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Overcoming Betrayal

Chapter Two

Sherlock was walking through the streets, the lights flashing nearby drew him to them. He looked over what he could see and moved forwards to the taped off crime scene. He was bored, his mind was whirling in activity thanks to what he had taken earlier. Now he needed something to do, and what he had come across presented a good opportunity to alleviate his boredom.

Sherlock looked at what he could see and smirked as he went over to what appeared to be the man in charge of the scene. He looked to him, Single, was dating, overworked, Alpha. Nothing much he could tell from the man. Sherlock stood there, watched him a little as the man began to head towards him, to get out of the scene, talking on his phone.

"Make sure you get here," the man almost snapped into his phone.

"You are looking for an Alpha, male, over six foot, left handed and a carpenter," Sherlock said as he got the mans attention as soon as he was about to walk past him.

The man closed his phone and stared at him, "What?" eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Your killer, he is a male Alpha, over six foot, I would have a guess at a weight, but I can't tell properly from this distance. Left handed, by the bruising I can see, his occupation is that of a carpenter, someone who works with wood," he said again, huffing a little at having to repeat himself, "I do so hate to repeat myself."

"How the hell would you know something like that. The only way would be you saw what happened, you know who it was, or that you did it yourself, so which is it?" he asked him as he went closer to him, his voice low and dangerous.

Sherlock rolled his eyes, "I don't need to be here to know what happened. I observed and made my deduction on what I was able to see. It's all there if you bother to look for it," he said in answer.

"So," he said as he paused for a moment, "What to tell me what you saw to be able to give me that?" he questioned, though he didn't think that the man would be able to give him anything that he would be able to use.

"The victim is a female Omega, friends with the killer. She was walking here," he said as he looked over the mans shoulder and to the scene, once again taking in all he could see, "They were together, talking. He wanted more, she didn't. When she said no he snapped. Held her against the wall, lifted her up by the neck, using his left hand, and then both, so he could look her in the eye. Scuff marks on victim's shoes at the back, marks also on the wall. He killed her using his hands. Carpenter as a profession, there is some new wood shavings that are in the area, new as they also mingle a little with her woollen skirt. I would like a closer look to tell you for sure. But if you find traces of sawdust on her neck, then you will know. I can also see blood on her fingers nails from here, I believe she may have scratched at her attackers hands, trying to break free," he finished as he looked to the man once again, "Your killer will have scratches on his hands, maybe even his arms ad face," he finishes.

"Bloody Hell," he said with a shake of his head as he turned around and looked to see if he could find what this young man had observed. He could see it, he went over to the body for a moment and looked at the neck, there was some sawdust there, her fingernails had blood on them, small spots but easily seen on the white nail varnish. "Who the hell are you?" he asked the man as he went back over to him.

"Sherlock Holmes," he answered simply, "was I right?"

"Yes you bloody well are, Carter!" he called out to one of the other officers, "I want you to find out who she is and then looked through those she knows, find out one that is a carpenter, or works with wood. He's our man, make sure to get the DNA from under the nails, she scratched at him," he told him.

"Yes sir," he nodded as he went off.

"I'm Detective Inspector Lestrade," the man introduced himself, "Thank you for the help," he added as he then got a good look at the man, "God you're high," he said, his eyes looking at the dilated ones of the young man standing before him.

"Irrelevant, I can still help," he said, not caring.

"Yes it does, you're coming with me," he said as he grabbed Sherlock's arm and dragged him over to his car and pushed him in. He went around and called out, "Taking this one to the Yard for a moment," he then got in and headed towards the Yard.

XxXxX

It was a few hours later, when Sherlock came down from his high that Lestrade went and dragged the man to his office. Sherlock was sat across the desk from the man as he was being studied.

"Well, I have to admit you did good on that one, we found him and he confessed within seconds, he had the scratches on his hands.," Lestrade said with a little smile, "So tell me about what it is that you can do?" he asked him, a serious look on his face.

"I see things that most people don't, or don't wish to. I observe them and through them I make my deductions. For instance I know that you are an Alpha and that you have recently broken up with an Omega, around two weeks ago. You went to your phone and to a ring you once wore, by the fading lines, you took it off two weeks ago when you and your partner split up. They had a problem with the hours you put in for your work. You've been on the force for a long time and you work hard, but in your spare time you enjoy playing the guitar, by what I see of your fingers," he said as he looked him over quickly, "You are also over worked, as you are shaking a little from the amount of coffee that you have drank, and the lack of sleep that I can see on your face," he then finished, a little smirk on his face as he did so.

Lestrade shook his head, "You are right," he paused for a moment, thinking over what Sherlock could do, "I wouldn't mind your help on a few cases. But I won't have you anywhere near them when you're high. You stay clean and I'll see about letting you help me on occasions. That would be the only way I could let you help."

Sherlock looked a little startled before he quickly covered it up, "You would let me help?"

"Yes, but you need to stay clean, to be able to use what you know. I need to know that I can trust it. I don't want to have to pick you up for being drugged up either," he told him, giving the young man a pointed look. He hoped that it would work, but doubted it would straight away.

Sherlock didn't say anything, "I need to go," he finally said, he needed time to think.

"How do I contact you?" Lestrade asked him as he watched the young man stand up.

Sherlock quickly wrote down a mobile number and then left the room. Lestrade watched him go and knew that the drugs were going to be hard for the young man to get rid of straight away. He could tell that they were used to hide something away, from Sherlock himself. But at least he had an incentive. He had seen the way he had enjoyed solving the murder. Lestrade looked to the computer and began to type, wanting to know what he could about the young man that had just left his office. He wanted to know for two reason, to see what he could do to help and far any next of kin he had, just in case.


Thank you all for reading. I do hope that you carry on reading this. This will have a nice case in it, I really love the case that I have for this one!