A/N: I don't own any of the Elementary characters I am not making any money from writing this.
Please forgive any minor spelling or grammar mistakes, English is not my native language.
I know, I know, working on another story when I already have one Elementary story in progress... I heard that second episode of third season of Elementary will be entitled "The Five Orange Pips" and I just couldn't resist writing a fic about that because I had been considering that for weeks before I found out about that episode! That freaked me out at first. I look forward to see how many things that I write here will happen in the episode. Don't worry, I am going to finish "Into the Forest" soon and also publish a prequel to this story (an actual sequel to "Into the Forest").
OC Actor/Actresses
Jenny Monroy=Diane Huntigton
David Snow=Mike O'Malley
Tommy Snow=Breckin Meyer
Genna Kroger=Jodie Sweetin Shanna Jones=Kelle Stewart
Brenda Snow=Sierra McCorick
Jesse Bloom=Frankie Muniz
Mark Melnick=Gary Sinise
Emily Melnick=Megyn Price
Joan groaned, feeling even more frustrated. Sherlock was trying to convince her to go on a round of morning boxing for days, and when she finally agreed and went for a round, it wasn't turning out well for her. Two rounds and still no progression. Not to mention that she took more punches than she gave. Sherlock was just standing near by in silence, watching. She wasn't sure would she prefer him to talk or not.
Distracted with her thoughts, Joan unknowingly dropped her guard. When she noticed her fist screaming towards her face, it was too late. She groaned at the punch, her eyesight blurring for a moment. Joan felt rage boiling inside of her, pain that she felt slowly being replaced by a feeling of numbness. She tried to kick her in the chest, but she managed to move away.
When a woman tried to take a swing at her, Joan immediately noticed that she didn't think that move through and was still, and saw her chance. She successfully moved away and, before the woman was able to take a swing at her again, punched her square in the face with all of her strength. Woman almost lost balance, but didn't fall down. Before she was able to fight back or even realize what happened, Joan kicked her opponent in the stomach. She ended up winning that battle.
She went off the stage, smiling at almost shocked look on Sherlock's face. "What?", she asked.
"That was... impressive", Sherlock admitted.
She shrugged. "Well, your departure gave me lot of energy build up for such activities."
Sherlock nodded his head as Joan went to the locker room. "I should have seen that coming", he mumbled to himself.
#
It was a nice, sunny morning in suburban area of Queens, New York. A woman named Jenny Monroy was sitting at the dining room table opposite to her wife, Daniele. Jenny was eating her breakfast, a bowl of cereal, while Molly was feeding their daughter, Molly. They still had about ten minutes left before Jenny had to go work.
"She seems quite hungry today", Jenny commented. Daniele smiled. "Yea..."
They both heard some sort of a noise coming from the other end of the house, but they ignored it.
"Coming home late today too, don't you?", Daniele asked.
Jenny shrugged. "Probably..."
There was that noise again. "What is that?", Jenny commented and went to the back door to check things out. Daniele continued feeding their baby.
Suddenly, two shots were heard. Daniele jumped in her chair, her blood running cold. Molly started crying. Daniele embraced her, trying to calm her down, and grabbed her phone...
#
Within half an hour, Sherlock and Joan were on the scene, together with captain Gregson and Marcus Bell. Jenny was lying lifelessly in front of the back door that were left wide open, while Daniel's was lying dead on the floor next to the kitchen table. Everyone were silent, like everyone was waiting for somebody else to speak. Finally, Sherlock spoke up.
"The tattoos."
Everyone glared at him.
"What?", Joan asked.
"Both victims have at least one tatoo, as far as I can see. Jenny has one, a tatooe of three small stars on her neck, and Daniele has two: Jenny's name on her left wrist and a date on the right one. Probably her mother's birthday."
