Well hi everyone I finished a extremely exhausting weekend but I was determined to write another chapter before another week started. Anyways thanks for all the encouragement and I hope you enjoy this next chapter. Oh, there is a song called Fall by He Is We that is perfect for the mood in the last chapter, just thought I'd put that out there.

Sherlock POV

Disclaimer: Still don't own anything from BBC Sherlock

I am most annoyed with this case, it should be simple, yet its three days in and I'm no where near finishing it. The only thing I've found is that the initials stand for Westend company, which is a shipping company for flour. Well, if your flour is cocaine and other various drugs.

The man who killed Robert Henderson got sloppy and forgot to retrieve the drugs before he left the scene. Idiot. How could he make such a careless mistake? Maybe he doesn't care. Maybe... He already has the drugs he just isn't selling them anymore. The drugs could've just been to lure Robert Henderson. That must be right because the man who killed him did not even attempt to cover up the drugs or take them.

I was suddenly snapped out of my mind palace by a clattering noise in the kitchen.

"John would you be quiet, I'm trying to think!" I yell from the living room. He always has to find someway to make noise at inconvenient times.

"Sherlock you've been thinking for over three hours, I can't just stop what I'm doing and be quiet for you that long." m

"Well that's fine because we are leaving for St. Barts anyways." I say rather matter-of-fact. John lets out a huff and snatches his coat as I stride out the door, John always straying to keep up.

When we arrive my usual pathologist is asleep at her desk. I scoffed as she arose from the position at her desk.

"Looks like you have been slumbering on the job from the drool you've got on your chin, seriously Molly keep up your appearance." I say irritated, taking my normal seat while we go about our usual routine.

"Sherlock I know you're not having a good day but there is no need to insult Molly too." John argues pointlessly, he should know by now that my insults are common.

Molly sets my coffee down and turns away but only to fall to the ground, nearly knocking over all my work. I begin to release my wrath on her but something stops me for only a moment. I don't know why but when I saw her on the ground she wasn't just bracing the fall. It was like an instinct she must have taken on recently because she put her arms up to protect her face, yet there was no one to attack her... Odd.

Of course John runs to her aid, making sure she hadn't badly hurt herself.

"I'm fine just a little dizzy." She says staggering up to a standing position.

"Really Molly? You nearly knocked over my whole test! Maybe I should find a new pathologist who isn't so clumsy or can make out a whole sentence without stuttering." I snap at her, trying my hardest to forget the emotions nagging at me. But saying this only makes the pit in my stomach feel deeper. I regret the words immediately after they leave my mouth. I don't have enough time to do anything as she backs away and rushes out the morgue doors.

John just glares at me and runs to the door to see if she was still out there. She must've fled from the morgue because John returned alone.

"Sherlock you need to apologize, I mean that was low even for you." He says giving me an accusing look. I don't look up at him, I keep my eyes glued to the microscope. I hear shuffling and the door slam shut.

I stay at the morgue past closing time stalling to go back to the flat. My phone buzzes from inside my coat and I furrow my brow as to who would text me this late. I click open my phone and flinch from the sudden brightness.

Another murder on Wilson St. we think its the same man who killed Robert Henderson. -L

I immediately jump up and shoot a quick text back that I was on my way. I debated whether to text John but thought against it given that he's probably in bed.

The body of the women who happened to be crossing the street as a man drove by and hit her. She now lies on the ground in front of me with police lights spinning in the background. I deduce everything about the women from her age to her last affair. None connecting to the company or drug dealings.

"We found a business card on the side of the road. It said the company Westend and a Jeremy Martin as the contact. He is now our main suspect for this case but we don't know if someone else is involved and we can't seem to find his past locations given that he has never bought a flat nor a car." Lestrade said while approaching the scene. I "hmm" in response and try and remember where I saw that name, it sounds so familiar. Its like I've glanced at the name from somewhere. Then it hits me, Molly had left her desktop open to her blog about her new boyfriend about a month ago and I snuck a peak at what she could possibly drabble about. It had the name of her new boyfriend in it: Jeremy Martin.

Thanks for reading and please comment, follow, or favorite. Hope you guys liked it, and the next chapter should be up towards the end of the week or something like that.

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