Molly Hooper smiled at Sherlock as he entered the morgue with John. She was just about to open the body bag Kelly Middleton had arrived in when they came. His timing was always impeccable. She had been informed of the change of status regarding Sherlock Holmes and it did please her. She couldn't deny that.

"Kelly Middleton" she let him know as she finished opening the bag and positioned the body on the slab. Holmes was putting on his gloves and getting his magnifier out; ready to have a look.

"Something's different about her" he said right away and stepped closer to her face. "Look at the marks on her cheeks" he pointed out to Molly. She leaned in as well.

"She was slapped?" She spoke, feeling his breath on her face. She struggled not to blush.

"Yes, He needed her to stay lucid; remember the marks on the stairs, John? She was knocked unconscious when he brought her there." He reminded the doctor. Sherlock turned her slightly and found the bump on the back of her head.

"Why would he need to do that?" John was keeping his distance letting the two of them examine the dead body.

"He had a plan with all of these girls, I don't think he was just out to kill them… He might have given them a choice" he wet his meaty lips.

"Really?" John looked at Sherlock wondering what was going on inside his head.

"He could have killed them right away, but he let them wait. He's on a mission and killing them is only the last resort". Sherlock was removing his gloves again and Molly looked up at him, slightly flustered.

"Don't you want a look at Jennie Taylor too? I think she was the 5th victim". She offered. Anything to keep Sherlock around even if she did know by now that it would never amount to anything.

"Maybe later" he let her know and he was already on his way out. Molly swallowed.

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Lucy was alone in Jack's flat trying for the life of her to remain tough. She was more sorry than angry but she couldn't let the world know that. She felt hollow inside and had no idea what to do with herself and her emotions.

Jack was at work and she should have been in school. She hated school and especially all of the idiots there and right now that was the last place she felt she needed to be.

…

Celia finally found the boyfriend and her eyes widened as she realized he had known two of the other victims. Hillary Lewis, the first victim and Susie Hall, the 3rd victim, as well. Could it be? They surely had to take him in for questioning.

"It's not always the boyfriend" a voice startled her and she jumped. She looked up to meet a pair of greyish green eyes looking straight at her. Sherlock Holmes. Gosh he was fast.

"Holmes!" she uttered courtly.

"I've had a look at Kelly Middleton and Annie Jackson so far" he put his hands behind his back. She swallowed. "I'm going to need copies of everything"

"Already?" She was trying not to sound too impressed. She did need him but she didn't want to. "And I will make sure you get everything you need"

"Yes, of course. Miss Middleton was knocked unconscious before arriving, did you not notice the marks on her cheeks?" he was looking at her.

"I…" she stuttered slightly and didn't get further before he cut her off.

"I am aware of your connection to the victim, but did you see it? Our killer needs them to stay awake; he has a message for those girls. My bet is a religious fanatic; often girls like these are unfairly mistaken for Satanists" he was talking fast and she swallowed.

"Religious fanatic?" She was trying to keep up with the wake of words that hit her.

"Yes" he replied. "When can I have the copies?" he was standing in front of the map with the now 6 pins marking the crime scenes. His mind was hastily trying to make a pattern out of it looking for possible connecting points.

"They are on their way already. I figured you'd want them…" she stood next to him and looked at the pins as well. "Mr Holmes?" she looked at him instead. He didn't take his eyes off of the map. He seemed so lost inside his own mind. "Promise me you can catch him" it was a moment of weakness and she wanted to take it back badly.

"Oh I will" he spoke minutes later when he was handed a file containing what they had so far. He walked off then but not before he said hello to Geoff; whose real name was Greg.

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The man was sitting on a chair looking at her. His bible resting in his lap. She was working hard on ignoring the pain from her shoulders as they were slowly working themselves out of their joints.

He turned the page of the holy book and mouthed the words to himself. Her teeth dug into her bottom lip.

…

"Have I made a mistake?" she faced Greg who shook his head at her and smiled kindly.

"You'll have your killer before you know it; Sherlock Holmes is great at what he does. His methods are a bit out there. I'll grant you that. But let him have his way and it'll work out" he put his hand on her shoulder and she nodded.

"Thank you Greg" she smiled at him before eying Sergeant Donovan and called her over.

"I've had to employ Sherlock Holmes" she informed her carefully. "You and I both know it wasn't easy for me so I hope you won't make it any harder" she looked into her eyes. Sally's eyes were narrowing slightly.

"You're kidding me! Him!?" She put her hand on her hips defiantly.

"I can have you taken off the case if it bothers you; last night I had to inform the parents of my daughters closest friend that they lost their daughter and I know my own daughter won't be safe until the killer is brought to justice. Are we clear on that?" Her own stern stand against Donovan surprised herself. The sergeant was blinking. Nodded and walked off. Clearly not happy with the arrangement.