Can you come down to Scotland Yard? -GL

What's the case? -SH

Just come down, i'll explain everything. -GL

Be there soon. -SH

"John we've got a case. Lestrade wants us to go down to Scotland Yard." John nodded and went up to his room to grab a jacket. Sherlock grabbed his coat and scarf. John came back down the stairs. Together they walked onto the street and Sherlock hailed a cab.

The cab drive was tedious, the driver kept yelling at cars in front of him. John was relieved when they could finally get out of the cab. Sherlock paid the cabbie and walked off towards Scotland Yard, followed by John. They walked into Lestrade's office and sat down.

"What is it this time?" John asked.

"We found 5 people dead at 22 Oswin St..."

Sherlock interrupted him: "There's something different, you wouldn't call me unless there's something interesting."

"I was getting to that. When we found them, they were just bones. Not even a single bit of skin left."

John was horrified that someone would do that to a person. Sherlock, however, was intrigued. "Lestrade, I need to see the scene."

Sherlock smiled and walked off to go and catch a cab. John had to run to catch up to him. Why did he always have to do this? Sherlock had stopped to hail a cab. His ability to be able to hail cabs anywhere made John jealous. Why couldn't he do that? They got into the cab and went to 22 Oswin St.

When they arrived at the scene Sherlock pulled out a magnifying glass and began examining the scene. Anderson groaned when he saw Sherlock, "Why are you here, freak?"

"To solve the case." If Anderson had said anything else Sherlock hadn't listened or cared.

After about an hour Sherlock still hadn't found anything useful. He decided that there wasn't anything useful at the scene so he took a sample of each of the bones to examine. He went back to flat so he could examine them. When they were back at the flat Sherlock sat in front of his microscope for hours examining the bones.

Something was each one of the bones, but he had no idea what it was. It was something he had never come across before. What was this substance? What could it possibly be? For the first time in his life Sherlock didn't know something.

When John came down to check on Sherlock, Sherlock was on his phone researching something. "You need to sleep Sherlock!"

Sherlock grunted and said "No, i'm fine. Sleep slows me down."

"But we don't want you collapsing at a crime scene... again."

"I'll be fine."

John gave in and went upstairs to get some sleep.

For a whole week Sherlock didn't eat or sleep. He hardly ever left his microscope. John was getting very worried. Is it time to get some help?

Sherlock's head shot up and he said "I don't need help, John." He was doing it again, reading peoples minds. How does he do it?

The next day John's phone went off.

I've been texting Sherlock for days, he won't answer. Are you two okay? -GL

I'm fine. Not so sure about Sherlock though. -JW

What's he done this time? -GL

He hasn't been eating or sleeping all week. -JW

Can you get Sherlock to come down to the Yard. -GL

I'll try. -JW

"Sherlock, Greg wants you to come down to the Yard." Sherlock looked up from his experiment at John. "Greg?"

"Lestrade. Have you deleted his name again?"

"It's not important enough for me to remember."

"Are you coming or not?"

"Fine, I'll come."

They took a cab down to Scotland Yard. During the cab ride Sherlock was unusually quiet. John tried to make conversation but was ignored. When they finally got to the Yard John was relieved, he paid the cabbie and they walked to Lestrade's office. Lestrade greeted them at the door. "Hello. It's the same as before."

"Where?"

"At 72 Bond St."

Sherlock went outside and caught a cab to 72 Bond St.

John caught a ride with Lestrade. When they got there Sherlock was examining things and muttering to himself. There still wasn't anything useful. Suddenly Sherlock saw someone in the distance. Someone familiar. Who was he again? Before anyone could stop him Sherlock ran off in the direction of this mysterious person.

John spotted Sherlock running and went after him. When he caught up Sherlock was talking to a man who was wearing possibly the most ridiculous clothes he's ever seen. Sherlock looked annoyed as the man explained something John could not understand.