December the 2nd – The List

Sherlock had been up the entire night, refreshing his knowledge on the seven deadly sins, and then made a list:

- Superbia, pride, peacock.

- Avaritia, avarice, toad

- Luxuria, lust, goat

- Invidia, envy, snake

- Gula, gluttony, pig

- Ira, wrath, lion

- Accidia, sloth, snail

Or well, the list was most for John, Sherlock would remember it. So when John stood up at 7 o'clock, Sherlock gave him the list.

"So what do you think he is going to show off next? If we don't capture that bastard first." asked John and remembered the dead woman covered in blood and feathers.

"I'm not sure." He had thought a lot about it in the many quiet hours of the night. "The upcoming holidays is giving occasion to all of them."

John knew Sherlock didn't like Christmas that much. John thought I must had something to do with his childhood, but well, being at a Christmas dinner with Sherlock and Mycroft Holmes must just end in disaster, right? So John had never asked why, and besides, there were so many things Sherlock Holmes didn't liked which other people enjoyed.

"Yeah, you're right." John said then he came back to reality.

"Like always." mumbled Sherlock and turned on his computer.

John smiled for himself and went to the kitchen to make himself some breakfast. "Don't you think you need some sleep if you want to solve this quickly?" John asked. Sherlock might think that he was stupid, but he wasn't a complete idiot, he knew Sherlock hadn't slept for the entire night. And it was certainly not healthy.

"Accidia." Were the only respond from Sherlock.

John looked down at the paper he just had got from Sherlock. Sloth. John sighed. "Sherlock sleeping isn't the same as being lazy."

Sherlock didn't reply.

Junior came into the kitchen to John and started to whine.

"Sherlock haven't you give him his breakfast?" John asked.

Still no answer from the living room.

"Sherlock for God sake!" shouted John, his patience was used up. "It's still a puppy, a baby, Sherlock. He needs to have his breakfast."

"Ira." Sherlock said, not looking away from the screen.

"Oh this is just great…" John mumbled to himself and looked once again at the list. "Now he only wants to communicate on a dead language…"

Wrath, the note said. John crumpled the note to a ball and threw it after his flat-mate, but missed. He then went to feed the dog.

In the living room was Sherlock smiling.

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An hour later had Sherlock and John just arrived at St. Bart's. John wasn't angry at Sherlock anymore. Because Sherlock, to John's big surprise, had taken a walk with Junior.

"Good morning, Sherlock. And John." Molly Hooper said when they entered the morgue, she was smiling as always then she saw Sherlock, poor girl. She was standing with Lestrade next to a table with a body on it; which was covered in a white sheet.

"Good morning Molly, Greg." said John with a smile.

"So who is the girl?" Sherlock asked, not wasting time on saying good morning.

"Her name is Kate Sanders, 23 years. She was a model for some big fashion company here in London." Lestrade said, looking down at a note.

"Is that really all you managed to find after almost 24 hours?" Sherlock said. Once again he was disappointed over Scotland Yard.

"Give me a break! It's Sunday, my day off, and almost anybody else day off." Lestrade responded. He appreciated Sherlock's help, but sometimes, he just wanted to strangle the man.

"Easy now Boys." John said in order to avoid an argument "We just go home and try to find something on her. A girl at her age must have a Facebook or something."

"Fine." Sherlock said sounding really bored. "Do you at least have her e-mail?"

"Here." Lestrade said and gave Sherlock the files they had on her so far. "It's all we got on her; her e-mail must be there somewhere."

"Fine. Cracking her code should not be a problem…" Sherlock mumbled while looking at the papers. He looked up again at the DI. "Anything about how she died?"

"She was drugged." Molly interrupted, trying to get Sherlock's attention.

"With what?" he asked and looked at her.

"Sleeping pills and a lot of them." She said.

"So nothing useful there." Sherlock said and turned his attention back to Lestrade. "Where did she live?"

John saw how Molly's smile faded away. He made a mental note about giving Sherlock another lesson in normal polite behaviour, and that he could get a long way with two simple words: thank you.

Lestrade found a key in his pocket and threw it to John. "The address is in the file. But wait until tomorrow, the forensics is there now, and you aren't actually staff, so I can't let you in right now." He said, looking at Sherlock.

"Yeah, yeah… I'll wait to they are gone." Sherlock mumbled he could start with the file.