn't be worried at the moment. This is nothing new or major." Sherlock replied, wondering what would happen if he decided just to get up and walk away. He didn't think that Detective Jackson would have such luck, even with the orange blanket. When Sherlock had the orange blanket he had managed to escape from being questioned until the next day. It probably wouldn't be too hard to worm his way out of this.

[Emma Jackson]

Emma nodded. "Okay." And finally, the police brought the papers over and began instructing what to do. Emma rolled her eyes. "I've done these things before you know. I get it."[/color[ she then began to work, writing in her neat handwriting all the things she needed to. Emma knew exactly what to do, how to do it, and such, because she'd done these papers many times before and was an expert now, but only because she'd been working at them from all the years of being a detective. Suddenly, just as she handed the finished paper to the policeman, a car door slammed and she heard little footsteps running towards her. She knelt down and Charlie hugged Emma tightly. Emma hugged him back. "I was scared you'd be dead..." Charlie said. "I'm fine, squirt, I'm just fine." Emma grinned.