Sherlock jumped at the sudden, high pitched beeping then promptly gave his phone a strange look when it suddenly announced,* "This is the cell phone detection system. It's your Mommy calling. Try to look cool." Followed by a few more beeps.

He glanced at the number as it began to repeat itself, unable to keep the smile from his face as he saw Lestrades number. He just stuffed the device back in his pocket and continued looking at something under the microscope.

"Help! I'm stuck in your pocket!" He gave another weird look toward the phone before pulling it out to see a text message from Lestrade.

"Murder at the docks. You may be intrested -GL"

"Boreing." He mumbled to himself as he went back to his previous activities.

A while later, John arrived with his new friend. He'd been showing her around the city and Barts Hospital was one of the last places on the day's list. The detective rolled his eyes as he heard chatter outside the door where they'd run into Molly.

"So how did you two meet?" Molly asked kindly as she let them into the lab. "We served together in Afghanistan. She actually saved my arse quite a few times." John replied before the small redhead playfully punched his arm. "Once. I saved your ass once."

"Alright." the doctor conceded, "You saved my arse multiple times durring one attack."

Sherlock pretended he didn't notice them even come in, although in reality he was quite intrigued. How could such a small, frail looking girl have been in the military? She must have been older than she looked to have even been enlisted.

"Help I'm stuck in your pocket!" Molly gave Sherlock an odd look while John tried not to smile. Candy did so love to mess with people's ringtones.

"Was that your phone, Sherlock?" Molly asked a bit skittish. He just hummed, "It's been doing that for quite some time. Getting rather anoying."

John rolled his eyes before giving his friend a murderous look as his phone went off next, **"Paging Dr. Faggot... Dr. Faggot!"

Molly snorted as she tried not to laugh and Sherlock actually cracked a smile.. Candy simply didn't care and outright laughed at her friend's expression.

"Get Sherlock to answer his bloody phone. We need help with a case. He WILL find it interesting -GL"

"Lestrade's texting me now.. Will you check your bloody messages?" Of course he wouldn't receive any kind of responce. John did the next best thing and fished the phone from his flatmate's pocket and checked them for him.

"Murder at the docks. You may be intrested -GL"

"Verry messy -GL"

"Looks like an animal attack but not -GL"

"Please? -GL"

"I know you're there Sherlock! Answer your bloody phone! -GL"

"We really need your help, Sherlock -GL"

"Sherlock -GL"

"We found another. Same wounds -GL"

"How many deaths does it take to get your arse out here? -GL"

"One witness describing a 'large black monster' with 'knives for hands' -GL"

"We need your talents on this one -GL"

"I'm not going to beg -GL"

"Sherlock please? -GL"

John sighed, "Apparently Lestrade needs 'your talents' to track down a 'giant black monster with knives for hands'. It's killed two people and made one hell of a mess. He's begging, Sherlock."

The detective scoffed, "Monster with knives for hands.. Oh, hell. Why not?" He snatched his phone back from the blogger as he gracefully swept from the room.

John grimmaced at the scene. A man's body lay sprawled across the warehouse floor, abdomen ripped open. A look of pure horror was locked on what remained of the man's face.

Sherlock walked around the body a few times, careful not to step in the massive pool of blood. "John!" The doctor sighed, redying himself for a closer look before making his way to the detective's side. "Tell me what you see."

Another sigh as he looked the body over, trying to notice anything more than the obvious. "Um.. Well.." He couldn't get past the wounds and blood that completely covered the body.

Sherlock rolled his eyes in annoyance when it took his friend too long to come up with anything. "Middle aged man in the mining industry. Salt mines judging by the deposites beneath his fingernails. Happily married twenty plus years. Gave up drinking and smoking quite some time ago.. I don't see why anyone would go through the trouble of hacking at him so much. This is beyond the damage and effort of a rage induced killing. Obviously more damage than an animal would have caused. He wanted it to look this way.. Why? Why so overly dramatic?"

"A copy cat." Candy spoke up from beside Lestrade, earning her some strange looks.

"Who are you supposed to be? And exactly who or what are they trying to copy? I've never seen or heard of anything like this before." Anderson piped up, receving a glare from both Candy and Sherlock.

"Candice Welsh, Chief Warrant Officer of the 36th Infantry Division." She stood up a bit straighter and gained an air of importance as she introduced herself. "He was copying Alex Mercer AKA Zeuse in the Blacklight Virus project. The main reason I was passing through the area. I was tasked with finding him after he escaped the USA in 2008. The main difference between his killings and this," She nodded toward the body, "Is Mercer doesn't leave a body at all. He consumes it."

"Consumes it'.. You honestly expect us to believe that?" Anderson scoffed at her.

"Shut it, pencil dick." She snapped before pulling out her phone and opening a video. Sherlock and John hurried over to see while Lestrade leaned over her shoulder for a better look.

The video showed a large black creature being attacked by soldiers. It easily knocked them away with a sweep of it's arm that changed into a large, sword-like blade. It grabbed a man that tried to sneak up behind him and seemingly absorbed him just before the video cut out.

"And they expect you to stop that bloody thing?!" John looked like he was ready to pass out from fright when she explained, "He was my friend. They and I believe he may be more receptive toward a friendly face." She turned to Lestrade, "May I speak to the witness? I'd like to know where he saw Alex and when."

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**"Paging Dr. Faggot... Dr. Faggot!"

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