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John sighed as he hurried up the steps to the apartment, carrying several bags at once. Thankfully the door, as always, was open. He hurried into the kitchen to set all the bags down. It then dawned on him that Sherlock hadn't been yelling about his boredom.
John shrugged at took the time to put the groceries away in peace for once. He smiled as he wasn't bombarded with Sherlock's checklist. He had just finished when Sherlock made his appearance. John looked over stunned, mentally slapping himself for thinking how good Sherlock looked.
"What's the occasion?" John asked as Sherlock's phone rang. Sherlock answered it.
"Come on, we have a case," Sherlock commented straightening out his cuffs before grabbing his jacket.
"Is that a new suit?" John asked curiously.
"No," Sherlock replied putting his scarf on.
"So you just don't wear it often," John figured.
"It would appear I'm rubbing off on you," Sherlock commented with a small smile. "Hurry up, it's a gory one." He added with a smile taking off down the stairs. John sighed and grabbed his recently discarded jacket. By the time he got outside Sherlock had already hailed a cab.
"So what's the case?" John questioned slipping into the cab.
"Man found dead, with a 6 inch hole in his chest." Sherlock replied. "No identification, no blood at the scene, and no leads they could pick up on."
"A 6 inch hole?" John asked shocked. Sherlock nodded. "What could do that?"
"I have a few theories," Sherlock replied. John just nodded looking out the window. He left Sherlock to his thoughts.
"It looks like your address is a crime scene," The cabbie commented as the cab came to a stop. "I can drop you somewhere else if you would like." He added.
"It is none of your concern," Sherlock replied opening the door. John followed with a smile while sliding the cabbie the fair.
"Freak," Sally greeted. John sighed attempting to keep his temper under control.
"Where's the body?" Sherlock replied. Sally took off without a word. "You seem upset Donovan, things between you and Anderson not going well?" He asked with a small smile. Sally sent him a glare.
"I'm guessing that has something to do with the woman Anderson is talking to," John commented lightly. Sherlock let out a chuckle.
"Freaks," Sally snorted as Lestrade stepped out of the ally way.
"Sherlock," Lestrade greeted.
"Lestrade, the body?" He asked with a smile.
"Sherlock!" A woman's voice called out. Sherlock turned with a confused look on his face. John turned to see a young woman in a perfectly tailored red coat running over. John couldn't help but smile at the shocked Anderson behind her.
"Sherlock," She added coming to a stop and hugging the tall detective. John noticed for a moment that Sherlock hugged her back briefly before dropping his hands. The woman kissed him on the cheek. John was shocked to feel a pain in his stomach. He ignored it by enjoying the bewildered looks on Anderson and Sally's faces.
"I thought we were meeting at the restaurant," Sherlock commented. John almost laughed out loud by Anderson's jaw dropping.
"I got bored," She replied with a pout. "John, I've heard all about you," She added with a wink towards John.
"I have a case," Sherlock sighed.
"Really, I'll be quite then," The young woman smiled with no intention of leaving.
"Bodies this way," Lestrade commented slowly nodding towards the alley. Sherlock followed him and the young woman fell back next to John.
They both watched as Sherlock circled the body, it did have a large whole through the man's chest allowing them all to see the concrete he was laying on. The area around in under did seem to be clean of blood. After a quick motion from Sherlock, John stepped forward to inspect the body.
"Blunt force trauma to the head, but from the state it was after death. Defensive wounds on the arms and hands, the large hole in his chest would be my guess at cause of death." John commented.
"Any idea at what cause this?" Lestrade asked.
"An incorrectly used ranesur," Sherlock replied.
"A rane-what?" Lestrade asked.
"It's a kind of pole weapon," The young woman commented. "He probably attached it to a hand drill to create the hole." She added before catching Sherlock's glare. "Sorry," She commented closing her mouth.
"Technically speaking it isn't a ranesur unless it is on a pole," Sherlock corrected. "He is a single unemployed smoking drinker; he lives within mile and has been missing for a week."
"But he didn't match any of the reports," Lestrade commented.
"He lives alone so there would be no one to report him missing," John connected. Sherlock nodded moving out of the ally.
"I'd check the nearest unemployment office, ask for anyone who stopped showing up," The young woman commented. John saw Sherlock roll his eyes as they walked off.
"May I ask who that was?" John asked as he struggled to keep up with the taller man's long strides.
"No," Sherlock replied.
"But you're meeting her at a restaurant," John stated. "Like a date," He added.
"Why does it matter?" Sherlock asked. "After all, you've stated many times that you are straight." He snapped.
"Don't worry, he's just cranky I crashed his crime scene," The young woman smiled catching up to him. "I couldn't resist," She added to John.
"Was it really necessary?" Sherlock snapped.
"Yes, did you see Anderson's face?" She smiled. John laughed remembering Anderson's dumbstruck face.
"It was quite amusing," Sherlock smiled throwing his hand out for a cab. "I'll see you at the flat," Sherlock nodded to John as a cab pulled up.
"And I suppose we will be meeting again," The young woman commented with a wave as she slid into the cab after Sherlock. She waved as the cab drove off.
It left John with only two questions. Who the hell was she? And what was she doing with Sherlock?
She is an idea that I've been wanting to write down for a while. Since this idea is blocking my other ideas, so here she is. Next chapter should be up by the end of the week. Feel welcome to guess who she is or review!