Hello everyone! Thanks a bunch for the reviews and if you haven't... Review! Anyways, I'm sorry for the wait I had a bit of a busy weekend. Without further ado here is the next chapter. Sherlock POV

I am unimaginable bored. There are no murders, homicides, nor the simply suicides to occupy my brain. I've checked with Lestrade at least a thousand times, but still there are no cases to be solved. I'm most positive people are being corrupt somewhere?!

"Where have you been? I've tried to phone you but you didn't answer." John asks slightly frustrated.

"St. Barts running some tests." I reply briskly, not wanting to get into a boring conversation. I hang my coat on the rack and flop onto the couch, attempting to go to my mind palace.

"For five hours? Seriously Sherlock how long do your "experiments" last?" Johns questions.

I open my eyes and look at John, giving him a irritated glare. I simply huff and roll over, bored out of my mind. A ding from my phone makes me scramble to the desk to click the new message from Lestrade.

I've got a murder on Paddington Dr.

-L

Hastily, I grab my coat while yelling at John to hurry up. Once we arrive at the scene my mind is already taking in everything. This is not the best part of London anyways, but this is where drugs are usually sold and bought in this area. I use to come here and get drugs when I was an addict, but that was long ago and I plan on not going back. Approaching the scene, I analyze everything.

Apparently there was a man who got caught up selling cocaine to a Robert Henderson. But Robert didn't even make it to his car before he got shot by the same man. I deduced Robert Henderson and found that he had been buying these drugs from this man for over two years. Question is why kill him now? Judging by the alcohol split on his pants shows he was recently at a pub- no a party just the night before. I circle around the dead body of Robert Henderson and notice something peculiar. He doesn't have the marks of injections from the drugs. So he wasn't using the drugs himself... I kneel next to Henderson and pull out the package of cocaine from his inside pocket (which Anderson completely missed). I flip it around and take not of the initials WE. I rack my brain of initials I've seen of drugs but known come to mind. I flip the bag back over and smell it. Its a different kind of cocaine or at least not the kind I use to buy. "I need to go to the morgue and take a closer look at this" I say to John who is now noticing the split alcohol. Oh, how do they survive? Their brains process so slow, it must be excruciating.

At lab, I look at the cocaine and notice it is a weird mixture of cocaine and morphine. Making some unusual concoction. Molly walks in with my coffee and sets it down next to me... Hmm, she usually hands it to me. I quickly deduce her fatigue, bruises, and cuts that now have surfaced on her skin. Must have been a accident but that wouldn't explain her (more than usual) uneasiness. Must be personal taking not of the very faint tracks of tears on her face. A attack? No its been ongoing probably a month of... Abuse, of a new boyfriend perhaps.

Molly. Being abused. Yet she hasn't gone to the police. He's threatening her, but why? What is he trying to hide.

"Seems you've hit your head on a counter, it could be from clumsiness but that doesn't explain why you're so fatigued from lack of sleep considering the bags under your eyes and not to mention the multiple bruises on your neck which you have carelessly covered by make up." I say, trying to get her to tell me herself.

"I well, um, had a bit of a accident in my kitchen yesterday." She replies, pretending to read her paperwork while concealing a blush. I look at her feeling a odd protective emotion, but disappears as soon as I realize I'm thinking of emotions.

She gathers her things and is about to leave when she notices my note and coffee I made for her. Her mouth gapes, but then shutting it as soon as she realizes I'm staring. She turns around, probably to conceal another blush, and walks out of the morgue.

I honestly don't know why she keeps blushing, I mean its not like I'm flirting. I'm just giving some advice for her health. Right?

Yeah I know it was sort of short but hey! The next chapter is going to be amazing, trust me I have goosebumps :) till next time!

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