Again lilsherlockian1975 is wonderful for looking this over and helping me make this better.
Okay, I took some things from 'Thor's Bridge' and thought it funny if Sherlock was showing how brilliant he is and Lestrade is not really paying attention.
Also, dear, beloved readers, please remember, this is fiction so if the medical (like things dealing with Molly's wound) or crime scene stuff please forgive anything wrong. Just take note that I tried and I'm not perfect…and if you want to know the truth sometimes I don't care if I get something wrong…One of my favorite original Sherlock Holmes stories has a snake that drinks milk and lives inside a safe that I assume has no air holes…and is trained! And the free roaming leopard upon the estate never once kills it's asshole of a master or eats that silly free roaming baboon…And I love Arthur Conan Doyle, he is a genius and though I know I'm not a genius I am simply having some fun…So if I get medical or crime scene stuff wrong…yeah, sorry.
~*~Unwelcome Wound~*~
~*~Part 2~*~
His face set like flint as he glared at our prisoner, who was sitting up with a dazed face. 'By the Lord, it is as well for you. If you had killed Watson, you would not have got out of this room alive. Now, sir, what have you to say for yourself?'
He had nothing to say for himself.
-The Three Garridebs by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
~*~Sherlock~*~
The woman's body lay exactly where she had died…where she had obviously been murdered.
Sherlock Holmes studied her with sharp extremely cold eyes. He was seeing everything…deducing and coming up with nothing but the absolute truth of the matter before him. The dead woman held countless answers not mysteries…at least not to him. Squatting down beside her, he paid little mind to the police and others at the crime scene.
"Obviously this is murder…" Lestrade stated not in the least unsettled by any of this. His phone went off and his face flashed a bit with annoyance for he wanted to focus on this not whoever was now waiting for his attention. Yet, his hand went to the pocket he always kept his phone in and answered it briskly and in a no nonsense manner.
Sherlock ignored Lestrade even as his eyes looked away from the woman's body to narrow at something a small distance away. He gave a smile as if he found something clever. His fingers reached out and touched the gash within the stone…Surprisingly, he then reached out and lifted a colorful purse…he seemed to be weighing it…Eyes still no longer on the small woman.
Finally, Sherlock looked over at Lestrade quite coldly before stating with iron clad certainty, "This was not murder. She quite clearly killed herself."
John, who was waiting close by and watching his best friend, was about to point out that Sherlock had finally done it…he was now clearly a nutter who needed professional help…For how in the hell could this be suicide? She had been shot in the head and there was no gun laying anywhere upon this small private stone bridge…But before he could open his mouth to point this out to the legendary consulting detective he noticed something odd about Greg…
Greg Lestrade in short harsh sentences he demanded answers…to whoever he was talking to on his phone…The way his eyes drifted to Sherlock and John…The good doctor suddenly knew that something horrible had just happened and he wasn't going to like it…Whatever it was.
Lestrade's features were expressionless but extremely pale, and there was a clear storm gathering in that man's eyes.
"Call me immediately with any more news, do you understand me? Don't let a second go by!" Greg said abruptly ending the call as he placed the phone back into his coat's pocket. Greg studied Sherlock before he finally nodded slowly…His mind clearly not on the woman's corpse before them.
"So…" Greg slowly continued, "Did I hear you say this is suicide? Well, I'm certain that you are sure so okay; we'll write it all up. Ta mate…I'm grateful."
There was no shock or sarcasm in the man's tone, simply a statement of fact.
Sherlock stood, tall and highly proud of himself yet slightly annoyed that Lestrade didn't want to argue with him or to hear how he solved this case…he loved that bit…Telling and showing the 'how they did it'…Yet, the law man was not asking for proof…which was always important.
So, he decided to get on with it.
"Yes, suicide. This coldly cruel and brilliant woman was attempting to frame her husband and his mistress for her death. Everything that points to them, she clearly planted everything to point that way. You will find gun residue upon her hand and if you will place divers down into the lake you will find the gun she used and tied to a rope and the missing dumbbell…which I will remind you when I quickly went through the estate I noticed missing right away."
Greg simply nodded, his mind seemed elsewhere which one could clearly see annoyed Sherlock greatly. Greg looked over at John to stare for what seemed to be a few seconds but felt like hours…to suddenly shout over his shoulder, "Bates! Come over here!"
