He knew even before he opened his eyes that the day was coming. Tomorrow was the day.
He felt tense, ready to spring. He eventually opened them, taking in the sunlight, he couldn't keep the scowl off his face as he sat up onto the edge of the bed. When had he started sweating? Did he have a nightmare he didn't remember? Wouldn't be the first time.
He shut his eyes for a moment, trying to calm his rapidly beating heart before standing up and heading to the shower. The water scorched his back but it did little to him.
He had been away on duty for five long years and had yet to actually think about what had happened before enlisting. This would be his first year that he would have nothing to focus on rather than the pain, nothing to block it all out and that scared him. How on earth would he cope? He had always been so busy, too busy, to think, to feel, to grieve and yet here he was, with nothing to help him and worse, he had Sherlock to deal with as well for he knew that the detective (consulting) would notice the difference and if bored (which was whenever he wasn't on a case) would pry. Or at the very least start deducing him to the point he would blow up on him and storm off.
And this was just him the day before, he couldn't possibly fathom the idea how he would be tomorrow.
He got out, drying himself he saw his state in the mirror. He took a deep breath as he looked over himself, he truly would have to try hard as he looked like he hadn't had much rest, looked antsy almost. He caught sight of his tattoo and couldn't help but frown as he quickly exited the restroom, got ready and headed to the kitchen, making himself a cuppa as he heard Sherlock play his violin. Soon enough he let the normality of the scene bring him off the edge.
"Any cases?" he asked pulling his laptop out, well the public one he let Sherlock see and use. He had a special one hidden in his room, right with his things from a life he wanted to forget but never would.
"No, nothing above a 5. It's so boring!" he said putting his instrument down.
John chuckled at that, his flat mate's antics always calmed him down. After a bit he opened up his e-mail to see if they had anything new to work on and of course he had a couple from readers. One in particular had pictures.
"What's that?"
He jumped, not having seen nor hear him move behind, "Just a potential case. But I dunno, seems kinda out there."
Sherlock cocked a brow as he looked the e-mail over, "He says ghosts did that just because the cars were locked?" He rolled his eyes, "Like such things exist. John, find me a real case, preferably a 9 or above." He stated simply before heading to the kitchen to work on an experiment.
John was relieved though he didn't show it as he went about looking but he couldn't focus. He was startled by Sherlock's mobile & he saw him groan at having to actually talk instead of txt.
"Yes? What is it? I'm very busy at the moment. Ok? How is that interesting at all?" insert exasperated sigh here, "Fine. I'll send John then. This a mere 6, you don't need me for a 6!" there was an obvious argument from the other side, "You can't make me and you have better not do another drugs bust, I don't think this street can handle Anderson lowering the IQ of its inhabitants any more than he already has….Fine. I shall take my very precious and needed time, time I could be spend working on actual important and entertaining things and go." With that he hung up looking positively put out.
"What was that?"
"Lestrade, something about a case where he's stumped. What else is new? Anyway, he say we need to meet him at the site, he'll txt me the address. Come along." He said, putting on his coat and scarf.
John groaned and for a moment thought about telling him that he hadn't eaten but knew nothing would come of that, Sherlock would simply tell him the faster they were out the faster they would be back. So with that he grabbed his jacket and headed off.
It took them close to an hour to get to the village where they needed to be only to be told that the crime scene was actually further ahead. Frustration increasing they headed until they reached a bridge. Once parked they made their way over, "Lets' make this quick, you've already wasted quite a bit of my time." He stated simply, heading over to the car where there was no body but plenty of blood.
"This is the sixth one, all male though they vary in age, income and car models. They don't all end up here, some of them end up on the actual road. One even fell into the river; that was the fourth one, but get this, none of the glass broke so the body couldn't have been swept away."
"Why are we just hearing about this?" asked John as he looked around.
"Locals thought they could handle it themselves then this happened, he was the mayor's son. Now its personal and they want whoever is doing this stopped."
"Yeah well, it's the mayor's son. Course they want whoever did it to be put behind bars." Ah, there was Anderson.
