I'm running slightly behind schedule, but this is a longer chapter so I hope you'll all forgive me.
Enjoy


It was hours since Lestrade had arrived at the mortuary. He was getting sick of it, probably literally considering how cold it was in here. Some hours ago Greg had gone out and got coffee for everyone, not that either of his companions had drunk them; Molly had smiled slightly, politely, in thanks. Sherlock, well Greg never really expected anything from him anyway. It was probably for the best that Scotland Yard's investigation wasn't going anywhere, having to choose between Sherlock and his team made Lestrade uncomfortable, it was like having to choose between your children when one of them was clearly brighter than the other; this was an issue that was bad enough when he had to deal with that at home with his own children, work was meant to be a break from all that. Actually... it probably shouldn't be. Before the detective could start down the road of family related guilt however, he heard Molly place the last tool back in the metal tray and head towards the sink to was them.
"Here, why don't I do that?" Greg offered despite his revulsion at the sight of cooled blood clinging to the metal. Molly smiled tightly but didn't give up her tray.
"I'll do that, you put Mr Watson back in the refridgerator." came a cold purr from behind them, Sherlock lightly lifting the tray out of Molly's greatful hands.
For an instant Lestrade felt a sharp pang of jealousy and wounded pride. It must have shown, as Molly softly mumbled.
"Sorry, Protocol."
Of course, he wasn't a trained doctor of any description, he couldn't be trusted to steralise the equiptment properly; Sherlock on the other hand, clearly knew his way around here and had every degree one could want for disinfecting scalpels, Greg thought bitterly as the handsome freelancing consultant flashed a smile at Molly. Usually it was easier to deal with Sherlock's obvious superioroty to everyone around him becaude – usually – he was being such an arse that one just didn't notice his darkly angelic looks and genuinely good intention buried so deep. However, when Sherlock committed one of his rare acts of niceness it was hard not to feel a pang of inadequacy. Especially when he saw the blood rush to Molly's cheeks in response. Greg decided that it was all enough.
" So what did you find Miss Hooper? Anything to add to my team's report?"
" Besides a bin?" quipped Molly in a rare moment of pride. "There's little else to be done with that travesty of a report."
"I told you she would find the truth." Sherlock joined, "so what was cause of death for Mr Watson?"
"Suffocation, of sorts, they..."
"Wait, what? You mean he was bled to death?" Lestrade ejaculated, disbelief mixing with his respect for the young doctor to create a strained incomprehension.
"What about peticial..."
"I said of a sort detective; they inserted thick needles into the arteries near the victim's brain stem, essentially creating a loop for the blood to go back into the veinsgoing back to the heart, bypassing the brain and depriving it of Oxygen."
"But what about the stab wounds?" Lestrade interjected again.
"They syphoned off some of the blood from the loop I just described, once the victim was dead they carved him up and used the additional blood to make it look like the wounds were infliced perri-mortem."
" Why on earth would enyone go to this much effort?"
"I'd say it's a serial killer trying to obscure his signature by creating a more evident cause of death."
Lestrade had to admire the young woman's innitiative.

"We've never come across anything even remotely symilar though, never."
"Obvious." Came a signature drawl.
"Oh yeah? What's so bloody obvious to you?"
"Obviously they were trying to send a message, to get someone's attention."
"But whose?" Asked Lestrade, genuine;y curious about this srange story.
" Well that is elementary Lestrade, they were sending a message to the only person smart enough to figure it out..." Sherlock had already halfway out the doors when he finished his conclusion.
" Me, Detective, they were sending a message to me."

Of course they bloody were.


I took some liberties on the forensics in the sense that I don't think this has ever been done (why would you if not trying to send a message).
However, from my basic Biology knowledge it should work... let's not test it though.
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