When Bates rushed over to Greg he quickly pointed out Sherlock to tell him, "You will write everything down this man says to you and I mean everything…and get some divers down in that lake." He looked over at Sherlock before continuing, "Again, Sherlock this is all brilliant, and I'm sure this is one of your best cases! Now, please tell Bates here everything that took place here. Be slow and detailed because Bates here is…um, well, never you mind…Hey, John, I seriously need to talk to you…way over there…away from…people."
He even jerked his chin over his shoulder as if that told John just how important it was to talk somewhere privately.
Now, Sherlock actually looked more offended. "You do realize that whatever it is that you have to say to John…away from my presence mind you…He'll tell me about later, he can't keep a secret. Ever."
"Oi, I can!" John declared now Sherlock wasn't the only one offended.
Sherlock narrowed his eyes before asking calmly, "What did you get me for my birthday?"
"A book about some unsolved crimes in the 19th century…oh…wait…"
"Was that a secret, John?" Sherlock asked coldly and pointedly.
John suddenly looked angry at his best friend and at himself…still it was to Sherlock he spoke to as he told him with all the love he held for the man within his large, caring heart…
"Oh, sod off you bloody annoying prick!"
"John…Please…" Greg pleaded; he took a few steps and placed a hand upon the doctor's shoulder. John turned his face towards him. His eyes suddenly went wide with deep worry before he nodded and stepped away with him. As they began walking away Greg called out, "Sherlock just tell Bates everything that you know and he'll write it all down!"
"I know your boss pretty much called you a dumb arse…Yeah, that's right you go ahead and write that down…Word for word." Sherlock was heard clearly informing Bates in a dry, flat tone.
When Greg felt he was far enough away and out of sight of Sherlock. He came to a jerky stop and faced John. He swallowed hard and ran a hand over his face…to intensely study the ground.
"Okay, you have me worried, now, what's wrong?" John asked with genuine concern.
It took a moment before one of the best of Scotland Yard lifted his eyes to meet his.
"It's…it's Molly…Molly Hooper…"
Greg knew that this man too shard the momentary heart stopping fear of knowing that something was seriously wrong. John shifted and swallowed hard before he whispered as if saying it out loud would make whatever happened to Molly far less worse…
"Something bad has happened to her hasn't it?" John didn't care if he was being obvious or not. Sometimes things just needed to be said out loud.
Greg nodded. "She's been taken to the hospital fighting for her life. Going through emergency surgery even as we speak…A teenager called it in. Seems she had been attacked and Molly went to help but she ended up being stabbed. They are not sure, um, they're not sure if she's going to make it. It doesn't look good. From what I was told Molly received one stab wound and the knife…well, one of her lungs collapsed and they fear there is indeed internal bleeding."
John too looked suddenly pale, he took a deep breath before muttering, "Yeah, t-that's not good."
They were quiet for a long moment as both men's thoughts and prayers went towards the sweet, lovely woman they both thought of as a friend.
"The thing is…What do we tell Sherlock?" Greg finally asked. "What will he do? Anything? Nothing? I tell you right now, John, if that bastard simply shrugs this off…I'm punching him in the face, hard. I don't care what might happen…"
John gave him a strong look of understanding. "Yeah, me too, mate."
"Yet I remember that American burglar that was stupid enough to scare and hurt Mrs. Hudson…Sherlock threw the bugger out the window, more than once!" Greg reminded him.
John, of course, nodded for he too remembered that quite well. "Mrs. Hudson is his landlady and he may never say it aloud but he does care deeply about her…Whereas Molly…just between us, I have always felt that she was…um…"
He left the sentence hanging…as if uncertain he should dare say the word aloud.
"His," Greg stated, not at all uncertain.
John studied the silver haired man before he agreed. "Yeah, his…always his…his pathologist…his Molly…I know she's special to him…in fact I have always thought they'd make a damn fine couple…you know, if Sherlock wasn't such an arse."
Greg made a sound that could have been agreement or he just really needed a hanky.
They both fell silent wondering what Sherlock's reaction would be to his Molly wounded…fighting for her life…What did she really mean to the man? At the end of the day did the man even give a shit?
