Me again, here is part 4 and 5. Was going to be one part, but it was quite long so I decided to split. Hope you like. :D Again thank you to all my lovely reviews and everyone who has this on alert ect Love you lots and lots like jelly tots xxxxx
'Who found her?'
'Cleaner.' Lestrade replied 'Found her this morning poor woman. Came running out of the flat screaming so one the neighbours went to see what was wrong. She was the one who called the police.'
'Have you questioned them?'
'Interviewing the neighbour now. And before you ask her story checks out. Been with her boyfriend all night.'
'And the cleaner?'
'Going to have wait on that one. Can't speak a word on English, waiting for the translator to get here. Well, I should give her enough time to calm down first she's hysterical.'
Sherlock nodded, he then started pacing around the dead woman's flat.
'Georgina Coyle. 36. Lived her for three years. Worked as a lawyer in a top firm.' Lestrade continued. 'Single. Lives alone. Must have some romantic interest though, no one's touched the scene and just look at it' Lestrade pointed to the dining table. A breakfast had been beautifully set out. Two plates, two mugs. Two sets of cutlery. There was a few remaining slices of toast and a jar of marmalade which had not been packed away. On the side there was the remains of a meal. Again two plates, and two wine glasses which contained the dregs of red wine.
'No sign of a break in. Locks in tact, not been tampered with. No broken windows. Who ever the killer was she knew him. She let him in' Sherlock filled the quiet space with his thoughts.
'So seems pretty simple, spent the night with her boyfriend and he off's her in the morning' Anderson piped in.
Sherlock marched into the dead woman's bedroom, looked around the bathroom, then opened and closed the wardrobe doors. He paced around a bit more before standing with his arms folded directly in front of Lestrade.
'She doesn't have a boyfriend'
'What? How do you know?'
'Oh come on just look at the place. She has lived her for three years and it still looks exactly the same as someone who has just moved in. It's not personal, not lived in. Its pristine, looks like a hotel room. This woman didn't go out. I looked in her wardrobe, filled to the brim with smart work clothes and nothing else. A few casual tops and that's it. She lived for her work, didn't go out. I looked in her bathroom, only one toothbrush, no male toiletries. And there is no contraception.'
'Lesbian then' Anderson retorted trying to disguise a snigger.
'Keep your fantasy's to yourself Anderson, there is no one, no one romantic in this woman's life. I can't believe you need me to tell you this, you only need to look at her underwear.'
'Her underwear?'
'Yes, look in her draws. Every single piece is built for comfort, not style. Compare that to the expensive clothes she wears. She dresses up on the outside for work, but not on the inside, so has no one to dress up for' Sherlock pulled on his scarf.
'So, it was valentine's night, reminded of being single, probably was lonely. Called up an old friend' Lestrade offered.
'That's the more likely. Where is her phone?'
'Missing.'
Sherlock raised an eyebrow 'Interesting. John? Finished?' John got up from the body which was lying on the floor of the bedroom.
'Cause of death is asphyxiation. Marks on her neck consistent with strangulation. Can't have been dead for more than two hours.' John replied.
''Well, cleaner came at nine. Puts her death at around seven.' John chipped in.
'Strangulation, indicates a man, date gone wrong theory looking quite likely. Either that or she was involved in something sinister. Got on the wrong side of the wrong people and they had her killed.' Lestrade quipped.
'She is a lawyer, its likely she had some enemies' John added.
'Where is the neighbour? I need to speak to her'
The neighbour a Miss Finch, knew nothing.
'She kept herself to herself mostly. Never really spoke to her, her flat was opposite mine, we bumped into each other occasionally but that was about it. Knew no one who would want to kill her. I was out last night for valentine's night with my partner. Came back late heard nothing, woke up this morning by the cleaning lady screaming. Couldn't make out what she was saying. Doesn't speak English you see. But she left Miss Coyle's door open. Went inside, found the body and rung the police.
Finally the translator came. George Sparks. The cleaner, when she had finished her second mug of sweet tea, and calmed down enough to talk. Again, she knew nothing new. She was simply employed by Miss Coyle to keep her flat tidy. She came in and found Miss Coyle dead.
Sherlock grew tired of this and left the scene quickly, as usual leaving John running after him. He ran out onto the street just as Sherlock was hailing a cab.
'You wanna watch yourself' It was George Sparks, the translator, he was having a sneaky puff of a cigarette.
'I'm sorry'
'Sherlock Holmes, I've heard a lot about him, working with the police and all. I said you want to watch out for yourself. The man obviously doesn't appreciate what he has'
'John! Come on man stop wasting time' Sherlock called after him. George Sparks raised his eyes in a 'see, told you so gesture' John simply nodded and followed Sherlock into the cab.
They went to her workplace. They found nothing. Everyone said the same thing. That she worked too much. Barely went out. She had a few friends but, no one she was especially close to. The woman was the last person they would expect to be at the centre of a murder investigation
Returning to 221B John stuck the kettle on. Sherlock sat in the sofa, still with his coat and shoes on.
'You dumped Sarah'
'I was wondering when you were going to ask that. Was expecting you to ask this morning, luckily Lestrade's timing was impeccable as always. Come on, I know you want to show of...'
'You came back and ten in the morning. You had no work at the surgery, and you didn't know there would be a case. I figured you had broken up. I knew you dumped her because you came out on the case with me, if she had dumped you, you would have stayed home and sulked.'
'Right as always.'
'What happened?'
'I don't want to talk about it. I know you have probably deduced it all already, because you're a genius. In fact I wish you would have told me sooner, saved me the bother.'
'You're angry at me'
'No Sherlock, I'm not angry at you I'm...You know what forget it. I'm not going to spend my evening explaining to you how to be a human being. I've had a long day, I'm going to my room. Goodnight'
John was angry. 'I'm not going to spend my evening explaining to you how to be a human being' These words rung in his ears. It was true he couldn't expect John to believe he was normal in one day. Hmmm he would have to carry on. He couldn't give up. He couldn't lose John.
Georgina Coyle prayed on his mind all night. She was, by all accounts an ordinary woman. Sure, she had no personal relationships and spent every waking moment working, but for Sherlock, this was ordinary. He had spent the entire day in her world. In her flat, going to her office. Nothing. It should have been a simple case, except it wasn't. Lestrade called later and told him the killer left no trace, no one knew him except the victim. Something was wrong, he couldn't place his finger on it. The case was simple, he knew the answer was staring straight at him.
John, It was all John's fault. All this crazy crushing he was doing, John was clouding up his brain. Dam him. He couldn't think because of this silly infatuation. If it wasn't for John he would have solved the case by now. And there was another feeling he had to experience in this great big rollercoaster that was called being human. John dumped Sarah, something happened the night of the date. He was so keen when he had left. Normally he would be trying to figure out what that something was. Not this time. John Watson was single. This made him...happy. He knew that John would never be his. So the next best thing was to know that John didn't belong to anyone else.
How did his heart work exactly. He knew how it worked, all the veins and muscles and chambers. But how did he control it? Make it do what he asked? It was no good. If anything he was more in love with John than ever. This wouldn't do. He was just going to have to try harder.
