Sherlock Hooves - A Study in Pinkie

Trotson sat on his bed and checked to see if he got any letters while he was walking. He pulled out the latest letter he got:

If brother has green ladder arrest brother.
SH

He didn't even know my IS code! Trotson thought, but after Sherlock's display today, Trotson thought he didn't need too. He looked over at his bookshelf. Sherlock Hooves... he started thinking. Where have I heard that name before. He walked over to his bookshelf and looked under "H" for Hooves. He scanned along the books, touching every spine with his fingers, then he found his book. "The Science of Deduction" Trotson read the title aloud. He opened the book and started reading.

A lone mare entered the room she was asked to meet in. There she saw the mare. The mare with the knife. She tried to reopen the door. It was locked. She turned back to the mare with the knife. And everything went black.

It was a cloudy day in Trotdon, but everyday was cloudy, so it didn't bother the ponies walking on the streets. Trotson walked down Baker Street until he found the door marked "221B". A cab pulled up near him and the unicorn known as Sherlock Hooves stepped out. "Hello" Sherlock greeted Trotson.

"Mr. Hooves!" exclaimed Trotson.

"Sherlock, please" Sherlock replied. Trotson knocked on the door.

"Must be expensive" he said.

"The landlady, Mrs. Hopson, gave me a special deal. Owes me a favor" Sherlock explained. "Few years back her husband got sentenced to the moon. I helped her out a bit".

"You stopped her husband from going to the moon?"

"Oh no, I ensured it!". The door swung open to reveal an old mare with a bluey-grey coat and a blond mane. "Sherlock!" the mare exclaimed as she hugged the said unicorn.

"Mrs. Hopson, Dr. John Trotson" Sherlock introduced the mare to Trotson.

"Come in!" Mrs. Hopson signaled us to come in.

The apartment was nice but not so cosy. There was two chairs, a coffee table, a couch, an assorted bookshelf, and a normal table. Trotson walked around to the kitchen. Apart from all the science equipment, it was a standard kitchen. Nothing special about it, apart from all the science equipment. "Well, this could be very nice" Trotson said as he sat down on one of the chairs.

"My thoughts precisely. It could be very nice" Sherlock agreed. Trotson spotted something weird on the single shelf in the room.

"There's a skull there" he said as he pointed to the weird thing.

"Friend of mine" Sherlock said as he turned to the skull. "Well, I say friend...".

"What do you think then Dr. Watson?" Mrs. Hopson asked. "There's another bedroom upstairs". Mrs. Hopson walked into the kitchen. "Sherlock, the mess you made" she said as she entered the kitchen.

"Found your book last night" Trotson told Sherlock.

"What did you think?" Sherlock asked.

"You said you could identify a IS designer by their tie and a Wonderbolt wannabe by their left foreleg" Trotson said in disbelief.

"Yes..." began Sherlock. "And I can read your military career in your face and your brothers drinking habbits in your IS".

"...How?" Trotson asked. Sherlock just turned away.

"What about these killings Sherlock?" Mrs. Hopson started. "Thought they'd be right up your street. Three exactly the same-"

"Four" Sherlock cut her off. "There's been a forth. But there's something different this time...". Listride came power troting into the door. "Where?" Sherlock asked.

"Maneston, Filly Gardens" Lestride answered.

"What's new about this one? You wouldn't of come to get me if there wasn't something new" Sherlock asked.

"You know how they never leave notes?" Lestride started. "This one did".

"Who's on forensics?" Sherlock asked, hopping to Celestia it wouldn't be...

"Canterson" Lestride answered. Sherlock sighed.

"Canterson won't work with me" Sherlock stated.

"Well he won't be your assistant!" Lestride exclaimed.

"I need an assistant!" Sherlock said sternly.

"Will you come?" Lestride asked with a sigh.

"Not in a police carriage, I'll be right behind" Sherlock answered.

"Thank you" Lestride said as he walked out the door. After they heard the door close, Sherlock jumped up and down in exictment.

"BRILLIANT!!!" he yelled. "Four serial killings and now a note! Ah, it's Hearth's Warming! Mrs. Hopson, I'll be late, and I'll need something to drink".

"I'm your landlady dear, not your housekeeper!" Mrs. Hopson told Sherlock.

"Something cold will do!" Sherlock stated, ignoring what Mrs. Hopson said. "Don't wait up!".

"Look at him, rushing about. I'll make you that cuppa, you rest your leg" Mrs. Hopson said to Trotson.

"DAMN MY LEG!!!!" Trotson yelled at the top of his lungs, but instantly apologized. "Sorry, I'm so sorry. It's just sometimes, this bloody thing..."

"I understand dear, I've got a hip" Mrs. Hopson replied.

"Cup of tea would be lovely, thank you" Trotson said, picking up the newspaper.

"Just this once dear, I'm not your housekeeper" Mrs. Hopson stated again.

"You're a doctor" Trotson turned to see Sherlock standing there. "In fact you're an military doctor".

"Yes" Trotson replied as he stood up.

"Any good?" Sherlock asked, knowing the answer.

"Very good" Trotson replied, not knowing where this was going.

"Seen a lot of injuries then. Violent deaths and such"

"Yes"

"Bit of trouble to, no?"

"Yes. Enough for a lifetime" Sherlock grinned.

"Want to see some more?"

"Oh Celestia, yes" and with that, they both were out the door. "Sorry Mrs. Hopson, I'll skip the tea!".

"You both heading out?" Mrs. Hopson asked, poking her head out from her bedroom.

"4 killings. Possible serial killer. I've been sitting at home and now there's something to do!"

"Look at you, all happy about a serial killer. It's not normal" Mrs. Hopson stated the obvious.

"Who cares about normal? The game, Mrs. Hudson, is on!" Sherlock replied, and then they were out of 221B Baker Street. Sherlock called for a taxi, and off they were to the crime scene.