Longer than the last one. I'll stop with these author's notes eventually.
"The cause of death was not by injury. None of them are life threatening. Interestingly though, both bodies were found in the exact same state. The cuts are in the exact same place; on the forehead, shoulder, and the stomach. Same depth and location on each body. Poison didn't kill them either, so you can kill that assumption," Sherlock paused for a second, "Bad choice of words."
Lestrade had finally let Sherlock see the bodies of the two victims. He was like a kid at Christmas, going to town with his deductions. He was obviously waiting for someone to tell him to explain, you could see the impatience growing on his face. Even though it was only a couple seconds he was annoyed that nobody would motion him to explain his theories, so he went ahead.
"It's not poison because the blood is completely gone from the body. There is no reason to drain a body completely of blood if you're not going to use it. Poison would have tainted the blood, unless it was a slow acting one that washed completely out of the blood. There is also no sign of any injection, unless they injected it into the open wounds. Even then there would be some trace of it around the wounds. Draining of the blood was not the cause of death either. The blood was taking out seemingly by keeping the small wounds open. These wounds were made after the victim was dead."
Sherlock turned the body over, he had just been looking at the front. He felt over the back of the person and a slight smile appeared on his face when he found something.
"Right here. There is a gap at the top of the spine were it connects to the skull. I'm almost positive it's clean cut because there are no rough edges. Mind if I take a closer look Lestrade?"
Not even waiting for Lestrade's permission he carefully made an incision. Getting a closer look, he saw he was right.
"Clean cut made with some kind of machine, but what can do something like that without breaking the skin? John look at the other one."
John moved over to the other body and flipping it on it's stomach. He felt at the top of the spine.
"I feel a gap, so yes it is the same. No marks at all in that area. How is this possible Sherlock?"
Sherlock's eyes flashed with curiosity and excitement, practically jumped up and down at this point.
"A mystery John!" He exclaimed and started rushing around. The crazy, self proclaimed sociopath had a wide grin on his face. He rushed past Molly as if she wasn't there and grabbed his coat. A phone went off. Lestrade grinned sheepishly and pulled it out of his pocket.
"Hello?" He asked the phone.
A couple seconds passed and his faced dropped.
"Alright, be right there."
It didn't seem possible, but Sherlock's face filled with even more delight. "Another one! What are we waiting for?" He took off up the hospital stairs, John and Lestrade trudging behind him.
"Exact same injuries and cause of death. Defiantly a machine made sever, but what could do this without cutting the skin!"
Sherlock'a head snapped away from the body to look at an approaching digure. It was the thing man with the crazy hair who called himself the 'Doctor'. He was wearing a long brown trench coat and under it was a brown pinstripe suite. On his feet where white trainers.
"Ello!" The Doctor called out when he stopped near the group surrounding the body.
"Who are you, and who let you in?" Lestrade demanded, getting frustrated about the case.
"Someone you need and lovely Sergent Donovan let me in."
Sherlock laughed. Lovely? Annoying defiantly, but sure as hell not lovely.
"Do you have credentials?" Lestrade inquired.
The Doctor nodded and pulled out a wallet, flipped it open, and showed the group his 'credentials'.
"It's blank," Sherlock stated in his monotone voice.
"No it's not? See it says-" Lestrade started, looking closely at the paper.
"You idiot, just look. It. Is. Blank." Sherlock spat, they needed to focus on the case at hand.
"Smart than. Alright let's have a look." The Doctor moved closer to the body.
Sherlock rattled off his deduction statement, John and Lestrade reading to cut in if he started to be rude. Surprisingly he just rambled off his deduction without saying anything rude. Yet.
"I'm here to find the murder, the background information is useless." The Doctor was obviously annoyed with Sherlock thinking he was all big and bad here.
"I can fully assure you that-" Sherlock started before being cut off by John.
"Why are you here?"
"Because you need me." The Doctor looked worriedly at the body, different ideas of what could of done it bouncing around in his head.
Sherlock snorted. "Need you? They have me, which is always enough."
John and Lestrade sucked in a sharp breath. Here it comes.
"You are very modest, but you are in far over your head. This is something you're not used to. You will not figure it out without my help and I can't without yours. I can promise you, Mr. Holmes, that you need me. Is that clear?"
The way that the Doctor spoke was very calm, very serious, and slightly threatening, which made it sound almost a little scary.
Sherlock stood up and brushed himself off.
"I'm not interested in a partnership with you. Goodbye again, Doctor." Sherlock quickly flashed a forced smile, then walked off.
"Sherlock!" John called. "Sherlock, we should trust this guy if he says we need him."
Too late, Sherlock was already out of earshot. John groaned, his flatmate could be so annoying when he acted like he was above the world. Though neither of them probably had a good approach to each other.
"I think he's jealous because now he's not the only one with the messy haircut." Lestrade joked.