"We see that", Marcus commented. Sherlock continued. "It is quite obvious, at least to me, that all three tattos had been made by the same tatoo artist. Every tatoo artist has his or hers distinctive way of creating, like any other artist. Show some photographs, check their phone and bank records, computers, and maybe you will find him or her. A valuable witness. Or a possible suspect." Everyone just sort of mentally faced palmed themselves, partially for not deducing that, partially for being initially surprised that Sherlock did. Thomas just nodded his head. "Anyway... first victim, the one closer to the back door, is Jenny Monroy, twenty five, shot once in the forehead and once in the right hand", he explained. "Second victim is her wife, twenty five years old Daniele, shot in the kitchen, once in the forehead and once in the right hand. Jenny owned a bookstore just down the block. Daniele was a web site designer, she worked at home. Neighbors said that they had been married for two years, apparently happily, and had an adopted daughter, Molly, for a year. Molly is now missing. Neighbors heard the shots at about eight am and called 911. Police got there in about four minutes. By that time the killer was gone, and so was Molly."
"Neighbors reported seeing blue SUV fleeing from the scene at the approximate time of the murder, but didn't catch up on licence places number or any distinctive characteristics, nobody can describe a driver", Marcus said. Joan started observing the crime scene while Sherlock started going through the victim's trash can in the kitchen. Everyone looked at him in shock for some time, then just sighed and went back to investigating.
"We think that Molly was the target", Thomas explained. "Both victims have parents living in New York. So far, there's no reports about ransom demands."
"What about Molly's biological parents?", Joan asked.
"Unknown. Killer took most of the baby supplies with him, but CSI's will probably find traces of her DNA somewhere in this house."
"That is good. He is planning to take care of her. He won't harm her as long as he gets what he wants."
"We don't know for sure is she alive yet", Marcus said.
"Unless baby supplies are some sort of his sick killer trophies, he took them because he needs to take care of her. Also, position of the bodies, amount of blood on the scene and look of blood splatters tell me that only Jenny and Daniele were shot. Also, why would he kill Molly too and take her body with him but leave Jenny's and Daniele's body here? He obviously broke in through the back door. Jenny probably heard the noise and went to check things out. He shot her. Then he went to the kitchen and shot Daniele as well, before she managed to get help."
Sherlock finally approached them, holding an evidence bag in his hand, with a ripped envelope and some orange pips in it. "I found this in the trash can. An envelope. According to the post mark, it was delivered to them two months prior to the murders. No return address. It contained three orange pips still in it. I found two almost identical pips in the trash can."
Thomas took an evidence bag and examined it closely. Marcus glared at Sherlock, who already took his IPhone and began typing something on it. "Why were you going through their trash in the first place?", Marcus asked.
"You sometimes can find more clues in the person's trash than in his or hers entire residence", Sherlock explained, like that was the most natural thing in the world. He looked up at Gregson.
"Since we are dealing with possible child abduction, the FBI will get involved, right?"
"Yes, we already informed FBI", Thomas said.
"We will probably need them", Sherlock exclaimed. "This was not an isolated incident, and I doubt that Molly was the target.". Everyone glared at him, looking almost shocked.
"While in London, I was trying to keep up with some of the high profile murder cases in New York City", he proudly explained. "It was my hobby, so to speak. And I did a fairly good job, if I may add. I remember two cases that involved people that could be victims of hate crimes and that involved severe damage being done to the victim's forehead and right hand. One of them also includes an SUV and five orange pips." He handled his IPhone to Joan before he started his summation. "Two months ago, a teenager, an African American teenager, John Grey, eighteen years old, was shot to death in a drive by shooting while walking out from the school that he attended towards his car on the school parking lot. The killer shot him once in the right hand and once in the head with the .22 hunting rifle. According to witness statements, the killer was in orange SUV, with NY licence plates. The case remains unsolved till this day. On the side of the road close to the parking lot, a paper bag containing five orange pips was found. Five months before that, an African American woman named Shaniqua Mathews, twenty nine years old, a known prostitute, was found stabbed to death in a motel room in Brooklyn. No mention of the orange pips, but it was mentioned that the killer also used some sort of blunt object to bash her forehead and right hand too."
"That method of murder could have a Bible origin", Joan noted. "From the Revelation."
"I think that we stumbled upon the third and the fourth murder in a series of hate crimes happening throughout the New York City during the last seven months", he concluded.
"We need to do our best to ensure that they become the last ones."