Sherlock sat in his chair, hands under his chin staring into space. His tea beside him had been cold for some time now. John sat reading the paper, enjoying the short time of silence he was getting after having to clean up one of Sherlock's experiments. "Sherlock, you can't just leave this mess all over the table." John had said tiredly, glancing at what looked like a swollen liver inside a plastic bag. "I don't mind it." he had replied in a bored tone. "Yeah, well you're not the only person living in this flat." said John sternly. "Mmm." "Excuse me?" "I'm coming back to it, John. For Gods sake, if it bothers you so much then move it." he had snapped and hadn't spoken since.
The headlines were dull. Celebrity crap and sports. Sherlock got up suddenly and marched into his bedroom. He returned a moment later with his coat on, tying his scarf around his neck. "I'm going to the morgue. Care to join me?" "Wha-why?" asked John looking up from his paper. "Bored. Molly may have some interesting autopsies. doubt it though. . ." ". . .er. . .fine. Let me get my jacket." Once outside, Sherlock hailed a cab and they ducked in. "Barts." sherlock said the cabbie. "How long has it been?" asked Sherlock as they pulled away.
"You're going to need to be more specific." said John. Sherlock made a sound of annoyance. "A case, John. how long since I have had one?" "Hm. . . 'bout a month I'd say." he answered. Sherlock Sighed loudly, his fingers drumming on the seat. "Calm down Sherlock, you've been doing very well other than destroying the flat every now and then." said John. Sherlock ignored him. "Do you honestly want people to commit crimes?" Asked John. Sherlock didn't acknowledge him until they had reached Barts.
"Oh! Sherlock, John, I didn't know you were coming." Said Molly when they entered the lab. "You haven't been here in a while." "Hmm yes. I came to see if you had anything interesting to show me." Said Sherlock ignoring her comment.
"Sorry. I don't think I have anything that would interest you at the moment." She said apologetically. "But if you like, you can have look around and see if we-what we missed." she added. Sherlock sighed and busied himself picking through files, having a look at a few bodies and the reports they were given while John got coffee at the hospital cafe. Johns phone buzzed.
Can you come to work tomorrow morning from seven to ten?
- Sarah John thought this over and texted back.
absolutely. see you then. "Who was that?" asked Sherlock without taking his eyes of a file. "Um, Sarah." "What time are you going in to work?" "How-er, seven." He answered. Sherlock motioned Molly over. "This man, was he a Magician?" He questioned. "Er, yeah actually. I think he had a real job, But the only thing I saw on his sheet was that he was a magician." she answered slowly. Sherlock nodded. "He indeed died of an appendix rupture. He failed to come to the hospital in time. Check his digestive system, I promise you will find something indigestible." He said. John set his phone down on the table and walked over. "How did you figure that out?" "Simple. The Appendix pictures here show that the rupture looks more strained, and the acid colour is brighter and therefore accumulated faster. Thus, Something indigestible was swallowed. Why would one do that? One wouldn't. Even normal people aren't that stupid. It was an accident, a careless accident. What kind of person would be more liable to have such an incident? Most likely a magician."Said Sherlock. John blinked. "Um. . .okay." He said shaking his head quickly. "I'm going to grab a coffee. Fancy one, either of you?" He asked. "Black." said Sherlock. "No I'm fine thank you." said Molly with a smile, as John walked out of the lab to the cafe upstairs. Sherlock rewrote the report on the magician. and began to pull out chemicals while Molly scheduled another autopsy for the man. They worked in silence for about ten minutes until Sherlock looked up from his microscope and stared at the door. "Something's wrong." He mumbled. "What?" asked Molly, looking over. "He isn't back." said Sherlock getting up. Molly was about to respond when loud voices and screaming could be heard faintly. Sherlock's eyes widened and he started for the door. He had almost reached it, but before he could grab the handle, all the lights shut off.