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They got into the house and John immediately saw the blood on the floor coming out of the living room. The thick crimson liquid had spread into a large pool by the entry way. The blood had been disturbed by the father's footprints, rushing to get to the body. As they walked into the room, they saw spatters of blood on the wall and furniture knocked around. Clearly this girl had pulled quite a struggle. They spotted Lestrade and went over to see the situation.

"Jordan Xavier, 16 died from a cut to the carotid artery from a kitchen knife from their Home. Her father, Charles Xavier said he returned from work early from feeling ill and saw his daughter. He immediately ran to cover her neck to try to stop the bleeding. He said it is the reason she had strange bruises on her neck" Lestrade had said clearly tired and wanting to go home for the night.

"Why exactly did he try to stop the bleeding? Clearly the girl is dead" Sherlock said exasperated, not believing the story.

"He said he saw it on some program on the telly. If you stop the bleeding you can save them."

"Well you can't tell me that the man was-"Sherlock started but was cut off by John.

"Mind if I have a look?" He asked. Lestrade and Sherlock both stopped and looked at him. Greg nodded.

"By all means." John had walked past them and leaned down to look at the body. He pulled gloves out from his back pocket making a habit of carrying them around with him everywhere. He put them on and moved Jordan's hair from her neck to have a closer look at the bruises on her neck.

They were dark purple thick circular shaped bruises located right in the centre as if someone was trying to put their thumbs against the girl's windpipe. The girl had been dead at least 9 hours and the bruises couldn't have possible formed this late into her death. Not to mention that these bruises weren't meant to cover the wound but to kill.

"Charles is clearly lying" John said getting up and taking the gloves off. Both men looked at him wanting more detail. "Those bruise marks shouldn't form even if it was to try to save her. The person first attempted to strangle her but must have given up and just slit her throat."

"Does she have anything under her nails or maybe even teeth? She was clearly putting up a battle; maybe she bit or scratched him." Before John could take a look, Sherlock was standing around the body doing what John liked to call his 'deduction dance'. He already had gloves on so he grabbed her hands, inspecting them to see anything under her nails. He smiled, clearly seeing something and grabbed a tool to get whatever was under her nails in a container for examination.

He next went to her mouth and looked at her teeth seeing bits of flesh in the teeth. Again he got it out and put it in a container for forensics. He leaned down and smelt her clothes clearly knowing the smell from somewhere. He looked up and around the room clearly looking for something. "John, would you mind going and getting that small bag over in that corner?"

John looked confused but walked across the room to pick up the bag in the direction Sherlock was pointing. John immediately knew that it was a bag of weed. He turned around and saw that Sherlock had a small bag of cocaine in his hand. They both handed their bags to Lestrade and Sherlock went over to Charles.

"Mr. Xavier, were you aware that your daughter was doing drugs?" Sherlock stated bluntly.

"What? How can you say something like that? Who do you think you are! You have no-"

"Then how would you explain the smell of weed on her clothes and the cocaine still in her nose? There was a bag of weed thrown across the room in anger. I wouldn't think she would be the one to throw it." Sherlock replied coolly, grey blue eyes looking directly at Charles. Charles stuttered trying to come up with a reply clearly freezing up. "Well?"

"She was going so far! I mean how could she just give up on everything just to fit in with some stupid kids! She could have been a lawyer or a doctor. Not doing all of this illegal bull shit!" Charles yelled backing away looking like he was ready to hit Sherlock.

"Let me guess. She came home drunk and high and you weren't even aware she was out. You smelt the weed on her and started freaking out. You grabbed it out of her pocket and threw it in anger. You were so angry you jumped her and tried to strangle her. She put up a good fight, kicking and scratching. She had scratched across your left arm and bit your right. You got frustrated and grabbed the closest thing to you which happened to be a kitchen knife on the table. You hit her head on the floor to weaken her then just cut her throat at her moment of weakness. Feel free to correct me if I am wrong" Sherlock said quickly and calmly knowing very well that he was right.

Charles at first looked terrified then his faced turned into pure rage. He tried to punch Sherlock but two officers grabbed his arms, pulled them back and put him in cuffs. "She wouldn't have done any good in this world like that! She deserved to die! Committing crimes and all! I saved others" he yelled whilst getting dragged out by multiple officers.

"The DNA under Jordan's nails will match the scratch mark that is down Charles left arm. There is also bite mark on his right arm just under the elbow. The bruises on her neck will match the size of his thumbs and you may want to test for prints on that package of weed. Call me on the next case. By the way, tell Anderson to actually look at the body. He might actually be able to see what he is missing" Sherlock said with a smirk, taking John's arm and dragged him towards the front door.

"Bye Greg!" John shouted before getting out the door. When they made their way out of the house, John looked at Sherlock. "Great job back there, I wouldn't have known all of that."

"Simple observation John. I couldn't have figured it all out without your medical training" Sherlock said with a smirk checking his phone.

"Want to go and get a bite to eat then? I'm starved." John said walking towards the busy streets.

"Sure, Angelo's okay?"

"Sounds great" John said with a smile as Sherlock called for a cab.