When Sherlock and John arrived on the crime scene everyone could sense that there was something a bit different about them. Not that there was any physical evidence of anything amiss it was just a feeling that something was different.
Soon enough the two men reached the area behind the tape where Lestrade was standing along with Anderson and some other cop that was probably new.
"Lestrade," Sherlock greeted amicably while John just shifted to his other foot and waited.
Anderson took notice of this and being someone that wouldn't pass up an opportunity to comment on things that were none of his business he said "what's got your panties in a bunch Watson had an argument with your boyfriend or something."
John's eyes snapped to the man and he gave the man a once over as though looking for something and stepped a bit closer. "Anderson if stupidity was a currency then you would be the richest person alive. As it is I can only say that you have hit a new low as far as intelligence is concerned. How's the couch by the way? I know you've been on it and not because the wife found out that you were shacking up with Donovan but because she found out that you were shacking up with Kelly the intern at the NSY." At the surprised look he got from Lestrade, Donovan, who had just arrived as he was spouting of the information, and last of all Anderson himself he rolled his eyes. "It's obvious really your wife saw you with her on her way to surprise you at work, hence the couch, and I can tell because I can smell her perfume on you from you last round of snogging. You'll never learn will you? Well at least there is a modicum of hope for Sally there since she called it off with you."
Sherlock smiled at his flatmate "Brilliant absolutely brilliant," he praised. John smiled a bit and walked toward the dead guy that they had been called for in the first place.
To Sherlock's surprise John looked at him with a slight smile on his face and gave him a nod. Sure this case was at most a two but he was a little surprised that John could see what had happened as easily as he could. This was good though because it would let them carry on with the game. He gave his own nod and John flashed him a genuine smile.
"So what do you make of it Sherlock?" Lestrade asked still a little wide-eyed from the shock of what had just happened. Sherlock had to fight the impulse to laugh since he knew it was only going to get much worse.
"Well she's in her late twenties, there are no signs of struggle so she knew the assailant, and she's been dead maybe ten hours at most." He glanced over at John.
"She was killed by her father, accidently, he pushed her and she fell and hit her head on a table wood judging by the splinter in her hair. They were having a disagreement over her recent engagement."
"Engament?"
"Obviously look at her hand. There is an imprint there the size of a ring band it's not too deep so it's recent could have been a self-purchase but why take it and leave the expensive gold chain on her neck. I would have suspected the fiancé however he is out of town probably coming back in today."
"How can you possibly know that?"
"Her hands, nails, and hair were just done preparing for him. Well that was fun let's go Sherlock." John said as he walked off.
"Coming!" Sherlock replied. "Bye," he said waving a Lestrade with a small smile on his face and then he ran after his flatmate.
"What the hell just happened?" Sally asked in confusion.
Nobody had an answer.