One hell of a pissed off DI
One day of seeing Sherlock and he had been lead around town, the target of a psychopath, drugged, left behind and worse of all, someone drank his bloody coffee! That pissed him off more than anything. Though at least they have the suspects jumper, not that it did much. It wasn't much evidence and what was he meant to do with it.
Well, return it to psycho-boys lover. In a manner of speaking.
It was easy to find Sherlocks place, he had been left contact information for the man and while it was hastily scribbled down, he easily followed the directions.
Knocking the door, Peter stood outside 221B Baker Street, looking very pissed off with a rather awful jumper in his hands. Really? What was Moriarty thinking with this shade of purple?
Well, return it to psycho-boys lover. In a manner of speaking.
It was easy to find Sherlocks place, he had been left contact information for the man and while it was hastily scribbled down, he easily followed the directions.
Knocking the door, Peter stood outside 221B Baker Street, looking very pissed off with a rather awful jumper in his hands. Really? What was Moriarty thinking with this shade of purple?