OK so i didn't really know how to work in the news article so its just italicized.
Enjoy.
JOHN
John wakes up to the sound of his alarm clock blaring obnoxiously. He groans as he reaches for the snooze button. His hand just grazes it but his fingers slipped and he knocked the machine to the ground with a loud thud. He threw his covers off and placed his feet on the cold floor.
"Well who told you to go off anyways?" he glared down at the broken clock on the ground. He reached down and picked it up. It had a crack on the screen and the batteries were nowhere to be seen. John assumed they rolled under his bed.
He padded down the stairs and into the kitchen. He tossed the broken thing in the trash and sighed. John Watson was not a morning person. He reached for his kettle and filled it at the tap.
"Morning", came a voice from behind him. John jumped, nearly dropping his kettle. Sitting in his living room was none other than Mycroft Holmes. John's eyebrows furrowed together as he set the kettle on the stove and walked toward him; noticing Sherlock was nowhere in sight.
"Lucky bastared" john mumbled under his breath.
"What was that?" Mycroft asked. John shook his head and waved a hand at him. Mycroft was sitting in john's chair so he elected for the couch. Sitting down, he really looked at Mycroft. He was sitting with his curious umbrella leaning against the chair. In his hands were a few of john's old newspapers. "So john, how are you?" Mycroft asked followed by one of his classic airy smirks. He placed the news paper he was reading onto his lap and smoothed it out.
"Fine…I guess" john hesitated. "Not to be rude or anything Mycroft, but why are you in our flat?" john wasn't even going to bother asking how, not entirely sure he'd even want to know. Mycroft shook his head.
"Tut tut john. Can't I just drop by and see my brother and his friend. I worry frequently after all." John stared at him and Mycroft stared back. They stayed this way for several moments until Mycroft broke. "Ok fine, I came by to see if you and Sherlock have been reading the news lately. Here look." Mycroft shuffle through the papers on his lap and handed one over to john.
John read the article twice before he could really wrap his mind around the whole thing.
HOMOSEXUAL MAN VIOLENTLY TORTURED TO DEATH
This morning police discovered the body of young male David Moore. He had been missing from him home for about a week. His partner says that he went out to get groceries and never came home. David was found in an alley way dumpster. He was shirtless and had multiple lacerations up and down his body. The most pronounced though, were the symmetrical lines following the veins on the inner parts of his forearms. They start at the inner elbow and extend all the way down until the tip of his ring fingers. His autopsy concluded that this was the cause of death. He bled to death. The police currently only have one lead. David Moore was homosexual. They believe that this can be categorized as a hate crime. Further investigation is needed.
"That's horrible" he said. How tragic. Mycroft nodded his head.
"Indeed it is. I'm sure my brother's services will be requested." Mycroft paused and looked in the direction of Sherlock's room. "Well I guess I must be off. Countries won't run themselves will they?" He laughed to himself, picked up his umbrella, and made his way to the door. John just sat there on the couch still trying to process the sick act he just read upon.
SHERLOCK
Sherlock has been sitting in his room for the past two hours. At first he was just looking at the ceiling. Then he heard the tell tale sounds oh his brother coming into the flat and eventually the bang from upstairs. Going by the beeping previous, it was obviously john knocking over his alarm clock.
Sherlock sat there and waited until his brother closed the door on the way out before coming out of his room. John was sitting on the couch with a newspaper in his hands. Sherlock moved behind him and looked at the headline.
HOMOSEXUAL MAN VIOLENTLY TORTURED TO DEATH
Sherlock internally cursed his brother to the ends of the earth. This is exactly why he didn't want to enlist his brother's help in this case. Mycroft can't keep his big nose out of anything that resembles an ounce of interest.
The paper lied. That body was discovered a week ago. Sherlock has been working on the case for three days. The media was not permitted to print the story until the police fixed the facts. It was Sherlock's idea of course. Whoever did this was obviously acclimatized to violence and had previous experience. This was not some shotty murderer. Oh no, Sherlock anticipated there being another body. So by putting the wrong date in the paper, he was hoping to throw of the murderer.
Sherlock planned on doing it alone. He did not want john's help. Not this time. He would only slow Sherlock down.
"My brother left has he." Sherlock said, announcing his presence. He watched john jump and turn. He visibly relaxed.
"Sherlock, hey." He said, turning back around. Sherlock walked over to his chair and picked up his violin. He plucked at it absently, thinking.
John can't know Sherlock is already on the case. He'll have to lie, that much is clear.