This idea occurred to me in a dream (as do most of my stories. One day I'll write them all down). No flames please!

Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock. Wish I did, but I don't. :(

Sherlock stared absent-mindedly at the ceiling. He had had no case for a week, and he was getting increasingly bored with the callers that came to his door moaning about their marriages, or the 'suspicious looking man next door'. Surely, he thought, people were given eyes for a reason. But that's what he found so annoying, how people look but do not observe. He was also annoyed with the amount of blogging John did about any half interesting cases. So, all in all, this week had not been all the best for Sherlock Holmes. So when the phone began to ring, instead of shouting to John or Mrs Hudson to pass it to him, he jumped up and leapt, quite literally, across the room, knocking over the armchair in the process, much to John's amusement.
'Hello?' Sherlock answered the phone.
'Sherlock, I think you should see this' Molly's voice replied to him.
'Ah, hello Molly. Anything interesting happening with the dead people?'
'That's why I called. I need you to take a look at this body that's just arrived. Its really…'
But Sherlock had heard enough. With a 'be there in five' he hung up the phone, and went to grab his coat, falling over the armchair now lying on the floor. 'Ok, who leaves chairs lying on the floor?'
'Sherlock..' John started to reply, but Sherlock ignored him.
'I could have broken my neck!'
'Sherlock…' again, he was ignored.
'its really very irresponsible..'
'YOU where the one who knocked it over!' John shouted. Sherlock looked at him.
'oh, yes, yes I was. why didn't you tell me? Anyway, down to business….' He grabbed his coat and scarf, '..Molly needs me to go and look at a strange body. You coming?'
'Well, yes, of course I am.' John closed his laptop and put on his coat, as Sherlock ran out of the door.

'That is disgusting' stated John, looking down at the corpse.
You may wonder why said corpse was so 'disgusting'. The answer, there was a gaping hole in the victims chest, where the heart was meant to be. But the heart was not there.
'This is all very Snow White isn't it. ''when you have taken her into the forest, you will kill her, and bring me back her heart'' and all that jazz.'
'So, what does that tell us about the killer?' John asked, looking towards Sherlock. Sherlock examined the corpse, seeing every tiny detail from the corpses natural blonde hair to the chipped nail varnish on her right index finger.
'That he likes fairy tales,' Sherlock muttered.
'This is Rosemary Taylor. Born 2nd December 1993. Just turned 18. Twin sister to Holly Taylor. Daughter to….'
'ok, we don't need to know the boring details, thank you Molly.' Sherlock looked up. 'you've cut your hair. It suits you'
Molly smiled. 'Thank you.'
'where was the body found?' asked John.
'in an alley off Oxford Street. She'd been shopping with her friends as a birthday party. Her friends never saw what happened…'
'Are her friends still here?' Sherlock asked.
'Two of them are, yes. Sophia Young and…..'
'Again, Molly, No need for the useless details. Now John, you stay here with Molly and do you're doctor-y stuff. I'm going to talk to the friends'
'Sherlock, do remember that their friend has just been murdered. Tone it down a bit, will you?' John always worried slightly when Sherlock interrogated. He was never very tactful. He turned to Molly. 'Shall we?'

The two teenagers where in the waiting room. One was tanned, with bleach-blonde hair. The other, the smaller of the two, had long, red hair and pale skin. Shopping bags lay around their feet as they sat with their head in their hands. Sherlock walked in and spotted them. He approached them. None of them seemed to acknowledge his existence. He pulled up a chair and sat in front of them. It wasn't until he spoke that they looked up.

'What happened when Rosemary Taylor was murdered? Tell me everything.'

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