Sherlock and John walked out of thier flat, down the stairs and out the door.

"So that woman, shes the one we spoke to yesterday, right?"asked John.

"Ye-p"Sherlock replied, popping the p.

"So do you think theres a connection?"

Sherlock glared at him. "Of course theres a connection, John. You are so dumb sometimes."

"Name calling, Sherlock. Bit immature for you, isn't it?" John raised his eyebrows.

Sherlock scoffed. "Not if its true!" and speeded up his pace.

John rolled his eyes and sighed before hurrying after Sherlock.

They both arrived at the morgue. When the door opened, they saw Molly and Lestrade quickly pull apart, Molly blushing violet and Lestrade coughing awkwardly.

"Having fun?" asked Sherlock, smirking.

They both glared at him.

John elbowed him in the ribs.

"What?"whined Sherlock. "I was just asking!"

"Anyway, did you have a body for us to look at?"asked John.

In response, Molly pulled out a drawer containing a womans body. She looked horrible. Blood everywhere, matted hair, bones sticking out.

"Uhh-" began Molly, "We think, well, we know, she was beaten to death with some kind of bat."

"Cricket bat." replied Sherlock.

"Um, how did you know that?" asked Molly nervously.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows mockingly. "It is pretty obvious. Amount of damage, width of bruises, cuts. I'm surprised you didnt figure it out."

"So, is this the body of the woman who came to your flat yesterday?" asked Lestrade.

John looked up from examining the womans body. "Yeah, definitely." he replied.

"Well," Lestrade said, trying not to meet thier eyes. "You know what this means."

"Yep." replied Sherlock. "It means that we were the last people to see her so we are the prime suspectz and you are going to arrest us."

Lestrade looked apologetic. "Yes, I'm afraid I am." he finished, fishing out a pair of handcuffs.