"Has the man been found who did this to her?" John finally asked, knowing there was heartfelt concern in his voice.
Greg shook his head even before he uttered the word. "No, but luckily the teenager that Molly had attempted to help is hanging around to give our sketch artist the much needed information and we're looking for him."
"If Molly dies…" John breathed.
"If Molly dies…" A familiar hard voice spoke from the shadows causing both men to look over to the darkness where Sherlock had to be. He slowly took a few silent steps into the light. "The bastard who hurt my Molly will become an unsolved mystery…One I seriously doubt anyone will want to solve but for the moment, I'm going to the hospital…and, um, Greg…"
Both men seemed to freeze, with suddenly wide eyes, all the while holding their breath for really, Sherlocknever said Lestrade's first name correctly. Never!
Until now…
Which was odd and seemed out of space, so whatever Sherlock was about to reveal had to be something big and important…right?
"Have you ever wondered about what I do to those body parts when I'm done with them? Hmm?" Strange question from the tall, dark haired man that was spoke so damn casually…yet, there was something dangerous about it. Spoken so low and soft…
A question so unexpected just as unexpected as Sherlock getting Lestrade's first name correct.
"Have you noticed that I never send them back to Bart's for proper disposal? Or even the strong chemical smell that seems to take a full two days to leave Baker Street or sometimes to certain places I feel don't mind the smell? Or even the odd and I feel quite noticeable chemical stains and burns upon my fingers?" As more questions poured from Sherlock's lips, his eyes and face seemed to grow colder…cruel in the light and so unforgivingly hard. Still spoken so casually but the tone seemed even more dangerous…so much more deadly.
Sherlock slowly titled his head and waited a few heart beats as if awaiting the answers or for a hand to rise as if in a large class room. When none came a merciless smirk formed upon his lips. "I will give you twenty-four hours starting now out of respect to you and your brand of justice, Lestrade…However if not, that worthless criminal's body will never be found for I know how to dissolve bodies, though, I've never dissolved one while someone is still very much alive…yet…but I'm certain it could happen."
Sherlock took a deep breath before asking, his tone now warm, "Are you coming with me, John?"
John was smart enough not to question where. He began to move to Sherlock's side while saying, "Of course, wherever you go, I'm there."
A brief flash of something entered the consulting detective's eyes. Relief? Maybe, perhaps, something more. Knowing that John would always be that trusted loyal friend…perhaps, even when they were both old and grey especially when Sherlock needed him to be at his side. Though Sherlock would never admit it out loud.
Together they turned to walk away together, before Sherlock stopped and turned back to Greg to state, "Oh! Right! For legal purposes I must inform you that I was clearly joking with you."
Sherlock gave a clearly fake smile. Teeth pure white, he honestly looked like a sociopath…or worse, a predator about to go hunt its prey. He continued, "You know, how I'm such a comedian, Gavin, I really should be upon the stage! Oh, how I love pulling your leg! Speaking of legs, you really should consider donating those beauties to science when you die. Just a thought, anyway, I'll leave you to your more important work. I'm sure you will have something to tell me within say…twenty-four hours…though if Molly should die before then you will have less than that. Laters!"
With that Sherlock and John walked away at a quick, brisk determined pace.
Greg found himself watching until they faded completely from sight.
Only then did he breathe. "Damn…"
Greg, too, finally turned away. For he really had some serious work to do. Work he did not intend to fail in doing. He intended to find that worthless son of a bitch who had dared hurt Sherlock's Molly and quickly…he really had no choice in the matter. Nope, no choice at all…
However if he accidentally tripped and hurt the man while in his custody…well, it wasn't his fault that he was a clumsy old man now was it?
~*~End of part 2~*~
Okay, I hope you are enjoying this story. Feel free to let me know for you guys really rock with the encouragement! There is one more part. lilsherlockian1975 swears it's her favorite! I have it but need to look it over. Sadly it might not be sent out today for soon I'm going to help my friends with an something going on at the park to celebrate the 4th of July and then hang out with my dad and step mom...We are grilling burgers...yum...and then...well, give me about 2 days and then you will have the rest! Happy 4th everyone. Be safe and be happy.