"The cause of death was not by injury. None of them are life threatening. Interestingly though, both bodies were found in the exact same state. The cuts are in the exact same place; on the forehead, shoulder, and the stomach. Same depth and location on each body. Poison didn't kill them either, so you can kill that assumption," Sherlock paused for a second, "Bad choice of words."
Lestrade had finally let Sherlock see the bodies of the two victims. He was like a kid at Christmas, going to town with his deductions. He was obviously waiting for someone to tell him to explain, you could see the impatience growing on his face. Even though it was only a couple seconds he was annoyed that nobody would motion him to explain his theories, so he went ahead.
"It's not poison because the blood is completely gone from the body. There is no reason to drain a body completely of blood if you're not going to use it. Poison would have tainted the blood, unless it was a slow acting one that washed completely out of the blood. There is also no sign of any injection, unless they injected it into the open wounds. Even then there would be some trace of it around the wounds. Draining of the blood was not the cause of death either. The blood was taking out seemingly by keeping the small wounds open. These wounds were made after the victim was dead."
Sherlock turned the body over, he had just been looking at the front. He felt over the back of the person and a slight smile appeared on his face when he found something.
"Right here. There is a gap at the top of the spine were it connects to the skull. I'm almost positive it's clean cut because there are no rough edges. Mind if I take a closer look Lestrade?"
Not even waiting for Lestrade's permission he carefully made an incision. Getting a closer look, he saw he was right.
"Clean cut made with some kind of machine, but what can do something like that without breaking the skin? John look at the other one."
John moved over to the other body and flipping it on it's stomach. He felt at the top of the spine.
"I feel a gap, so yes it is the same. No marks at all in that area. How is this possible Sherlock?"
Sherlock's eyes flashed with curiosity and excitement, practically jumped up and down at this point.
"A mystery John!" He exclaimed and started rushing around. The crazy, self proclaimed sociopath had a wide grin on his face. He rushed past Molly as if she wasn't there and grabbed his coat. A phone went off. Lestrade grinned sheepishly and pulled it out of his pocket.
"Hello?" He asked the phone.
A couple seconds passed and his faced dropped.
"Alright, be right there."
It didn't seem possible, but Sherlock's face filled with even more delight. "Another one! What are we waiting for?" He took off up the hospital stairs, John and Lestrade trudging behind him.
"Exact same injuries and cause of death. Defiantly a machine made sever, but what could do this without cutting the skin!"
Sherlock'a head snapped away from the body to look at an approaching digure. It was the thing man with the crazy hair who called himself the 'Doctor'. He was wearing a long brown trench coat and under it was a brown pinstripe suite. On his feet where white trainers.
"Ello!" The Doctor called out when he stopped near the group surrounding the body.
"Who are you, and who let you in?" Lestrade demanded, getting frustrated about the case.
"Someone you need and lovely Sergent Donovan let me in."
Sherlock laughed. Lovely? Annoying defiantly, but sure as hell not lovely.
"Do you have credentials?" Lestrade inquired.
The Doctor nodded and pulled out a wallet, flipped it open, and showed the group his 'credentials'.
"It's blank," Sherlock stated in his monotone voice.
"No it's not? See it says-" Lestrade started, looking closely at the paper.
"You idiot, just look. It. Is. Blank." Sherlock spat, they needed to focus on the case at hand.
"Smart than. Alright let's have a look." The Doctor moved closer to the body.
Sherlock rattled off his deduction statement, John and Lestrade reading to cut in if he started to be rude. Surprisingly he just rambled off his deduction without saying anything rude. Yet.
"I'm here to find the murder, the background information is useless." The Doctor was obviously annoyed with Sherlock thinking he was all big and bad here.
"I can fully assure you that-" Sherlock started before being cut off by John.
"Why are you here?"
"Because you need me." The Doctor looked worriedly at the body, different ideas of what could of done it bouncing around in his head.
Sherlock snorted. "Need you? They have me, which is always enough."
John and Lestrade sucked in a sharp breath. Here it comes.
"You are very modest, but you are in far over your head. This is something you're not used to. You will not figure it out without my help and I can't without yours. I can promise you, Mr. Holmes, that you need me. Is that clear?"
The way that the Doctor spoke was very calm, very serious, and slightly threatening, which made it sound almost a little scary.
Sherlock stood up and brushed himself off.
"I'm not interested in a partnership with you. Goodbye again, Doctor." Sherlock quickly flashed a forced smile, then walked off.
"Sherlock!" John called. "Sherlock, we should trust this guy if he says we need him."
Too late, Sherlock was already out of earshot. John groaned, his flatmate could be so annoying when he acted like he was above the world. Though neither of them probably had a good approach to each other.
"I think he's jealous because now he's not the only one with the messy haircut." Lestrade joked.