"Yes well, we would want justice on all the men who have died." Said John. He stared at the car, wondering just what it could be that would do this. His mind raced as he knew there was no logical reason for the keys to be in the car and it to be locked, with a missing boy that had clearly been hurt.
"Sherlock? Anything?"
He looked up frowning, "I found this," he pulled out a ring from underneath the seat, "What good is this?" he said looking at the diamond.
"Ah, I heard he was planning on popping the question." Came Lestrade's answer.
"The what?"
"It's when two people commit to each other for life and get married." Came John's reply.
"Now, why ever would you want to do that?" he stated simply before going back to the car, "This man was prideful. His model of the car suggests money which means his father most likely provided it. The ring is old but well kept, a family heirloom no doubt. It's something precious which means it wouldn't have ended under the seat for any reason. The fact that it's there suggest that either the attacker didn't see it and it fell during a struggle or they had no interest in it. My guess is the latter since we have five others. Where they all married?"
"Uh, I believe most of them, yeah. I can double check."
"Good. It's possible that may be what ties them together." He glanced around the front seats once more, "The fact that there wasn't much damage to the interior means there wasn't much of struggle…but the amount of blood is quite great. Tell me, who would you invite into your car?"
"Late at night? No one."
"Wrong. Clearly it's someone who appealed to all 6 men as they all picked her up."
"Are you saying a woman is doing this? How on earth could a woman be doing this? I mean, women are…well they're women!" came Andersons reply as he stood next to Lestrade.
"Anderson do shut up, clearly you can't even comprehend how your own like-minded gender thinks." Stated Sherlock. "Clearly these men were traveling alone, from what I read on the way here a few were even on the mobile when it suddenly lost signal. It's safe to say that she has a device to block out signals, taking the focus away from the mobile but not so much that they would question her too much. So they're speaking to someone, line goes dead and he catches site of her. He picks her up, still perplexed about the phone so he doesn't give her too much thought. I'd say she lives near here, most likely alone since she can sneak away at any given time and would need to have quite a bit of it to hide the bodies."
"So, you're saying a gorgeous girl is doing the killings, one who is strong enough to drag these heavy men somewhere far away to bury? Bit of a stretch, no?"
"Look for a woman whose marriage fell apart or husband performed adultery. She will be the one going after all these men, taking out her anger on them for the mistake he did with her. She will be young and considered beautiful, which will only fuel her anger because she will wonder why she wasn't good enough. That will feed into her thinking something is wrong with the men and not her and spur her killing sprees on." He carried on past the objection, "Anything else?"
"Until we catch her, stay nearby alright? We can provide a room and everything."
"Nonsense, we're only an hour away. I'm sure John and I can make the commute."
Under any normal circumstances he would have protested the drive back, an hour being too long and the idea of doing it again in the morning was a complete turn off. But throughout Sherlock's explanation it became clearer and clearer to John this wouldn't be a normal case, this was one of his cases and he would have to deal with it. So a trip home would be good because that meant he could, while Sherlock slept of course, pack his things and sneak them into the car. "Yeah, I have to agree with Sherlock, I think for tonight we should go home." He said surprising Sherlock momentarily.
"Suit yourself."
"Come along John."
With that he followed, glancing around the road, swearing internally that he saw a flicker of white.
I have discovered the awesomeness that is Sherlock. And I am addicted. Now, I will say I have not seen the third series but am working on getting it. Do I know what happens? Sorta. But this is AU so, yeah, I suppose its a moot point then.
I have also discovered the awesomeness that is Superlock as well as SuperWhoLock (though I don't think I can quite handle that) and while I've only seen up to Dean going to hell, I know what happens afterwards. Will the Winchesters make an appearance? Perhaps. Depends on what these possessed fingers type. And yes, this is the pilot story line for Supernatural but I'm taking creative freedom with how this blends.
Uh, I'm not witty nor clever so if I make Sherlock OOC, I do apologize. I will try my best to keep him in character.
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