I'm dedicating this 221B to Daffidill, as it was while I read her latest Mystrade that the idea came to me! Now, if you haven't read her stuff - head over and read it now...just don't forget to come back and read this!
A/N: This is not slash/johnlock/mystrade or any form of ship - it's just for fun :D
Disclaimer: Don't own.
"That's not possible, Freak!" Sergeant Donovan exclaimed, her voice cutting through the consulting detective's deductions.
An awed hush fell over the room and everyone stared at the two antagonists, as they glared at each other over the dead body lying under the window.
Greg stepped forward but John, seeing the gleam in Sherlock's eyes placed a hand on his arm, gently restraining him.
"Not a good idea." He whispered as the older man gave him a questioning glance.
"Explain your reasoning." Sherlock demanded.
"Well," Sally pointed to the unbroken pane of glass. "If he was shot through the window it would be broken, and the neighbour wouldn't have heard the gunshot"
Pointing in turn to the man lying in a pool of blood at their feet, Sherlock smirked.
"He was opening the window when the shot was fired," He demonstrated the pose. "The bullet entered through the inside of his upper arm, severing the Brachial artery, and he bled to death."
Stepping away he glanced around to include the rest of his audience.
"When he fell, the window dropped. That was what the neighbour heard, not a gunshot."
As Donovan bent to look closer, Sherlock added
"Glad to see you're living up to your name."
She looked enquiringly at him.
"Sally. Another name for a joke."
Her eyes widened.
"You bastard!"