She may contain the urge to run away

But hold her down with soggy clothes and breezeblocks

"Blunt force trauma to the back of the head, unusual bruise patterns covering her torso, arms, and legs, but the cause of death was ultimately drowning," Molly tells them.

John looks closer at the purple areas of the woman's skin. "Sherlock, do you know what could've made these bruises?"

He glances at them, then back to John. "Based on size and approximate weight, I'd go with a concrete cinderblock."

"Oh, god," Molly murmurs.

"It's likely what fractured her skull, as well."

"Why?" John asks.

"I don't know, yet. But I know how she drowned."

No one asks how.

"He hit her over the head with the block," Sherlock continues, acting it out as he speaks, "and she fell into a bathtub, hence the bruising on the back of her arms and legs. She was unconscious before she hit the water. He then dropped the block on top of her to weigh her down."

"That's horrible," Molly whispers.

Sherlock nods, straightening. "Brutal."


Muscle to muscle and toe to toe

The fear has gripped me but here I go

My heart sinks as I jump up

Your hand grips hand as my eyes shut

"Sherlock, run!"

Three sets of feet pound the pavement; two side-by-side and another closing in from behind.

They run and they run until they hit a wall—almost literally. They skid to a stop and then make a right, still looking for a way out.

The change of direction gains them a few precious extra feet between them and their pursuer.

But eventually they come to the end of the line. The Thames stretch out before them, and nothing else.

Sherlock steps forward and glances down into the water. "We have to jump," he says.

"What? We'll never survive!"

"Of course we will, John. You can swim, can't you?"

"Yes, but—" John starts to argue again, but stops himself. "Okay," he sighs, walking up beside Sherlock.

"Just close your eyes and step forward," Sherlock whispers.

John closes his eyes. "Are you sure?" he asks.

He feels Sherlock's hand warm around his. "Trust me."

And they jump.

Please don't go

I'll eat you whole

I love you so

I love you so

'Breezeblocks' – Alt-J


A/N: So this is short and weird and kind-of, not-really connected. But it's what I think of. This song was my summer (and then some) obsession, I listen to it ALL THE TIME. R+R?