This little story came to me during a boring lunch break at work. I hope you like it, and if you do maybe you can help me with a little problem I have... I don't know whether to write more, or leave it as a one-off...read it and let me know what you think I should do. Thanks.
Disclaimer: Don't own - not for want of trying though!

"Oh Shit, it's the Freak again." Sally Donovan groaned. "Why does the boss always have to bring him in?"

Anderson shrugged a sour expression on his face, which turned to a sneer as his eyes followed the tall curly haired detective's progress.

"Have you seen the way he's taken to holding up the cordon tape, as if he wants us to see that he's here? Bloody show-off!"

"He's just getting weirder by the day." Donovan smirked, adding "At least we don't have to stand and listen to his self-righteous drivel any more, not since Lestrade banned us from being in the same room as him at crime scenes."

Both officers turned their backs as Sherlock walked past, leaving it to a uniformed constable to direct him to where the body lay.

"Ah Lestrade, what have you got for us?"

The Detective Inspector pointed to the body.

"Her Mum came round to see her, the front door was open, and this is how she found her."

As Lestrade was speaking Sherlock was moving around the body, looking at it from every angle through his magnifying glass, taking in every detail. Then he stepped back and waved a careless hand in the direction of the dead girl.

"What do you think John?"

He stood and watched as the doctor examined the body, and listened carefully to his observations and thoughts, and then he turned with his usual haughtiness to Lestrade.

"Knives can be a man's or a woman's weapon, but as you heard John say, the slashing of the face points to jealousy, or possibly a woman who felt threatened by our victim's looks." He started for the door, still speaking as he went. "Talk to the boyfriend, ask him about the woman he jilted for her."

Watching the younger man's retreating back, Lestrade sighed and pulled out his mobile. The call was answered on the second ring.

"Mr Holmes? Detective Inspector Lestrade. You asked me to keep you informed of any changes in your brother's behaviour. Well, he has just left out latest crime scene, and I'm afraid that now he's actually talking out loud to his imaginary assistant."