I'm going to try my hardest at this story! It's my second multichapter. The first one didn't go so well. Please enjoy the first chapter!
It was 7 A.M. on a Saturday. The flat was filled with soft snores from up above and the clinking of beakers down below. The sound of cars and people drifted in from outside. Sherlock was testing the reactions of different acids on flesh when his phone broke the peaceful quiet. It was Lestrade. Jumping quickly, nearing tripping, he picked it up from the coffee table.
"What is it?" Sherlock was grinning behind his words. He hasn't had a case in weeks. The only fun he had was when he drove John up the wall with his boredom.
"We need you to come in. This case might peak your interest." Lestrade sounded stressed. Just from his tone, he knew this one with be worth looking at. This one was keeping him up all night.
"What's the location?" Sherlock was heading upstairs to wake up the sleeping doctor, not wanting to leave him behind like last time.
"The two bodies are at St. Bart's. You are gonna want to look at them first."
"We will be there in a half hour." Sherlock hung up and lightly pushed the door open. John's hair was sticking up, but it wasn't one of his worse bed heads. He was wrapped up in a warm blanket cocoon, in a deep sleep. Lightly shaking his shoulder, John was woken up and seemed very upset.
"Sherlock? What is it? It's too early."
He could hear the slight anger behind Jonh's voice. Obviously John didn't get a good night's sleep. Probably another nightmare. Plus, it was his first day off in several weeks.
"There's a case John! Come on!" Sherlock was bounding down the stairs, putting on his coat and scarf. Seeing John come down in his pajama pants and no shirt made him stop instantly. John started to blush and he crossed his arms over his chest before quickly heading into the kitchen.
"I need my tea and toast before we go. Maybe you should join me." John turned the kettle on and put bread in the toaster as Sherlock bounced on his heels. He started to pace as his blogger sipped his tea and spread jam on the toast. He couldn't wait any longer. Turning to yell at him to hurry, he was met with bread being shoved in his mouth.
"When you finish that we will go." Sherlock chewed as fast as his jaw could move, seeing John smile made him slow down slightly. After swallowing, he grabbed John and pushed him upstairs.
"Go get dressed. And fast." Sherlock ran down the stairs and waited silently by the door. He texted Lestrade to let him know that they were on their way. Soon the short man stumbled down, patting his hair flat. John followed him out the door slowly, still waking up. Catching the first cab he saw, the two men piled in, heading over to the hospital.
Molly met them outside the morgue with a small smile on her face, yet she seemed a little nervous. Sherlock made his way straight in and over to the first body, completely ignoring her. John apologized for his behavior and they started to chat. They were way too loud for him to concentrate.
"Be quiet! For crying out loud, I'm trying to think!" Sherlock huffed and got out his pocket magnifying glass, not seeing the shocked face on Molly and the rolled eyes from John.
The first victim's name was Will Jamison. His age was 34 and he was an English teacher. He never married but was in a serious relationship with the science teacher in the same school. He had lived in London his whole life.
Sherlock noticed his veins were pronounced and filled with a blue liquid. He took a sample to bring to the lab later. The man's eyes were glowing blue and seemed to be swirling around with white. As he was in the middle of examining a small puncture to the chest, Greg walked in.
"Hello Sherlock. Thanks for coming." Lestrade was forcing a small smile.
He huffed in reply. "Just give me the information so you can go home and sleep. You're no use when you're on no sleep and exhausted." Sherlock went back to the hole in the man's chest with a pair of tweezers.
"The two victims were found in an alley. No blood anywhere. No prints either. You've probably already noticed the veins and eyes. Interesting enough, their eyes aren't blue. Will's are supposed to be brown and Jenny's eyes here are supposed to be green." Sherlock made his way over to Jenny Evans' body. She was in the same condition as Will. Greg continued on. "The small wounds in their chests don't puncture any organs or bleed out. There's no sign of bleeding from their bodies. We don't have any cause of death."
Sherlock straightened his back and jumped with glee. "Finally! Something interesting!" John gave him the "a bit not good" look and he slowly came to a calm stop. He noticed John holding back a chuckle. Sherlock rushed out and down to the lab to test the blue substance from the veins, leaving the three giggling at the excited detective, acting much the same as a child given a piece of candy.
I hope you liked it :D Please review and let me know what you think. And if I should continue it.