It was another night with the detective and blogger duo as they dashed just a few blocks away from the morgue, an unexpected and odd crime had taken place, reported by no other than Bill Wiggins. It was an interesting case indeed, with the victim's eyelids stretched far up to his brows , lips sewed shut with no possible finger prints and foot prints to be found.
"What in bloody hell-" John commented at the unpleasing sight, the body was placed just by the dumpster as he approached the body with a flashlight.
"This is a society man, such accessories and unwrinkled hands are obvious signs." Sherlock quipped, looking further into the crime scene.
"I was walking back to the hospital when I found him here." Billy cringed as he looked at the corpse again.
Sherlock was fascinated, he could tell that the perpetrator was no amateur, he shifted his eyes from the head to the torso. He squinted and carefully looked for clues, but the setting was darker than black. He rolled his eyes as he heard sirens drawing near the place. Sherlock looked at John who was just putting his phone back.
"Seriously? Are you giving me the stink eye right now?" John responded.
Billy stood idly on the side, looking at the cars that halted. It was quite cold, but luckily he was wearing a sweater to keep himself warm. He watched as two people came out of a different car; One had curly hair and the other a grey one, it was the DI that Molly smooth talked out of their situation that other day.
"What's the case?" Lestrade was slightly put off by the unusual corpse, his eyes squinted as Sally bid a stoic nod to the two.
"Male, 37, Stapled eyelids, cause of death is unknown. I need this body examined in the morgue." Sherlock hastily replied, clicking his magnifying glass to a close as he gave a smug grin and looked at Billy over his shoulder.
"Right away, Shezza." Billy nodded in replication, getting his phone from his pocket as he pressed several digits on the device.
"Huh? Why are you in such a hurry?" Greg was quite confused, Sherlock was uneasy of the time they had and it was obvious how the consulting detective wanted to get it over with. The DI looked at John and asked the same question.
John chuckled lightly as he glanced at his bestfriend before going back to the silver haired Detective Inspector, "You see.. Molly's been busy these past few weeks, we've been at the morgue since sunrise so that Sherlock can get her attention."
As Sherlock was no farther than three feet away, he raised his brow and prepared to retort, "I was simply studying a pathologist's work ethic, it was merely for research."
"Yes, but each person has a different work ethic, Sherlock. You of all people should realize THAT factor." The former army doctor looked amused as he saw his friend tight-lipped and eyes wandering to the ground, looking guilty.
"If I don't know any better, you were watching HER (and only her) work ethic." John added.
"It's ringing." Bill intervened, everyone's attention shifted to him.
"Wait, who are you calling?" Greg asked, still slow on the situation.
"His Missus." Billy said bluntly, his face looked carefree as the other line rang.
"Molly's YOUR MISSUS?" Greg's eyes widened in surprise, nearing the consulting detective who merely replied with an eyebrow arch. "WHEN? HOW? YOU? WHY?" The DI was flabbergasted about the news, his expression was priceless, something Sally had the glory of seeing.
"You're completely getting the wrong ide-"
"Well, he didn't actually confess yet, but I'm sure the Missus reciprocates your (odd) feelings, Shezza." The chemist interjected again, making Sherlock mentally note to talk to Billy about his (unspoken feelings) personal business about the brunette.
"Billy, you're-"
"Oh come on, Sherlock!" John scoffed, "It's obvious and it doesn't take a detective to know that."
Sherlock turned quiet once more as he felt an untimely blush creeping its way to his cheeks, it was not the time and place to talk about his 'problem.' Yes, he was at the hospital to get her attention, it's been a while and it was KILLING him how she can stand to go weeks without communicating with him. Most of the time he would simply text her and ask if there are body parts he can use, it was a simple and quick conversation as it always been, but to feel it NOT happen on a basis made him uneasy. He took matters on his own hands, but luck wasn't on his side.
"I can't believe it." Greg looked at the consulting detective surreally, "Sherlock Holmes. In love."
"Maybe it's just a disorder. I feel sorry for Dr. Hooper already." Sally commented in the background, crossing her arms at the unusual topic that ensued in front of a dead body.
"Missus, we'll be bringing in a corpse in less than 10 minutes." Billy's voice had a happy tone to it, Sherlock deduced that the woman on the other line was quite excited, it's also been quite some time since she had an interesting guest on her table. The curly haired detective smiled at the thought of how giddy the pathologist was, something John and Greg noticed immediately as they produced an interesting smile.
The DI motioned his men to carefully get the body, Sally taking charge as she directed the men.
"Let's go." Sherlock fixed his coat, his chest pounding for some reason. He was excited yet nervous at the same time, something he wasn't quite used to since most of the time he was level headed and would directly put his attention to the case, but something tugged on his heart strings that made it more enjoyable than before. John and the others were no help in his situation, worsening it in fact. Thankfully, Molly always took it as part of their humor.
"Someone's excited." John smiled, following Sherlock , tapping Billy on the shoulder in the process making the chemist follow them as well.
"Shut up, John." Sherlock barked, striding as fast as he can as he headed towards the hospital.
"Whatever you say." Billy snickered along with the blogger as they caught up to the consulting detective.
At the crime scene:
"Do you really think that freak show is capable of love?" Sally tugged an eyebrow as she walked back to Lestrade's side, crossing her arms to prove her scepticism.
"Well, if he wasn't, then he should've taken the car back to Barts." Greg said in response.
Sally looked at the fading figure, far away from their distance. "He didn't want to wait any longer and took it upon himself to go there." She replied, amused at how keen Lestrade was.
